I wish some chapters to finish themselfs vite , that I send them to Pologne and know the end . I have a little question to ask you -LRB- of Vanity as always -RRB- . I can not translate this , no one of dictionnaires makes me the words , and I think it is jargon de prison , this little period . Behold : -- Mopy , is that your snum ? Nubble your dad and gully the dog , & c. ` So funny things I can not explain myself , so I send to you , and you reply sooner than without it , for you have so kind interest in my work you do not stay to wait . So this is a little hook for you to make you write some words to your son who likes it so much and is fond of you . ` My doctor tells me my lungs are soon to be re-established ; so you may imagine yourself how glad I am , and of more courage in my future . You may one day see your Varjo in Amerique , if I study commerce as I wish . So then the last time of seeing ourselves is not the last . Is that to please you ? I suppose the grand histoire is finished , n'est ce pas ? You will then send it to me care of M. Gryhomski Austriche , and he will give to me in clandestine way at Varsovie , otherwise it will be confiscated at the frontier by the stupide Russians . ` Now we are dispersed in two sides of world far apart , for soon I go home to Pologne and am no more '' juif errant . '' It is now time I work at my life in some useful way , and I do it . ` As I am your grand fils , it is proper that I make you my compliment of happy Christmas and New Year , is it not ? I wish for you so many as they may fulfil long human life . May this year bring you more and more good hearts to love you -LRB- the only real happiness in the hard life -RRB- , and may I be as now , yours for always , ` VARJO . ' A year ago he sent me his photograph and a few lines . I acknowledged the receipt of it , but since then not a word has come , and I begin to fear that my boy is dead . Others have appeared to take his place , but they do n't suit , and I keep his corner always ready for him if he lives .
If he is dead , I XXXXX glad to have known so sweet and brave a character , for it does one good to see even as short-lived and obscure a hero as my Polish boy , whose dead December rose embalms for me the memory of Varjo , the last and dearest of my boys .
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