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2. Koitus To Alexey Domashnevu, on January, 17th, 18-10 Hi! Here my debut in a nomination «a dialogue substitute» also has taken place. If it is fair, I do not know, about what to write, I hope, that you all the same think of me … very much I worry about yours health … Today a plot (I repeat, the PLOT, and that again the remark you will make!) small gold ear rings and, in my opinion, there was absolutely small … I know, that you do not like, when I small, therefore am not more to plant "njuni" … Bla-bla-bla … it will Would be desirable to believe, that this smile-smilie :-) will not anger you (as usually you are angered by my good mood) … do not vanish, person Dostoevsky! YOURS of the Smoke … P. S. Has forgotten the most important thing — I constantly think of you!!! Aline, on January, 18th, 9-36 (And a theme?) Alina, lovely! By miracle has saved and has read your the first (the historical!!!) a mail! First, the name of the sender is absolutely ciphered; secondly, the theme (sebzh) is not designated; thirdly, a word in the mail; fourthly, the enclosed file has no name but only suspicious tsifir … similar letters in the Internet are shorter, as a rule, are dispatched by hackers-hooligans and stuffed by viruses. I (as any user) delete them, not opening. But at me, on ours with you happiness, a powerful antivirus so I from nothing to do yesterday an investment has saved (and has forgotten about him), and the letter has removed. And here today after conversation with you hardly all has restored. More shortly, the Smoke mine (and why — the Smoke?), start to observe Internet-dialogue rules, write NORMAL mails (under the form) and TENDER, GENTLE (under the maintenance). And in general, I congratulate you on the beginning our virtual … friendship. Uncle Lyosha. To Alexey Domashnevu, on January, 21st, 23-22 (Tet-a-tet) Alexey! The phrase comes to mind: not be the nobody's slogan, because you — poetry! Think of it! Because you really poetry, my poetry … And with uncle Lyoshej and morals you have gone too far, is better on business something would write. Good, time already later, and me so well and sadly simultaneously. Do not forget, that I already the butterfly, instead of a caterpillar, your miracle, and you — my magician. In general, the Smoke in an easy spleen. I wait, I wait, I wait … I do not wish to be the beggar, indulge me though slightly. Remember that Smoke it is already ready to be dissolved in your fog. Will be only — we: sweet, gentle, infinite … YOURS. P. S. A smoke is mine nik for the my congenial souls. Aline, on January, 22nd, 8-03 (You — a miracle!) Alina, the Smoke, thanks!!! And — for poetry! And — in general! You — a miracle multiplied by infinity of wearisome desire of my soul in borenjah with low carnal passions … (???!!!?!?) Consider, "verses" were what is it splashed out from me such here too. I will fall asleep AND THINK now of you! See you (already almost today)! The whole. AND. AND. D. Aline, on January, 24th, 23-20 (Where you?!) Smoke, where you??! For some reason it is very a shame to me (and it is disturbing!) that did not spend you to the house!!! AND. AND. D. To Alexey Domashnevu, on January, 25th, 7-40 (Brad on the set theme) Greetings, my native little man! Mine Lyosha! You know, the unique way to remain between heaven and earth — to fly, and I treat: whether it is called as happiness? You, probably, smile, reading my crazy conclusions-searches. Yes, to puzzle I has got used everyone sophistic aletejej (excuse for scientifically-student's vypendryozh). Once I have written such lines: I miss among people, Only in your heavens to me to live. Without you, without your rains The soul river dries up. I explain. Not to you to me to write about it, but I nevertheless will risk: in literary criticism in stadijnosti a plot is arhivazhnoe composed — the culmination; also there is everything, that to it — bla-bla-bla (the exposition, an outset, development of action with an intrigue …) And in my vital sjuzhetnosti is a life to you (bla-bla-bla) and a life with you, for you (the culmination me — the highest point me). Let's return to a poem — it has been written to you, but now I understand, that for you, about you, about us. A certain message from the past, a presentiment. You remember, how at the Block: «I Have a presentiment of you …» in general, «you excuse me, the kid, du-du-du-du-ru if you like you will excuse …» for all this ahineju. I admit fairly, I write you all it after our Saturday evening, that is at night (on my straw — 23-35), but I will send tomorrow. If to reject all my mental onanizm and orgazm, to type air in lungs more than it is necessary, all mine the child prodigy-letter is reduced to the one and only phrase from four words — I very much LIKE YOU!!! And, please, concern this phrase seriously, I in it put very much and much all — and more