Hello my dear xxxxx. How are you doing these days ?
My mood is so fine when I receive your letter, and have imagined that we
are together and talk face to face, It would be great:) Well, I had a nice
working day, at last all necessary preparations have been delivered to our laboratory
There is one more good news, my friend Nataly let off home from hospital..
I was allowed to leave my work to meet her...
My boss knows my friends.. Our microdistrict is small,
and it seems, that everyone knows each other..
I could not visit
Nataly every day... But I did it every time i had an opportunity.. We've got
a lot of news for each other.. And when we arrived to her house, I could not
stop talking to her about you:) How it would be good to meet you. She is also
very curious.. I hope you are not against, that I speak to her about
you so much?:) We could not speak for a long time... And about everything,
I had to come back to work.. But I was glad, that I should see the letter
from you xxxxxx today:)
Right now fall rain like a tap-dancer beats off a rhythm outside.
The window glass, deformed by water trickles, reflects like old
mirror a gloomy sight of the grey sky. And the wind scornfully whistles
among old trees. And everyone here, glancing through window by
indifferent empty eyes silently grumble about bad weather that spoils their
mood and changes their plans. And I do not understand these people.
How can they be so querulous? It is just small rain - the gift of the
nature, gift filling the air by delightful freshness, bringing an amazing,
almost imperceptible smell of autumn. So many people in the world who
dream about rain; how many people who never saw a snow, who is deprived an
opportunities to play the snowballs with friends. I always liked rain.
However sometimes, in cold days I dream about summer, the sea and the sun.
I went there the last autumn, did I tell you about it? I think all seasons are
magnificent. The winter covers all around with a delightful white carpet.
Trees and roofs wear fluffy snow-hats and frost draws by invisible tassel
amazing inimitable images on the windows glasses. And when you, xxxxxxx
hear snow crunch under your foot, and the sky slowly showers you with
sparkling snowflakes or when the delightful gold autumn begins the most
beautiful phenomenon in the nature - a fall of leafs? When the leaves,
chased by a cool breeze, dance a waltz in the air and slowly fall
down, undressing trees. And when you hear rustle of leaves under
your foot, and when in the sky you see a flock of birds flying away
with a sad song, don't you want to take a slow walk also with your woman?
Or when you hear behind your window an autumn thunder, or groans of
blizzard, would you not enjoy being at home with your beloved, to enfold
each other in a warm plaid, and telling each other ridiculous and funny stories?
I think it is a big happiness when people are able to value such things.
And I think, if the couple is able to enjoy such things in a life, it only
strengthens feelings. I am sure, now you think that I am rambling on.
Forgive me please xxxxxx
I do not know why I write you this.
Probably because I feel conveniently in talking to you about such things.
I will better stop here, because I am afraid that otherwise you will simply
cease to write me.
With thoughts of you I will wait for your letter!
Polina.
...... delivered over Yandex/Moscow
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