Just different problems I’ve read “Madame Bovary” by G.Flo er and there is an interesting, for me, moment. Emma (the main character) is trying to talk to a priest about her thoughts that don’t let to her be calm. But when she started to talk her tragic story by words, that people sometimes have troubles, she was interrupted by the priest he said his familiar even have no food for her child. Emma was agree with him and tried again to say have another type of problems. And he again interrupted her and told about that another familiar have no firewood. He was so confident that if you have food and a warm house you can’t be not happy. She stopped her attempts.