I Have All Sorts Of Problems And

I Would Have Preferred To Be Successful Here With A Piece That Cost Me A Huge Amount Of Money And Effort... Rather Than Sending To Bohemia Some Ordinary Works.

I Am Scared; I Don't Know What Is Going To Happen To Me. What Was The Point Of Working So Hard And Of Being Talented, To Be Rewarded Like This? Never A Penny, Tormented All My Life. It Is Horrible; One Cannot Imagine It.

I Am In No Mood To Be Deceived Any Longer By The Crafty Devil And False Character Whose Greatest Pleasure Is To Take Advantage Of Everyone.

When You Left On Saturday, I Felt A Horrible Void, I Saw You Everywhere, On The Beach, In Your Room, In The Garden: Impossible For Me To Get Used To The Idea That You Had Left.

Don't Fear Anything For Your Letters, They Are Burnt One By One And I Hope You Do The Same With Mine.