I was the perfect mother and wife...when I was on my mission[before she was married].

Carolyn Hamilton

It was just a game....Volodya must remember how in the long winter evenings we covered an arm-chair with a shawl to turn it into a carriage. One of us sat in front as the coachman, someone else was a footman, and the girls sat in the middle. Three chairs were the horses--and we were off. And what adventures we used to meet..., and how gaily and swiftly those winter evenings passed!.... If you only go by what's real there won't be any games. And if there are not games, what is left?

Leo Tolstoy, from Childhood