I had a serious talk with Seryozha. Yesterday I had scolded him for making fun of people and told him how much it distressed me; today I explained that I scolded my children only because I loved them and wanted them to be happy, and our happiness, I said, depended chiefly on being loved by others.
I imagine many women have this same sentiment, I wonder if it is accurate and true: it very well may be. ↩︎
—Sofia Tolstoy, The Diaries of Sofia Tolstoy, p. -1