time of! So, like everything, that I wished to write to you — have written. Here now it is time bainki. Now I WILL put on (!) pizhamku with small fishes (by all means with bared pupochkom), I will become again the little girl, I will be compressed in a small lump and with thought on you I will fall asleep sweet, strong-sound sleep. So, it already a prelude of email-sex any! Though I very much would like you that you were in me (long live figure "4" — the best figure on light!. Though, I admit, and «3» today it was perfect!) Good, everything, any more I will not be — I represent, as you grimace now! It agree, about «was in me» is too. You too should me excuse something owing to my green age! In general, I will rain kisses at a meeting! Yours of the Smoke (with Manej on pair — ha-ha-ha!). Excuse, itself you understand, mood is sad-playful (directly oxymoron any). Tomorrow, probably, the internal climate will be another, but I will send you the letter tomorrow. Why? I do not know … To following our meeting! Very much I wait. Aline, on January, 25th, 9-20 (Ogo!) Alina, lovely! The NATIVE! It is necessary to transfer SUCH letters in the evening, is closer by the night! And with utreshka (moreover in a hard work break) uncle Lyosha reads SUCH message and — naturally figure "4" in all beauty, in all volume and with all consequences … (Next time will be to you four and even five — prepare!) And if it is serious: if you now is a number, I would rain kisses on you to a semifaint (your or my)!. And Manke would get!. Wait and remember for me a du-du-du-cancer (more correctly — Ovena)! AND. To mine Lyoshenke, on January, 25th, 13-08 (Thanks, that you are!) Liked mine, kind to you of day!!! Last night I have not sent you the ardent greetings because thought — all the same will read next day, and emotions directly overflowed. However figure "4" does not calm me till now. All time I think of it, is more exact about you … I Recollect, how you touch me, and … a shiver on a skin. It is interesting, what you now, do at present? If I do not touch today your skin, at least to hands — evening will be painful, but in caresses made in Alina Naumovna I will not be engaged! Or you, or in general anybody! Yes, I such, Lyoshenka! And in general, to repeat yesterday's evening … Thanks for your answer, it heats me not less, than your kisses (I so myself calm it). You know, I so did not like anybody, as you, the truth, language pozvonochnyj backs remembers you till now, yours prikosnovenja … Already o'clock in the afternoon, and I still yours, and you in me, I very strongly feel it. Perhaps we already were strong hooked by biofields-radar, and to break this link it is impossible. As it is remarkable, that I will see you today and, maybe, we somewhere descend (it already a hint!) — in cafe or we will simply take a walk. I need to see enough of you. To photograph all to trifles. In a word, I go mad. I wait for evening to spasms (I think, it is not necessary to explain — what!). I like you more lives! Smoke has turned to a dense cloud of emotions, desires, languor … Rescue me! To mine Lyoshenke, on January, 25th, 23-11 (I only yours!) Kind night, Lyoshechka! I think, that you have understood is were Tima. «Give again we will be together and bla-bla-bla». To horror unpleasantly, disgust any! And how with this person I could be so much years together?! Excuse, that I have been compelled to remain today with it with an entrance for definitive explanations. But even the occurrence it has not spoilt to me this unforgettable evening which you to me have presented. It is the best gift! To me very painfully to realise, that you yet do not understand (or do not wish to understand), that I really THINK of you, I wish to be with you, to divide everything, that the destiny presents to us! If you really want to connect with me a life, I will try to make very much you happy! Such GIFT I, probably, yet have not deserved in ridiculous 20! As I wish to be yours, to enter into your life and to fill it with myself! I like, I like, I like!. Good night, my precious happiness! Always yours of the Smoke. I very much would like, that you thought of me the same as I about you … To mine Lyoshenke, on January, 25th, 23-53 (You where? I wait …) If you now in the Internet — respond! Time — 23-50. I will be on communication somewhere till 00-10. If you will come after this time, call! I will wait for a call. I like. Do not worry concerning Timy. It is not present in my life, and there is you! YOU, YOU and only YOU! Waiting for the Smoke. To mine Lyoshenke, on January, 26th, 0-18 (I still on communication …) You that, whether that compose the novel? I joke. If we also do not communicate in the Internet — I wish you sweet dreams, my lovely and dear Lyosha! Whole strong-strong. Aline, on January, 28th, 23-37 (Brad of the old person) Alina, hi!!!!! Did not communicate with you two hours — has become bored! And in general (as always, I pass on kislosti), we with you, maybe, it is a lot of and greedy we communicate — as though not to be oversaturated??! I here that have thought: it can be occurred-happen so, what you to me will let know and realise LOVE … Understand? That is, I now thanks to you have started to doubt: whether I understood earlier, whether I what is it? Tested IT? Whether tested IT to me? I only one can tell with all definiteness: anything similar in mine it is already ugly a long life, it seems (it SEEMS?), was not. Consider, when I will definitively thaw, I will languish, I will relax, istonchus (skin) and completely I will trust in feelings — you will be terrified and will start back. Imagine not so young muzhik — lisping, putting lips a tubule and murmuring something like: «Rybonka mine! Kisonka! Zolottse my beloved! Belochka! Strelochka! A nanny-goat! Rozochka!.», Etc., etc ., and so forth Br-r-r! I kiss you strong-strong! And — NOT ONLY you! If you come to see me today in a dream — I promise to be gentle … P. S. And in general, you have understood now — with what monster, with what moral ugly creature have communicated??? Poor! And — excuse … The monster. (Now only and I will subscribe!) To mine Lyoshenke, on January, 28th, 23-58 (Stop!) Here you to me pismetso have thrown it!!! «The monster …», «is a lot of and to communicate greedy …» Anything warm squeeze out from itself cannot? Is not present? You for the night can spoil mood! If you have decided, that too, means — too. Tssss! Tishin. I stop and I am dissolved in the shouting thoughts … Tired Alina. Aline, on January, 29th, 0-13 (Excuse!) I like!!! To mine Lyoshenke, on January, 29th, 1-02 (I too like you!) Good night, my asterisk!!! Your Alina-smoke. To mine Lyoshenke, on January, 29th, 21-01 (To my only thing!) My darling! For a long time promised to send a poem which I have devoted you when between us still was nothing. I knew only one: I will necessarily present to its Alexey Alekseevichu on its birthday. Has simply pricked in heart — has jumped from bed at night (hour per two) and to the touch a pencil in a notebook nakarjabala: The spring has kindled winter a sugar candy By cheerful thaw in a palm it is flown down. I envy those who melancholy on spring Does not toil! I have written it chetverostishe after when I have learnt that you were born in April. There is in all this history something mystical and murashistoe. You represent, it was necessary for someone, that this poem has started to live the life much earlier our history. Probably, internally, that not noticing, I ripened, looked narrowly, opened, admired, frightened … in general, have fallen in love and in your gloomy caves the paradise have found. About caves I, of course, exaggerate — simply in you mine "I" live, and without you I any more I. Yes, zajakalas something! I want and I can make you happy! For the sake of it I also live! Only I ask you, do not laugh and do not accuse me of childishness and youthful maximalism! I am valid every day more and more I am dissolved in you … do not stop me! I wish to be yours! My love to you — a key with happiness, and this door we will open TOGETHER, and behind it for us waits … paradise. To lose it it is impossible — it in us … So, again I start to load you the filosofemami. Lyoshechka, liked mine! Remember always, that you for me AIR, to our first touch I died day by day fish in desert. Every morning woke up and understood, that again and again I die … That day — commemoration of one million part of soul. Near to you I regenerate: I am multiplied, instead of I share. And this mathematical paradise does an integral part of my life (a boring part: study, empty conversations with different people …) sweet because these minutes I think of you … in general, I do not cease to say to you thanks that you are, have appeared in my life, have entered into it and became it! Still slightly, and I absolutely will overflow banks of the thoughts, feelings … You excuse me, that I write such long letter … I like … I Wait and always (everyone sekundochku) I THINK of you! My, my, my, my … — opjanjajushche rings in my head. Really you mine?!!!!!!!!!! Alexey, Lyosha, Lyoshechka … I yours, to the atoms of soul, a skin, stones … Native and lovely Alina. Aline, on January, 29th, 23-29 (There are no words!) Alina, lovely, NATIVE (you should get used to this reference!) — at me, and the truth, is not present words. I am simply happy, that you are, that I have met you, that we TOGETHER, that I about you THINK, that you THINK of me, that tomorrow we, give the God, again we will touch to each other, to COMPREHEND each other, to MERGE, BE dissolved in each other, ljubit!!!!! See you, LIKED! AND. To mine Lyoshenke, on January, 30th, 0-30 (Quiet) Kind night, Alyoshenka! I hope, that at you at home that's all right. I miss and think. Your Alina. Aline, on January, 