| wrote Katya a long and, I must confess, |
March 11, 2017, 8:01 a.m. |
| months had passed I received a highly poetical |
March 11, 2017, 8 a.m. |
| Katya joined a troupe of actors, |
March 11, 2017, 8 a.m. |
| Katya's inclinations for the theatre. |
March 11, 2017, 8 a.m. |
| she was born to be an actress. |
March 11, 2017, 7:59 a.m. |
| My poor little orphan one!" |
March 11, 2017, 7:59 a.m. |
| The doctor remains silen |
March 11, 2017, 7:59 a.m. |
| The doctor says nothing. |
March 11, 2017, 7:58 a.m. |
| "Good-bye, my friend. Good luck to you." |
March 11, 2017, 7:58 a.m. |
| The sanguine youth's face lengthens |
March 11, 2017, 7:58 a.m. |
| I say to my visitor |
March 11, 2017, 7:57 a.m. |
| sit at home and work |
March 11, 2017, 7:57 a.m. |
| desperate screams, to the exit. |
March 11, 2017, 7:56 a.m. |
| act according to my conscience. |
March 11, 2017, 7:56 a.m. |
| no kind of game or diversion |
March 11, 2017, 7:56 a.m. |
