MY DEAREST BARBARA ALEXIEVNA, -How happy I was last night-how 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 o'clock 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