I shouldn't love her! It shouldn't be! But all this seemed to be God's will. When she stood in front of me, when she was dying under me, I knew that I couldn't hide and escape... I have become accustomed to her presence, and we are licking each other's wounds. But why, God, do you want to take her away from me again!
My dear, I know you will visit me often after I die.
Come on foot,
Be sure to take a carriage when you go back.