My Dearest Barbara Alexıevna, How happy I was last nighthow immeasurably, how impossibly happy! That was because for once in your life you had relented so far as to obey my wishes. At about eight oclock I awoke from sleep (you know, my beloved one, that I always like to sleep for a short hour after my work is done)I awoke, I say, and, lighting a candle, prepared my paper to write, and trimmed my pen. Then suddenly, for some reason or another, I raised my eyesand felt my very heart leap within me! For you had understood what I wanted, you had understood what my heart was craving for.