every respect, who is profoundly lacking in any understanding of you, who is prepared to torment you at the first opportunity, and suddenly to incarnate such a man, despite everything, into some ideal, into one’s own dream, fastening all one’s hopes on him, bowing before him, loving him your entire life, without having the slightest idea what for, perhaps precisely because he is unworthy of it…
That's what Pyotr did to Nikolay abroad. "I made you up myself abroad!"
