I'm just adding a few words to last night's letter.
This afternoon I at once sent a drawing to the doctor who
treated me - not the superintendent - to show my gratitude. It
was a Scheveningen girl knitting, done at
Mauve's studio, and really the best watercolour I had,
especially since Mauve had put in some touches, and had watched
me do it and called some details to my attention. I should have
liked to keep it as a souvenir, but in the delight of recovery
I felt the need to show my gratitude.
Today I received a letter from Father and Mother, and wrote
them as soon as I heard that I needn't go back to the
Now I should like to take a trip to Scheveningen by
streetcar tomorrow morning, and then draw a little on the
So my address is now Schenkweg No. 136.
In acknowledgement of the honourable gentleman's visit, I
also wrote a note to Mr. Tersteeg to tell him I had left the
hospital, and thanked him for his unexpected visit.
I should like to go to see Sien next Sunday. I had a note
from her telling me that yesterday she was allowed to sit up
for half an hour for the first time, and that the baby was all
I hope you will soon find a half hour to write me whether
you approve of my telling Father and Mother in that way. First
Sien must get a little stronger, for she must not be upset or
anxious about anything at present, most decidedly not - but in
a month or six weeks, depending on how her recovery
She saw Father when he visited me, for it was visiting hour
and she was siting in the hall downstairs waiting; but of
course Father did not know her.
It is already late, and I want to get up early tomorrow
morning and go out with my drawing materials as if nothing had
happened between now and the last time I sat in the dunes at
Scheveningen. I wish I could succeed in making something for
Adieu, Theo, good night, how delightful it is to be back
home again; best wishes and good luck, and what I especially
wish you is that serenity I mentioned before. A handshake,
Yours sincerely, Vincent
P. S. This Émile Zola is a glorious artist. I am now
reading Le Ventre de Paris; it is confoundedly clever.
At this time, Vincent was 29 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written 7 July 1882 in The Hague. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number 214.
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