A Few Words About Chekhov: No. 3, Solo

It's the devil who has put this bacillus into me

And the love of art into you, Olga Yalta

November 12th

We are having glorious weather for November

Although for the past few days it has been pouring down incessantly

It is so damp that toads and frisky young

Crocodiles are hopping about all over the garden

The performing fleas continue to serve the sacred cause of art

There is even an operetta at the theatre

Oh, if only we could spend five years

Together and then let old age catch us

Then we should really have something to remember

But what is the use of talking about it?

And though the weather here is magnificent for November

It would be far nicer in Moscow

In Moscow, driving in a sledge with you

God bless you, my little German

I love you, but you have known that for ages now

I send you 1,013,212 kisses