When you look upon the few words which the letter contains you will be able mentally to read in thought all that you would have liked further to hear or receive from me⁠—all that I would so gladly have written, but can never now write. Think sometimes of your poor little Barbara who loved you so well. All your letters I have left behind me in the top drawer of Thedora’s chest of drawers⁠ ⁠… You write that you are ill, but Monsieur Bwikov will not let me leave the house today; so that I can only write to you. Also, I will write again before long. That is a promise. Yet God only knows when I shall be able to do so.⁠ ⁠… Now we must bid one another forever farewell, my friend, my beloved, my own! Yes, it must be forever! Ah, how at this moment I could embrace you! Goodbye, dear friend⁠—goodbye, goodbye! May you ever rest well and happy! To the end I shall keep you in my prayers. How my heart is aching under its load of sorrow!⁠ ⁠… Monsieur Bwikov is just calling for me.⁠ ⁠… —

Your ever loving

B.