Women, as you know, are crafty and wicked, and you can not trust them. Only you marry - you look, and already in cuckolds you go.

I knew, of course, about all this our hero, and therefore invented a clever plan. He took the girl the most that neither is pure and innocent and placed her in a nurture in a monastery. There, of course, she could neither hear nor think about anything, and only she did that she sewed and embroidered.

And he is ready to bring up a girl on her marry, proud of how cleverly everything came up, but that's just past the girl's house passed once by chance young handsome ...

So what? Really - in love? Surely all the years of piety, the whole sophisticated system of upbringing, the school of how to become the right wife is all a nuisance?