Chapter 17: June 28th: My Dearest Barbara Alexievna

June 28th: My Dearest Barbara Alexievna June 28th. My dearest Barbara Alexievna—Away with melancholy! Really, beloved, you ought to be ashamed of yourself! How can you allow such thoughts to enter your head? Really and truly you are quite well; really and truly you are, my darling. Why, you are blooming—simply blooming. True, I see a certain touch of pallor in your face, but still you are blooming. A fig for dreams and visions! Yes, for shame, dearest! Drive away those fancies; try to d…