| Author(s) | Friedrich Engels |
|---|---|
| Written | 12 September 1871 |
ENGELS TO PYOTR LAVROV
IN PARIS
London, 12 September 1871
My dear Mr Sidorov,[1]
Herewith the receipted account for the English books that were sent off to you yesterday[2] —my little bookseller did not tell me through what channel, but I think it will have been by the CONTINENTAL PARCELS EXPRESS. If you have not received them in two days' time, please let me know.
Buckle,[3] 3 vols, the least expensive edition, costs 24/- and, since I am in no doubt that the book is to be had in Paris, I did not send it. However, should you require it, you need only tell me so.
Williams[4] has had your letter. As you will have seen, he was reported to be dead,[5] which made us laugh a great deal.
EtpH-txajiH 3fltcb BpoÖJieBCKiH H KypHeTT»/[6] As you will know, Williams' daughters[7] are back again.
Excuse my not writing at greater length this evening. I must, you see, leave at about eight o'clock for a meeting[8] and it is nearly eight o'clock now.
Yours ever,
F. Engels