P.S. —One thing I beg of you above all things—and that is, that you will answer this letter as fully as possible. With the letter I send you a packet of bonbons. Eat them for your health’s sake, nor, for the love of God, feel any uneasiness about me. Once more, dearest one, goodbye.
April 8th.
My beloved Makar Alexievitch —Do you know, I must quarrel with you. Yes, good Makar Alexievitch, I really cannot accept your presents, for I know what they must have cost you—I know to what privations and self-denial they must have led. How many times have I not told you that I stand in need of nothing , of absolutely nothing