30th, 23-32 (Me snoshajut!) Smoke, where you? At me the mood — to be killed: me saw, abuse, plane and even, excuse, snoshajut for late arrival … At me melancholy! Yours I. P. S. I send you one of your last letters that you have seen pljusiki which whence at you from under hands jump out when you type-nastukivaesh the text. Pluses it is generally good! Pluses are in general well! (Filosofemy.) Whole innumerably! To mine Lyoshenke, on January, 31st, 12-49 (SHish) My surname Vetochkina, and I has broken off! Darling Lyosha! Your letter is not present till now! What, excuse, its electronic goat zazhilil?! Something is again created inexplicable! But I all the same will not cease to repeat to you, that I LIKE, I LIKE to madness! At all of us it will be good! And at you at home, I hope, too. Do not long! It would be desirable to lift (!!!!!) you mood, but I do not know as. To meet it does not turn out yet. But you do not worry, can, your message soon appears. A shameless Internet! Even it, incorrect, brings us! But anything, I while will taste pleasure: I wish to re-read you once again — my liked writer! Your Alina. To mine Lyoshenke, on January, 31st, 12-57 (Well at last!!!) Has just written you the letter and … bats! «At you 1 new message». I open — and there mine Lyoshechka: the message from yesterday. I would rain kisses on you, from all have hidden in a pocket — have carried away on a world's end and would LIKE you to umopomrachenija. I constantly think of you, can, though it will please mine Lyoshu — my asterisk! Your Darya Nikolavna (yes-yes, Nikolavna) — a radish!!! The darling my, unique-razedinstvennyj, spit you on red (excuse, that has turned out in an angrily way) — after all she too can be understood. Think that is fast we again we will meet, I will kiss you, I will embrace, I will tell, that was not present rodnee you in this world of the little man for the sake of which I open eyes in the morning and in general I live! I like you more lives! And pljusik is dots which at you are not distinguished. Also it turns out very much even symbolically: dots — an infinity sign, and pljusik — a sign on positive result, an estimation. Leaves, that eternity it is good! I congratulate you, Lyoshechka, and me, of course, — we have a future, and it is perfect. Here such here a conclusion! Such filosofemka it is pleasant to me! So I once again have proved to you: we are created for each other and at metaphysical level too. I like you even more! A situation critical — I start to be raised in all senses! I am disconnected. I send you ardent and naisladchajshy greetings!!! Your, your and more time yours Alinochka. To mine Lyoshenke, on January, 31st, 16-52 (Melancholy …) My darling, Lyoshechka! That will do!!! Rodstvennichki have got! Noise, din, empty conversations, toasts, words … I as though from other world, from other family, from other test … Probably, indeed. I sit at a table — only about you and I think. I kiss a ring and I recollect yesterday's evening (I admit, I yesterday for some reason at once have guessed, what you to me wish to present-put on a wedding ring, and — even first was frightened … of That? Itself I do not know. Now I yours okoltsovannaja!). Of each your section I think-dream. You all in me. Even when we not together, you, as a copy (silly and lifeless computer tracks), you are saved somewhere in me. Memory — unique paradise from which us cannot expel. Madly it would be desirable to see you. Really will last tomorrow so long-is infinite?! I pine. As you will leave in Pervoprestolnuju almost for a week. My darling! I like in infinite degree. Your Alina. To mine Lyoshenke, on January, 31st, 19-36 (Yes!!!!!!!!!!!) It agree, agree, agree! A lip even to itself has bitten, when has heard in a telephone tube your sweet offer!!! I agree! Before has come into the Internet, was going to to send you one more letter. I Send-attach. I agree! Ah, yes, I already wrote it! I am happy, darling Lyoshechka! I like! As you have written (me this phrase madly it is pleasant): «Close, native people live under the law of informed vessels …» I do not get tired to remind, that I THINK of you!!! Remember it always. Especially in Pervoprestolnoj! Yours … Aline, on January, 31st, 21-40 (Ynstruktsyy) Alyna, pasylaju paslednye ynstruktsyy a pas sekretnaj javke: we budem tomorrow azhidat you uzhe va kvartyre — it is equal at 14-00. Zvanit in zvanok try time. Yours, karasavytsa, a problem — ny apazdat. We vso has told!!! Aleksej. To mine Lyoshenke, on February, 1st, 0-07 (Still — yes-yes-yes!!!) My darling! Ask, order! All the tonic-will absorb! Yes, tomorrow at 14-00 in our house! The truth is a pity, that it is necessary to hurry. I am afraid, I will not have time to be reserved by you already for a week! I agree and madly glad to that I will see you, I will touch … P. S. Though someone, in my opinion, promised to call?! AND. To mine