Dear Sonnleithner!
                     Since 
                it is so difficult to have a word with you, I prefer to write 
                to you about the matters we must deal with -- I received yesterday 
                another letter about my journey, and this one made my decision 
                to travel your revocable -- Hence I most earnestly request you 
                to see that by the middle of next April the book, which forms 
                the poetical part, will be quite finished, so that I can press 
                on with my work and so that the opera can be produced in June 
                at latest, when I myself can help to produce it -- My brother 
                has told you about my having changed my rooms. I took these only 
                on certain conditions, that is to say, until better rooms could 
                be found for me. The question had already arisen sometime ago 
                and I just wanted to assert my right to them at Zitterbarth's 
                when Baron Braun became the owner of the theater -- The rooms 
                which the painter occupies upstairs and which are really suitable 
                for a servant and nobody else, need only to be vacated; and then 
                I shall have rooms which are suitable for me. Where upon my presence 
                rooms could be cleared out for the painter and the question would 
                be settled -- Since in my presence rooms the servant has to sleep 
                in the kitchen, by now I have already had three servants -- and 
                the third too will not put up with this arrangement for long, 
                apart altogether from other inconveniences -- I know in advance 
                it is everything depends again on the worthy Baron's decision, 
                the answer will be no. If so, I shall immediately take my departure 
                from here. Ever since we met, this treatment of me has been persistently 
                unfriendly -- Well, so be it -- I shall never crawl --my world 
                is the universe -- and now I am awaiting an answer from you about 
                this -- because, moreover, I do not want to spend another hour 
                in this wretched hole. My brother tells me that you complained 
                about my having spoken against you. I beg you not to lend an ear 
                to such miserable gossip at the theater -- the only fault I have 
                to finding you is that you listen to readily to some people who 
                certainly do not merit your attention -- forgive my frankness 
                -- 
                                                                                             Wholly 
                your 
                                                                                                              Beethoven