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Vanka folded the sheet of writing-paper twice, and put it into an envelope he had bought the day before for a kopeck…. After thinking a little, he dipped the pen and wrote the address:

To grand
father in the village.

Then he scratched his head, thought a little, and added: Konstantin Makaritch. Glad that he had not been prevented from writing, he put on his cap and, without putting on his little greatcoat, ran out into the street as he was in his shirt….

The shopmen at the butcher’s, whom he had questioned the day before, told him that letters were put in post-boxes, and from the boxes were carried about all over the earth in mailcarts with drunken drivers and ringing bells. Vanka ran to the nearest post-box, and thrust the precious letter in the slit….

An hour later, lulled by sweet hopes, he was sound asleep…. He dreamed of the stove. On the stove was sitting his grandfather, swinging his bare legs, and reading the letter to the cooks….

By the stove was Eel, wagging his tail.