That is what I decided, and what I wrote to Joseph Alexeevich.

I told my wife that I begged her to forget the past, to forgive me whatever wrong I may have done her, and that I had nothing to forgive.

It gave me joy to tell her this.

She need not know how hard it was for me to see her again.

I have settled on the upper floor of this big house and am experiencing a happy feeling of regeneration.