Vlad hat schon wieder vergessen, daß er eigentlich Geld haben will.
Ich schicke ihm jetzt seit einiger Zeit seine eigenen Briefe als Antwort zurück.
Fällt nicht auf ! Hello my love.
How your day has passed ? My day has passed is remarkable. In fact I for one day became even closer to you.
You have rushed into my life a torrential rain, a tender contact of drops having woken in me one thousand
feelings … Such not clear, and, apparently, forgotten by me, that firstly I even was frightened, not
for myself - for both of us.. How we shall live the friend without the friend how we lived all this time the
friend without the friend? I existed, I did not live … Went by the ground, fell in love, hastened for
work, late for trams, laughed and cried, and … felt emptiness in that place where there should be a
heart … Just now I have understood, that, it appears waited for you one thousand years lived without
you …
Together with a strange feeling "love" in my heart the strange feeling has lodged not less - "fear"
… Appears, all this time I was lonely, in spite of the fact that me surrounded hundred thousand people:
the relatives not so close, friends, the girlfriends simply familiar … Lonely … the Sad word,
empty … cold that-whether … Now when I have" you, me becomes terrible from one idea, that this
pressing emptiness again will lodge in my heart. Dear when you are not present beside, I say your name aloud,
I say tenderly and gently as if tasting it … you Know, I remember everything, that the contact of a
hand, tenderness of fingers from which contact my body penetrate hundred thousand small needles is connected
with you, each your sight, reproachful and loving. Eyes of color of autumn force to look at all this world and
everything, that me surrounds absolutely on - to another. Eyes … it is heavy to look in them, choking
from "strange" feeling, blinking from infinite delight of the puppy, only from one that you a beside …
I can reach you a hand concern your hair, touch lips a cheek, up to the most favourite cheek in the world
… do not tramble down, do not destroy me, give a drink of air, I perish … Without you I perish,
I am dissolved in air, impregnated yours by a smell and you …
Your Natalya