"Shall we get married?" "What foolishness is going on in your head, Musya?" "I just thought that…" "Whatever you’re thinking, throw it out of your head! There can’t be any talk of marriage. Nonsense!" Nonsense? Apparently, for my master, marrying a servant girl really is nonsense. With people like me, one can only have fun. Could I, after those words, tell Gleb about my pregnancy? I had to run away from him, to come back a year later in order to save our daughter.