A friend of mine once told me an interesting story:

When I was in college, a girl lived with me in the room. She wanted to marry a rich man. For this I went to courses of English, which was given by a teacher living in Kutuzovsky. Every day, I woke up at 5 a.m., painted, dressed and traveled all over Moscow. From the subway she walked to see these wealthy papies standing in the traffic jams at this time. Every day, in any weather. So one day a man noticed her and offered to take her. Thus they turned everything. This is what it means to go to your goal!

Did she learn English? I say.

What kind of English? Do you listen to me at all? Married to!