Tree of misery

As if misery has a tree whose roots strike into our souls, feeding on our days, and absorbing our vitality and hopes, then bearing fruits of thorns and prickles that we obtain reluctantly, so there is no escape from our predetermined fate. The story in your hands is the tale of a miserable rural girl whom life did not show mercy to, so her pains increased with more pains; the man who married her did so out of obligation to honor his father’s will, not out of love and dignity. How (by God) could anyone accept to marry a poor, ugly girl like her? He lives with her in hatred and bitterness, and her suffering is worsened by the harsh treatment she endures from her mother-in-law all the time. Then she bears daughters who are not better off than their mother, for they inherited her misery, and they find no comfort except in the embrace of the grave.