burdensome at all. In suitable places
we
produced avalanches
so
as
to
properly
scare
the world below
us.
--
You too know the Rhein valley
and the Via
Mala,
I
think., they
were
simply magnificent,
even
though
the weather
was a
little
gloomy,
but this did
not
spoil
our
good mood.
How
happy
I
was
again
to have
my
darling
for
myself
a
little,
especially
because I
saw
that he
was
equally
happy!
He
now comes
to
see me
each Sunday and each time
we
think of
our
dearest friend.
Albert would
so
much like to
see you
and find out how the
"hatching"
becomes
you.
He
was very
touched when I showed him
your
last letter,
and he said:
we
too
want
to
be
as
happy
as
they
are.
How
is
your
health? Take good
care
of yourself, the little dears like that. And
your
husband?
Has
he completely recovered?
-
Albert
now
again often
suffers from his famous ailment.
[...]
I had
a
few spats with Weber, but
we
have
already
gotten used
to
it. Albert is
very
satisfied in
Winterthur,
if
only
he could
get
such
a
work for
good.
He
will
now
try and
see
whether he
can
get
a
job
with
an
insurance
company
through
a
good acquaintance of his.
[...]
Miza
[...]
110.
TO
MILEVA MARIC
Winterthur Thursday [second half of
May?
1901]
My
dear Doxerl!
I don't want to
go
to bed without answering
your
dear little
letter,
which I
saw
today
lying
on
t[he] table when I
came
home from
the school
--
a
most darling little letter. I
am so
much looking
forward to
Sunday
with
my
dear Doxerl. Be
cheerful,
dear
Doxerl,
and
don't
worry
--
you
are
my
dear, good sweet[heart],
whatever
may
happen.
I
am
not
very
satisfied with
my
theory
of
thermoelectricity.
I
am
n[ot]
going
to
publish it for the time being. Perhaps I'll write
a
private letter
to
Drude
to
draw his attention
to
his mistakes. This
evening
I sat
2
hours
at
the window and thought about how the law of
interaction of molecular forces could be determined. I've got
a
very
good idea. I'll tell
you
about it
on
Sunday.
I have not received
any
reply
whatsoever from
my
sister. She is
now
in the midst of that awkward
age
of
a
girl's
adolescence. If only
she will
come
out of it alright. Michele hasn't yet written
me
either. I think I'll
turn to
his father and ask him whether he
can
find
me
a
position
in insurance. That's
a
stupid
matter about
being
a
starveling. [B]ut
otherwise he is
a
splendid fellow,
your
sweetheart
is,
even
if somewhat
unlucky.
Writing is
stupid.
Sunday
I
am
going
to
kiss
you
orally.
Greetings and hugs from
your
Albert
To
a
happy
reunion! Love!
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