Alexander Griboyedov. (№ 253033)

Bestsennyi friend and brother! <...> You have right from the Newspapers know that Stolypin, whom I in a way was going, died. We'd buried him and everything, but the widow of his angel, not a woman; one finds a comfort to be with me, it's her pretty dreamy, but their gender is not what we are; she says that every woman, like the ivy must wind round something, without support will die. Me too would be cruel to deprive her (even though it may not last) of my presence in the very moment in which it is needed, and I pokudova remain. Poor humanity! What are our joys and what sorrows!