Poor Folk

Poor Folk

MY DEAREST BARBARA ALEXIEVNA,How happy I was last nighthow immeasurably, how impossibly happy! That was because for once in your life you had relented so far as to obey my wishes. At about eight oclock I awoke from sleep (you know, my beloved one, that I always like to sleep for a short hour after my work is done)I awoke, I say, and, lighting a candle, prepared my paper to write, and trimmed my pen. Then suddenly, for some reason or another, I raised my eyesand felt my very heart leap within me! For you had understood what I wanted, you had understood what my heart was craving for. Yes, I perceived that a corner of the curtain in your window had been looped up and fastened to the cornice as I had suggested should be done; and it seemed to me that your dear face was glimmering at the window, and that you were looking at me from out of the darkness of your room, and that you were thinking of me. Yet how vexed I felt that I could not distinguish your sweet face clearly! For there was a time when you and I could see one another without any difficulty at all. Ah me, but old age is not always a blessing, my beloved one! At this very moment everything is standing awry to my eyes, for a man needs only to work late overnight in his writing of something or other for, in the morning, his eyes to be red, and the tears to be gushing from them in a way that makes him ashamed to be seen before strangers. However, I was able to picture to myself your beaming smile, my angelyour kind, bright smile; and in my heart there lurked just such a feeling as on the occasion when I first kissed you, my little Barbara. Do you remember that, my darling? Yet somehow you seemed to be threatening me with your tiny finger. Was it so, little wanton? You must write and tell me about it in your next letter. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 2302
Author: Dostoyevsky, Fyodor
Release Date: Aug 1, 2000
Format: eBook
Language: English

Contributors

Translator: Hogarth, C. J., 1869-1942