Lyoshenke, on February, 2nd, 22-07 (Letter-spleen) Hi, my lovely traveller! Perhaps in Moscow you nevertheless will find (and suddenly!) a small virtual world also you will find in the email-trunk a small part me. I do not wish to plant njuni, but to me it is madly cold without you! Warms unless thought that you too think of me, and we by an invisible radar communicate. After all so?! Today century T nevertheless has dragged-has enticed me in your office (has asked to help to water me flowers), and there so warmly! Probably, because there till now we: we kiss each other, we look in the face, we drink tea (coffee), we live the life! From this thought to me at once became so well on a shower, that I at all do not remember, about what Century T spoke. I remember only, that you idolised literally: with trembling fingered yours zanavesochku behind a case, salfetochki, in general, tried to be closer to you. A certain fetish-contact to you through your things. (It it is obvious in you it is enamoured!) And in this desire it is not lonely! Though I have something much bigger, than all is memoirs, your smell, books … By the way, about books! I think, that you will excuse me and will understand, but I have decided to start to read Dostoevsky seriously! About emotions in this occasion to speak while early, I know one: looking through the next page, I feel, that during these instants I with you, in your thoughts! Perhaps somewhere on metaparallels we are crossed! After all you know, that parallel lines are crossed! For certain you know! Necessarily you know! Because I have found you, and we and are the next parallels which necessarily SHOULD be crossed! And it happens and became the happiest day in my life! Once I have written: Secrets have not learnt our lips, To wait they for ever are doomed. Only in someone's list our destinies By sad comma are divided. Down with punctuation marks! We together! Former commas-complexes behind line which is called the past. Know, I am grateful to you for all: for every instant which you to me have presented! I thank! I think! Once again I thank! And whole, whole, whole. Alina who Would wait the for the Lyoshu one in a known city on the letter. To mine Lyoshenke, on February, 6th, 22-04 (Has waited!) Lyoshechka, the darling! My heart (and not only heart!) you has waited! Thanks you for TODAY!!! Alas, at me sensation, that at you at home not very well! Very much I want, that I was mistaken! (Has decided these lines to leave even after our telephone whispering.) Perhaps you will be warmed by my letter though it too has hung up a nose. I hope, that sometime you nevertheless will tell to me, looking in eyes, lips in lips, soul in soul, what while I only guess and I dream secretly. I in no event do not hurry you and I do not insist is should be natural and sincere from your party … Simply 99 % of my happiness without this one your percent seem such fragile and easy! Your Alina. Aline, on February, 6th, 22-40 (I you l …!) Alina, NATIVE! Your "mysterious" letter read, studied, investigated, perceived, analyzed, comprehended, digested … From road a head it is stale, but has understood, that you without me grieved (for it I praise, it to us ljubo!) also you wish to hear from me something SUPERIMPORTANT, SUPERGENTLE and SUPERINTIMATE … Well, I speak: I you l …! And in general, Alinka, well you! Well you believe a peel of words!?!? You know, that I LIKE you! Well to what to us of a word???? I LIKE. L-ju-b-l-ju!!! Whole, my pleasure! (Be going to erase my socks and, sorry, drawers.) To mine Lyoshenke, on February, 7th, 21-54 (Thanks!!!) You my depth! This evening — the best in new year (except January, 7th when I flied with happiness literally)! Today you have presented me the most expensive gift which I ever dreamt to receive — your love. Even the daddy (not mum, and the daddy that is surprising!) has noticed, that I am shone with happiness. Speaks: «That, poetic evening Serdechkinoj was such successful?» On what I have answered: «Yes, such I from it did not expect. Strongly, sincerely, poetic growth …» is felt do not laugh, me has broken through on such stream of compliments, yes so, that I even have changed opinion on Galina (and they are familiar with its "masterpieces"). I like you … It is ready to repeat one million times it! At all I do not like, and I breathe you. I inhale and think, that in each microscopic mote you, so, you always in me. And it not to take away. Fire with which not to extinguish with any vain winds inside burns. Tomorrow I will wake up and I will recollect, that you yesterday for the handle as the little girl with the big and pure eyes, waiting for miracles, has resulted me in a fairy tale, the best fairy tale. You have proved, that miracles are, and they around, in everything, it is necessary to see them only. I so was afraid, that I will lose you. Thought of it and went mad. Today you have