Finally my story! Premise of this parched existence, the reasons for this världsföraktares longstanding anguish and bitterness units, I owe you the whole truth, noble friend!
I was only seven years, a small light haired boy, with an open pristine mind, when I started smoking cigars. The passion grew to such an extent that I am at the entrance into the Gymnasium had drawn me a chronic gastritis: when I arrived in Uppsala had liver also become mildly afficierad! Think your liver! To save time I put off the well-cut until after graduation! The waters of Aix is excellent and I am on repentance, but not fully restored, as you can hear! I know, however, day by day how unhappy end, what fate gets tired of persecuting me and how people improved – I’ve already seen an angel down here!
That was my story! Is it not acceptable!
It must be complicated! It is not so difficult in this world that you want to believe. I wonder if you would not have to come down here! “
The next day I received back a letter: Aix, Bouches du Rhone, Provence.
It contained only this, which lifted off on the last stone from my breast.
PS I forgot to tell you who the old woman was deterrence, which lived until his mysterious existence in my kitchen! It was my maid!