_While you are reading these lines I shall be far away, beyond
Sevastopol. I’ve got to confess that that manuscript of yours about
the new science--from which you read to us morning and evening, all
your learned articles, have given your wife and me many an unhappy
hour. So then, farewell! Our ways part. I have taken nothing with
me that was yours--that is, only one thing. Probably that is your
greatest treasure. But it had to be. Otherwise you would have
tormented your poor wife to death. I, therefore, take this pearl
with me; it rests upon my heart. The bells of the troika sound
merrily in our ears. You will never be able to catch us._