Everything with me is going well; so pray do not be anxious on my account, beloved. What Thedora told you about me was sheer rubbish. Tell her from me that she has not been speaking the truth. Yes, do not fail to give this mischief-maker my message. It is not the case that I have gone and sold a new uniform. Why should I do so, seeing that I have forty roubles of salary still to come to me? Do not be uneasy, my darling. Thedora is a vindictive woman⁠—merely a vindictive woman. We shall yet see better days. Only do you get well, my angel⁠—only do you get well, for the love of God, lest you grieve an old man. Also, who told you that I was looking thin? Slanders again⁠—nothing but slanders! I am as healthy as could be, and have grown so fat that I am ashamed to be so sleek of paunch. Would that you were equally healthy!⁠ ⁠… Now goodbye, my angel. I kiss every one of your tiny fingers, and remain ever your constant friend,

Makar Dievushkin.