fellow; if
only
we
could
come
together for
once.
But without friends
it is difficult
even
for such
a
man
to
find
any
kind of
secure
job.
Pray for
us,
dear little Helene, that
things
no
longer
go
so
terribly
wrong
for
us!
[...]
Miza
126.
TO
MILEVA MARIC
[Schaffhausen]
Thursday
[28
November
1901]
Dear sweetheart!
Three
days
have
passed
without
my
having
received
a
letter,
and
as
many
nights.
But I
am so
firmly
convinced that
you
wouldn't let
me
wait
so
long, that
I
definitely believe that the letter got lost. Did
you
receive the
2
or
3
letters of mine that
I
mailed
to
Katy
[Hungarian
spelling
for Kac] and the
one
I mailed to Neusatz [German
name
for Novi Sad]?
I
almost believe that
your
mailmen
use
the
letters for
kindling
or
even......hor[r]ibile
dictu
[horrible
to
say],
but I
am
not
saying
it. From
now on
I
am
going
to
write
you
in each
letter that I'll write
you
often,
so
that
you
won't
worry
and will
know that everything is alright except for the negligent postal
service.
Except
for the lack of
news,
I
am
really
fine
&
I
am
almost
always
in
good
cheer. If
only
I could be
sure
that this little letter
is certain to end in
your
hands at last. Let them occasionally check
in Katy whether the letters really aren't there! I
can
hardly believe
it.
It is
very cozy
in the
new
room,
even
though
its
only
ornaments
are
myself
and the dear red
lampshade,
of which Mrs. Baumer said that
she wouldn't do such
a
tremendous
job
even
for her Karl.
But
I
thought
to
myself.
My
dear sweetheart would do quite different things
for
me as
well, but
so
would I for her. All this I have already
written to
you,
but
who knows whether
you
received it. I
am
unspeakably happy
that
your
parents
are now
somewhat calmer
and
have
more
trust
in
me.
But I also know that I deserve it and that their
Miezel will
get
a
good
husband
as soon as
this becomes feasible. The
position
in Bern has
not
yet been advertised
so
that
I
am
really
giving
up
hope for it.
Write
me
in detail how
you are
spending
your
day
so
that I
can
follow
you
a
little in
my
imagination,
I
don't think that this should
be
too
difficult to
imagine.
I
am
living
here
as
if I
were
completely
alone, since
I
do
not
see
anybody privately. Almost
every
day
I
take
a
little walk to refresh
myself,
the
rest
of the time I spend
studying
Voigt's
theoretical
physics,
from
which
book I've already learned
quite
a
lot. The evening of the day before yesterday the local music
teachers organized
an
evening of chamber music, which
was
delightful
beyond
my
expectations.
So
far
I have
no
report from Kleiner. I
don't
think he would dare
to
reject
my
dissertation, but otherwise, in
my
opinion,
there is
nothing
that
can
be done with that
short-sighted
man.
If I had to be
at
his beck and call
to
become
a
university
professor
--
I wouldn't
want to
change jobs,
but would rather remain
a
poor
private
tutor.
Should I send
you
a
book, dear sweetheart,
or
do
you
have
some
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