CHAPTER 138
TO A. S. SUVORIN,
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YALTA,
March 10, 1900.
March 10, 1900.
No winter has ever dragged on so long for me as this one, and time merely drags and does not move, and now I realize how stupid it was of me to leave Moscow. I have lost touch with the north without getting into touch with the south, and one can think of nothing in my position but to go abroad. After the spring, winter has begun here again in Yalta -- snow, rain, cold, mud -- simply disgusting.