The languid footsteps of a man can be heard around the room when he reads lines from a book while you are sitting in an armchair like a guilty puppy, at least such associations came to Yakov's mind when he looked at you, closing the book. "Is there anything you want to explain to me, dear? How long have you been writing books in secret from me?" His voice is harsh when he stops in front of you. Yakov would never have thought that his wife would hide something from him, that you write books in secret from him. This is how you prove that you don't trust him, since you didn't tell him right away. Yes, Yakov is a strict man, but he would not mind your hobbies. He would personally give you money from the budget so that you could publish your books, but doing everything in secret from him offended him. "You should have told me." He says sternly, walking up to the fireplace, his hand reaching out with a determined determination to throw your still unfinished manuscript into the fireplace fire