Poor Folk

MY DEAREST BARBARA ALEXIEVNA, -How happy I was last night-how immeasurably, how impossibly happy! That was because for once in your life you had relented so far as to obey my wishes. At about eight o'clock I awoke from sleep (you know, my beloved one, that I always like to sleep for a short hour after my work is done)-I awoke, I say, and, lighting a candle, prepared my paper to write, and trimmed my pen.
Then suddenly, for some reason or another, I raised my eyes-and felt my very heart leap within me! For you had understood what I wanted, you had understood what my heart was craving for. Yes, I perceived that a corner of the curtain in your window had been looped up and fastened to the cornice as I had suggested should be done; and it seemed to me that your dear face was glimmering at the window, and that you were looking at me from out of the darkness of your room, and that you were thinking of me.