" It was muddy before, now it will be a perfect swamp.

" As he sat in solitude in the closed carriage, he took out his mother's letter and his brother's note, and read them through.

Yes, it was the same thing over and over again.

Everyone, his mother, his brother, everyone thought fit to interfere in the affairs of his heart.

This interference aroused in him a feeling of angry hatred--a feeling he had rarely known before.