126/132 I saw them that time in Petersburg _avec cette chere amie_ (oh, how I used to wound her then), and I wasn't afraid of their abuse or even of their praise. _Mais parlons d'autre chose...._ I believe I have done dreadful things. Only fancy, I sent a letter yesterday to Darya Pavlovna and... how I curse myself for it!" "What did you write about ?" "Oh, my friend, believe me, it was all done in a noble spirit. |