Bartholomeich, a very decent old man.
He lives quietly with his grandmother and works hard to earn his living.
He gave me all the documents.
It's true I had to reward him for the service.
I'm now out of money (I'll come to that).
It turned out that all twelve chairs from Vorobyaninov's house went to engineer Bruns at 34 Vineyard Street.
Note that all the chairs went to one person, which I had not expected (I was afraid the chairs might have gone to different places).
I was very pleased at this.
Then I met that wretch Vorobyaninov in the Sorbonne again.
I gave him a good talking to and didn't spare his friend, the thug, either.
I was very afraid they might find out my secret, so I hid in the hotel until they left.
Bruns turned out to have moved from Stargorod to Kharkov in 1922 to take up an appointment.
I learned from the caretaker that he had taken all his furniture and was looking after it very carefully.
He's said to be a shrewd person.
I'm now sitting in the station at Kharkov and writing for this reason: first, I love you very much and keep thinking of you, and, second, Bruns is no longer here.
But don't despair.
Bruns is now working in Rostov at the New-Ros-Cement plant.
I have just enough money for the fare.
I'm leaving in an hour's time on a mixed passenger-goods train.
Please stop by your brother-in-law's, my sweet, and get fifty roubles from him (he owes it to me and promised to pay) and send it to: Theodore Ivanovich Vostrikov, Central Post Office, Rostov, to await collection.
Send a money order by post to economize.
It will cost thirty kopeks.
What's the news in the town?
Has Kondratyevna been to see you?
Tell Father Cyril that I'll be back soon and that I've gone to see my dying aunt in Voronezh.
Be economical.
Is Evstigneyev still having meals?
Give him my regards.
Say I've gone to my aunt.
How's the weather?
It's already summer here in Kharkov.
A noisy city, the centre of the Ukrainian Republic.
After the provinces it's like being abroad.
Please do the following:
(1) Send my summer cassock to the cleaner (it's better to spend Rs. 3 on cleaning than waste money on buying a new one); (2) look after yourself; and (3) when you write to Gulka, mention casually that I've gone to Voronezh to see my aunt.
Give everyone my regards.
Say I'll be back soon.
With tender kisses and blessings, Your husband, Theo.
P.S. Where can Vorobyaninov be roving about at the moment?
Love dries a man up.
The bull lows with desire.
The rooster cannot keep still.
The marshal of the nobility loses his appetite.
Leaving Ostap and the student Ivanopulo in a bar, Ippolit Matveyevich made his way to the little pink house and took up his stand by the cabinet.
He could hear the sound of trains leaving for Castille and the splash of departing steamers.
As in far-off Alpujarras The golden mountains fade
His heart was fluttering like a pendulum.
There was a ticking in his ears.
And guitars strum out their summons Come forth, my pretty maid.
Uneasiness spread along the corridor.