Letters of Anton Chekhov, by Anton Chekhov

To Madame Kiselyov.

VENICE, March 25.

I am in Venice. You may put me in a madhouse. Gondolas, St. Mark’s Square, water, stars, Italian women, serenades, mandolins, Falernian wine — in fact all is lost!

Don’t remember evil against me.

The shade of the lovely Desdemona sends a smile to the District Captain.

Greetings to all. AntonIO.

The Jesuits send their love to you.


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