Brieven 1888-1961

Aan Kaya Batut

Amsterdam, 26th January 1902.

Kaya dear!

Don't be silly and don't envy me. I feel very miserable here. I hate this country awfully. The Hague is the only place where I don't feel un-

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happy. Nothing in friday's Temps. What the devil is the matter? I know that I did my best to write an interesting article. Perhaps it did appear in the saturday Temps, which I did not see yet. Fancy that H[ébrard]¹ does not like my articles. What then? I'm just now writing my second one. ‘Their’ feets are awfully ‘nicklés’. The 4th art. I intend to write at home. I'll send you some money tomorrow. Sundays one can not. Poor dear, dear K. Scrubbing the floor! And your dress? Those damned fellows of the Eur [opéen] I feel very, very miserable far from you, Kayouchka dear. Kiss the child and be kissed from your Sandro.

1 Adrien Hébrard (1834-1914), hoofdredacteur van Le temps.