presented to me the sky and wings. Dream to fly on the sky, wings — dream realisation. My dream has come true, I am happy. I feel now about what today to you spoke: to be a single whole (we) and to feel in this unity-merge-coauthorship own free I. I — a white bird, and you my sky. The friend without the friend — emptiness. Only together we — both a bud, and a stalk, flowers, live, reaching for light. I write all it now and to crying, really I cry (with happiness, certainly!). I smile, and tears have a rest in folds before the long journey to a chin so-called round lips. A word "inverted commas" for me a keyword (as you, probably, have already understood from my verses, I will remind one line: «to Unclench inverted commas shout art …»). My love to you zakavychena corners of my lips, a kiss unclenches them, and … I yours, you mine, we together, we are infinitely happy. Every day I will thank you for all it! THANKS!!! Everything, a hysterics: tears, laughter, happiness, pleasure … I Sit, I turn in an armchair, having embraced the knees. You at me are! You represent, YOU At me are! You understand, that I in the seventh sky! The thought, that you mine, splits me on thousand parts which turn to fluids and filter through walls, fly to you, can, a draught, can, a snowflake, that tear flows on your glass. I so wish to be with you, that I will simply jump out, probably, now from the skin and I parasitize the Internet the JA-virus of love — the most perfect and paradoxical virus in the world, thought up by the Lord the God, to bringing people only happiness. You know, when I have written the first poem on you-me-us «the Sixth day» (I think, you have understood, why the sixth day, is a day when the person), I has been created and did not assume, how much I perestrojus-will regenerate. Having changed e on yo is still florets, but that You my alchemist, I another it is exact. Liked, thanks you that you do me happy!!! I Embrace-kiss … Eyes, lips, a skin, soul … Everything, than the enamoured person can like-live. Always yours and only your Alina, the Smoke, the darling, native, pleasure and your happiness. I your references have listed all? Not important. It is important, that I yours: at home, at university, in the street — everywhere. Remember it, even then, when we sit next, but are compelled not to touch to each other, know, that everyone volosikom, a section I reach for you, as a flower to the sun! An ultimate goal of all my aspirations — your embraces. Only embracing, you give me yourself! Subtly, but in another way express the feelings I can not!!! I come back to the first phrase of the letter (even at the moment of a mental nirvana here mine koronnaja a ring composition here as here!). Now you understand, what you my depth?! I say a word, and you its continuation — an echo, depth … So a word start to live: at first it say, and then comes tjutchevskoe the future-development — as it will respond. You and I are a birth, we CREATE, we PROLONG-IS supplemented EACH OTHER!!! Madly I wish to talk now a sight to you! But I remember it, therefore I look now at you. You feel my warm touch? Your, your, your, always yours, only yours, it is unique yours, it is absolute yours … Look at the palms: in each section, a line, bugorke, a fold — I … I live in you, without you there is no also I! As I would like to shout for the whole world, that I LIKE!!! And my internal echo shouts, yes so, that tears are not kept … Again to crying. Excuse, but I can not constrain some tear. This happiness — to cry with happiness (happiness, happiness — this word impregnates I all!!!) I LIKE — I shout-shout-squeal it … the Room shivers my holding apart vseljubvi! Probably, and you hear it. For certain you hear. I LIKE-THINK-DREAM!!! J.Tochnee, I in you. Lyosha, I like you! Aline, on February, 7th, 22-30 (It is shaken!) Alina, lovely, native, dear and small mine!!! Words at me are not present. I read your words (not words is something already other-wordly, inexpressible!) also I understand, that it is not worthy such love. Excuse me!!! I thick-skinned, more roughly, easier, ustalee (?!) and, alas, more cynically, than the one whom you so uplift … But at the same time for one this letter I am ready to make for the sake of you any nonsenses … Like me, cry, THINK of me as I THINK of you INCESSANTLY! Necessarily dream me today — I ask! I. P. S. (In prose) I Ask: mark mails to me it is familiar "important" (as I — the button with an exclamation mark) that they appeared in the top of arrived mail. To mine Lyoshenke, on February, 7th, 23-12 (I Like …) Good night, liked mine! Liked with the most gentle skin (about your sincere skin thickenings and to hear I do not want)! I think of you and I wait tomorrow and this night! Your small! I like! I like!! I like!!! I like!!!! I like!!!!! I like!!!!!! I like!!!!!!! I like!!!!!!!!. |
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