Hello dear Markus!!! First of all I want to thank you for the new letter. I only today have noticed
that I never thanked you for your letters. I only write you, that I am very happy to write to you
the answer. My dear Markus, I would like to devote this my letter to my dreams and my plans for
the future. If it is fair to you to tell I in general the person who not so likes to dream. I the
realist and usually think of the future only leaning on the facts, but you see it so boringly and
now to me would be desirable to dream slightly. I think that I have on this right even sometimes.
All over again I have glanced in the past. In this case I name the past the beginning of our
correspondence. Memoirs on it have forced me to smile. To me it became valid slightly ridiculously
when I have recollected that in what I confusions was when has received your first letter. At that
moment I at all did not know about what to write to you, that you have not thought, that I the silly
girl, which has come in the Internet only to have a good time. I very much was afraid, that you so
will think, you see from your first letter you have very much liked me and I did not want, that our
correspondence has interrupted not having had time to begin.
Then I have recollected as my confidence grew and about that as your letters wakened in me all
greater impatience. Now I know that such to miss about the person only under his letters. I did not
trust the sister when she for the first time spoke me about it. I really feel, that we with you very
quickly could find much in common and now it would seem to me that we might have good relations if
might meet. Though the meeting it very much serious a step and seems to me, that I am not ready to
make it yet. I understand, that it is inevitable. I am frightened at all by that we with you from
the different countries, and that once to me will come to leave Russia if we shall decide to be
together always. Most of all I am frightened with my heart you see it has too quickly opened to you.
I can not tell you yet, that it is love, but really it seems to me that fire has inflamed too
quickly. If you lived in my city, I might think that you have bewitched me <SMILE> it certainly a
joke. I only want to tell you, that I very much miss under your letters. As you can see at me in a
head now the big dump and I can not even imagine the precise plan for the future yet. Who knows?
Heart nevertheless may can prompt me correct road. I with impatience shall wait for your new letter.
Yours Ekaterina