About mercantilism, humble guys and even with them:

When I met my husband, he almost at the very beginning boasted to me of his elegant work and his own - self-employed - apartment. I am so no-no, okay work and ha-ha, wow, okay, of course, but it won’t impress me. And he understood. I was invited more often to sit in my company, to walk in the park together, where we could talk above the roof, be interested in my affairs and just expressed the desire to be near as much as possible. It turned out that the guy was shy, with the girls little experience, and I did not know at first which side to go to me. It also turned out that he was smart, kind and fun, and that we had a mutual physical attraction. Do I mean that his salary-apartment car played no role at all? Maybe they played something. But by themselves, without the soul component, they would never have influenced my desire to be with him. Would I meet him if he was a poor man? possibly. If I could see that he is striving for something and working to surpass himself and his circumstances. Although I have seen it – he is the one who is commonly referred to as the “destroyer” – in everything related to professional growth and development. And if he had been a lazy and apathetic nickname or a sharp, loose bearer, then no apartment-machine would have overthrown this disadvantage. somehow so.