"I know that in London, walking around and talking, no one would fail to notice that I am a foreigner. This isn't enough for me. Here I am a nobleman. I am a boyar. Everyone knows me, they know that I am the lord and master. But a stranger in a strange land is nobody. People don't know him, and not being known means not being important. It would be enough for me to be like everyone else, so that no one stops when they see me, or stops talking if they hear my words. 'Ah, ah! A stranger!' I have been a lord and master for so long that I would like to continue to be so, or - at least - that no one can call themselves lord or master over me."