When we crossed the frontier it was snowing. In Vienna there is no snow,
but it is cold all the same.
I am homesick and miss you all, and indeed I am conscience-stricken, too,
at deserting you all again. But there, never mind! I shall come back and
stay at home for a whole year. I send my greetings to everyone, everyone.
I wish you all things good; don’t forget me with my many transgressions. I
embrace you, I bless you, send my greetings and remain,
Your loving
A. CHEKHOV.
Everyone who meets us recognises that we are Russians, and stares not at my
face, but at my grizzled cap. Looking at my cap they probably think I am a
very rich Russian Count.