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Kisilyov, the artist, is living in the same yard too. We go walks together in the evenings and discuss philosophy.... BOGIMOVO, July 24, 1891. ... Thanks for the five kopecks addition. Alas, it will not settle my difficulties! To save up a reserve, as you write, and extricate myself from the abyss of halfpenny anxieties and petty terrors, there is only one resource left me an immoral one.
If I were in a tolerable humour I could begin it on the first of November and finish it on the first of December. I would make five signatures of print. And I long to write as I did at Bogimovo i.e., from morning till night and in my sleep. Don't tell anyone I am coming to Petersburg. I shall live incognito. In my letters I write vaguely that I am coming in November....
I love you passionately like a tiger, and I offer you my hand. Marshal of Nobility, GOLOVIN RTISHTCHEV. P.S. Answer me by signs. You do squint. BOGIMOVO, June, 1891. Masha! Make haste and come home, as without you our intensive culture is going to complete ruin. There is nothing to eat, the flies are sickening. The mongoose has broken a jar of jam, and so on, and so on.
So I suppose I shall be a fussy, restless old man.... BOGIMOVO, May 20. ... The carp bite capitally. I forgot all my sorrows yesterday; first I sat by the pond and caught carp, and then by the old mill and caught perch. ... The last two proclamations about the Siberian railway and the exiles pleased me very much.
The newspapers have let this pass unnoticed, and yet it is something which has never been in Russia before it is the first step towards abolishing the life sentence which has so long weighed on the public conscience as unjust and cruel in the extreme.... BOGIMOVO, May 27, 4 o'clock in the Morning. The mongoose has run away into the woods and has not come back. It is cold. I have no money.
For God's sake write what you are doing, whether you are all well and how things are in regard to mushrooms and gudgeon. We are living at Bogimovo in the province of Kaluga.... It's a huge house, a fine park, the inevitable views, at the sight of which I am for some reason expected to say "Ach!"
There is a terrible deal of affectation, dreariness, straining after originality, and as little of anything artistic as there was salt in that porridge we cooked in the evening at Bogimovo. In the preface this Rod regrets that he was in the past a "naturalist," and rejoices that the spiritualism of the latest recruits of literature has replaced materialism.
It's snug now on those Volga steamers, they feed you well and the passengers are interesting. Forgive me for your having been so uncomfortable with us. When I am grown up and order furniture from Venice, as I certainly shall do, you won't have such a cold and rough time with me. BOGIMOVO, June 12, 1891. Enchanting, amazing Lika!
Broken the windows? Embraced Frenchmen? Do they say I gained no ideas? But I fancy I did.... We must see each other or more correctly, I must see you. I am missing you already, although to-day I caught two hundred and fifty-two carp and one crayfish. BOGIMOVO, June 4, 1891. Why did you go away so soon? I was very dull, and could not get back into my usual petty routine very quickly afterwards.
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