Desperate

'Really, uncle, if you knew my life--really, if not grief-- harsh fate! For that reason, I swear, I swear, I will reform--I will prove. Uncle, I never lied--ask any one. I am an honorable but an unhappy man, uncle. I have received no kindness from any one. Here he finally broke off. I endeavored to calm him, and succeeded in so far that when we drew up before my house Misha was already sleeping heavily, resting his head on my lap.