Poor Folk

POOR FOLK

By Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Translated by C. J. Hogarth

April 8th

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 af...