If We Love Each Other, God In Us

If we love each other, God in us stays, and Its love is perfect is in us. 1st John 4: 12 My God, whether yes I could sometime earlier and in thoughts to hold, what all my female life to a meeting with Egor was no more, than a fog and a soul and body iron sleep? Whether yes it was thought to me, what highly experienced mother of the two children born from two lawful husbands, the woman who has learnt in thirty-year with superfluous biography to dozen, probably, other men except them, what I was no more, than the virgin, than the untouched girl who does not dare to assume, what fiery feelings, what thermonuclear explosions of passion deeply hidden in it, have ripened? When this tremendous overturning all nature madness has begun with me, I have recollected and have transferred to Egor the story of the old French writer how two furious lovers left after a meeting on a back of a wooden bed memorable notches on account of the pleasure. I have laughed over those ardent French aristocrats who for a honeymoon have scratched all whether twenty, whether thirty marks.