Translations:CP 03065/28/en
Forgive me for not having responded to your letter earlier[1]. I have been in a lot of physical and spiritual pain. I make many wishes for you, that, in these days, however sad, we remember that the years return carrying the same natural beauties, but without bringing people back with them. Alas, in 1916, there will be violets, apple blossoms; before them, the flowers of frost, but Bertrand will no longer be there [2].