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Mostowski; a part of them remained also in the hands of Madame Dzialynska, and on my arrival in America, I found among my papers only the rough sketch of my translation of Pope's Rape of the Lock.[1]
A few months before I was set at liberty, Makarow allowed me to use a lead pencil, and to draw; but not being permitted to have a pen-knife, I was obliged, whenever my pencil became blunt, to give it to the corporal to mend. One may imagine how tedious and troublesome this was; I bye and bye got a knife from Kapostas, which, having hidden carefully, I used only when my soldiers were out of my room. Although I had a taste for drawing, I had never an opportunity of improving in that delightful accomplishment. In prison, the
- ↑ I remember the volume of Pope, containing this delightful poem, was sent to me in prison, with a notice that I could not keep it more than three days. I immediately took a fancy to translate it, and resolved therefore to copy the whole English poem, and then to translate from this copy.
