“One gentleman served as an officer in the Caucasus. His name was Zhilin. Once he received a letter from home. The old mother writes to him: “I have become old, and I want to see my beloved son before death. Come to say goodbye to me, bury me, and then with God, go back to the service. And I also found a bride for you: she is smart, and good, and there is an estate. You will fall in love with it, maybe you will marry and stay completely. Zhilin thought about it: “Indeed, the old woman has become bad | maybe you don't have to see it. Travel| and if the bride is good, you can get married“…”