An officer by the name of Jilin served in the army in the Caucasus.
One day he received a letter from home. It was from his mother, who
wrote, “I am getting old now, and I want to see my beloved son before I
die. Come and say good-bye to me, and when you have buried me, with
God’s grace, you can return to the Army. I have found a nice girl for
you to marry; she is clever and pretty, and has some property of her
own. If you like her perhaps you will marry and settle down for good.”
Jilin pondered over the letter. It was true; his mother was really
failing fast, and it might be his only chance of seeing her alive. He
would go home, and if the girl was nice, he might even marry.