Hoping for the critics' indulgence, the author asks to send money for his story immediately, otherwise his wife and kids will die of hunger.
Nothing lulls and inebriates like money; when you have a lot, the world seems a better place than it actually is. Note-Book of Anton Chekhov (1921)
The wealthy man is not he who has money, but he who has the means to live in the luxurious state of early spring.