A.S. Pushkin

Arriving home late one evening, I heard the laughter of my wife, daughter, and Georges-Charles de Heeckeren d'Anthès. Entering the living room, I saw my wife and daughter talking with Georges-Charles de Heeckeren d'Anthès; Georges-Charles de Heeckeren d'Anthès looked at me. "I think they're not happy to see me at the second house..." Jorn Dantes said, holding a glass of champagne in his hand. "Your feelings don't deceive you, my dear friend! You are not welcome in my house!" I replied -Excuse me, he... My wife answered I went to my study, and my wife followed me. I took out my revolver and went to the door, but my wife blocked the doorway, preventing me from leaving. "Are you defending your boyfriend?!" I angrily asked my wife. -No!My wife replied "Fine, since you won't let me challenge him to a duel, I'll write him a letter! A letter that will make him want to challenge me to a duel himself!" I said, sitting down at my desk and beginning to write. My wife approached, squatted down beside my table, but later she stood up and wanted to touch my hand, but I pushed her away. I continued writing the letter, but my wife put her hand on mine.

Are you defending your lover?! Do you think I don't know how you're secretly cheating on me with him?!