The ball tonight was an absolute disaster. That slimy coward Pechorin ruined it all, every last bit of it. It all started early in the night when Mary was rejecting my presence. “Princess you’re tormenting me,” I told her “You’ve changed a lot since I last saw you.”(111) She rejected me again that she disliked my repetition and that she thought my greatcoat served me much better. This is the point where Pechorin had to interrupt and tell and tell me that I looked “more boyish than ever.” (111) That whole evening I attempted pressured her; on more than one occasion I tried to dance with her and I even presented her with many pleas and reproaches. What I got was more hatred. What had happened? All of a sudden she hated me with a passion and for no reason what so ever.
It was that slime Pechorin I tell you. She even was dancing the mazurka with him. I couldn’t believe it; just days after Pechorin showed no interest in her he was steeling Mary away from me. I wouldn’t stand for this. Later that night I formed a pact with the dragoon leader and other men at the ball. We picked Mary every time during the mazurka not allowing for Pechorin to have his way. It’s time that rich, materialistic coward learned his lesson that he can’t just take things from other people. I’m going to teach this man this lesson even if it requires great force.
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