“So what about me?” the owner of the house began to speak. “My first love was also unattractive; I had never been in love until I met Anna Nikolaeva, my house now, — and everything was going very well; Our parents arranged a meeting, we fell in love right away, and married soon after. My story can be told in just a few words. To be honest with you, when I raised the topic of first love, I put my hope in you, I am not saying that I am old, but I am not young anymore. Vladimir Petrovich, can you make the atmosphere more lively My first love is certainly not normal,” replied Vladimir Petrovitch, a man in his forties, dark hair turning salt-and-pepper, a little hesitantly. Ah!” The landlord and Sergei Nikolaevitch said at the same time: “The better…Tell us. If you want…but don’t; I won’t tell; I don’t know how to tell stories; I’ll make it dry and curt, or add too much. If you agree, I will write everything I remember and read it to you. The friends were not satisfied at first, but Vladimir Petrovitch insisted on doing what he wanted. Two weeks later, they met again, and Vladimir Petrovitch kept his promise.