how did you live all these years ivanovich these were happy years your majesty remembered johann elizabeth years together in paris i did not know about this. she wrote to you. it was not forbidden to receive a letter from her. she guessed. but she continued to write. by the time i started taking control of my own life, it was already too late. we were together until your mother's death. in the evening we took a walk, drank liquor, and talked about a trip to the sea. we were going to britain in the summer. i brought you a present. kisses from the past the portrait of your mother is exactly what you remember. the artist painted a portrait from a medallion. i advised where to tweak. i'm sorry, he's the temper of a freeman proud. portraits do not worse than foreigners the artist fedor robotov will remove 10 times less. my son alexei, the youngest son of the work is not easy, i will pay 1.000. i work for 50 rubles. and it doesn't matter to me whose portrait to paint your son or a herring merchant on a hearty fish? i am an artist by the will of the lord. the angels of paint grind the brushes and