His ears still sounded its full bitterness of the words: "So, you'll pretend to love me?" And own wicked remark: "No. I told you, in these things I will never pretend to be. " Because he did not have to pretend. He really liked it and will love until the last breath, but did not quite understand when this happened to him. Perhaps it started with the moment when he first looked at her calm eyes. He loved her courage, strength, wisdom, compassion, equanimity, wonderful gift of healing. He loved delicious trembling corners of her mouth when she tried to remain serious and not laugh at it sometimes obscene expressions. When she cocked her head, listening to him, not with half an ear, as most, but carefully, so seriously. Arianna listened with all my heart.