If you ever happen to come to Venice it will be the best thing in your
life. You ought to see the glass here! Your bottles [Footnote: His brother
Ivan was teaching in a school attached to a glass factory.] are so hideous
compared with the things here, that it makes one sick to think of them.

I will write again; meanwhile, good-bye.




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.