It is only at Carignano that she can forshake the prescribed role of wife/mother, a domesticated, servile woman.

Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.

We may compare the above notions with the categories of A. M. Astahova in her analysis of Russian epics, the bylina.

Batman: I don't talk about feelings, Alfred. I don't have any, I've never seen one. I'm a night-stalking, crime-fighting vigilante, and a heavy metal rapping machine. I don't feel anything emotionally, except for rage. 24/7/365, at a million percent.