Shortly after I visited Vorontsov with his daughter. She was not a close relative of me, but the woman is quite respected me. Junior, her son, worthy man in the fullest sense of the word, in his youth had been given to my care until the age of sixteen, before entering the army with the rank of major, brought up under my leadership. Good moral principles and excellent behavior, a deep respect for the mother is the main features of his character, being the pride and consolation to the mother. Out of gratitude to my concerns about his upbringing she tried at every opportunity to express their attention to me. Staying close, she stayed for a week in my village. Several books brought from Trinity, pencils, which served us for drawing surrounding scenes on the desktop for want of paper, a variety of our boring hours; other classes and jokes one Cossack, who served with me, chased black thoughts, and we all began to gradually get used to his life.