But that was in a past life, and not at all with him.

***

I also had to show the bride my home. To decide where they will live. Well, take it. He wound up at the entrance - he pulled his head into his shoulders, he spoke in a whisper:

- Forgive me, Sashenka, the mansions are not the same as before. You see yourself.

And she smiled, seeing his anxiety about the fact that the bride suddenly shuns poverty, and self-humiliation, touched him affectionately and said:

- But, everything will be mine. You don't have to share with anyone.

He understood the hint, drooped for a second, and...