Chýnov, 19 December 1897.
Dear Zdenka – this is me, František, sending you once again my simple, heartfelt greetings.
I want to let you know my sincere concern: why have you not come to visit us yet? Have you been taken ill? Mr. Zeyer has not arrived yet, either, although he had announced that he would already be here four days ago. I suppose you have been delayed by the funeral of Mrs. Ž. Podlipská. I look forward to having your and Mr. Zeyer’s company during the holidays. Please send at least a brief note to put me at ease! Are you perhaps afraid that the pain of your dear soul will infect us country folk with sadness in the joyful Christmas season? I am not joking! But that, too, would be unfounded. Believe me, dear Zdenka, if I say that if anyone can understand your pain and share it with you as a brother, it is me; for this same pain has once nearly crushed my life force for good as well. Only God himself has miraculously kept me alive.
We have enjoyed beautiful weather, until recently. It was almost warm enough for us to work outdoors. Now, at last, true winter has arrived.
Foerster came home for Christmas. I asked him if he could visit us for at least one day, if at all possible, and that both you and I would advise him well.
Let me repeat: I very much look forward to spending Christmas with you and Mr. Zeyer. So please come! But rest assured that, despite my eager wishes, I will await your arrival patiently. – Sigmund promised to write me abundantly, but so far has written nothing – absolutely nothing! –
My dear Zdenka, I bid you farewell. All of us, especially me, are looking forward to seeing you.
|Title:||Letter from to Zdenka Braunerová, 19 December 1897|
|Origin:||Zdenka Braunerová collection|