You see, these newspapers give a samovar face to everything, and do not see the real one.

And yet you believe them.

But I know that my face on the samovar is distorted.

No one can tell the real truth; man's throat is too delicate for this.

And then, the real truth is known to nobody." "Papa!" exclaimed Lubov, sadly, "But in books and in newspapers they defend the general interests of all the people." "And in what paper is it written that you are weary of life, and that it was time for you to get married?
So, there your interest is not defended! Eh! You! Neither is mine defended.