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11th June
How grateful I am to you for yesterday's trip to the islands, Makar Alexeyevich! How nice and fresh it is there, what greenery there is there! It's so long since I saw any greenery; while I was ill, I kept on thinking I was going to die and that I was certain to do so; judge then, what I must have been experiencing yesterday, how I must have felt! Don't be angry with me for being so sad yesterday; I felt really well, really at ease, but at my very best moments I'm always sad for some reason. And the fact that I cried, that's nothing at all; I don't even know myself why I'm always crying. I feel things painfully, irritably; my impressions are morbid.