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To my dearly beloved friend.

Здравствуй, Brad.

I`ve returned to you from Academgorodok.

I read your letter that was waiting for me for a week.

How wonderful to receive your letters.

I wonder again and again – is it really?

It seems to me that ability or possibility to wonder makes our life bearable, ne? Human needs something astonishing, surprising, – human lives by expectance of Wonder.

And if one hasn`t lost the ability to wonder, to amaze, to admire of – be it echo from nowhere, or dawn, or sunset, – life doesn`t lose the sense, ne?

I left my dipression. And dream again.

Today my big brother came to me and asked: `Is it true, that you have fallen in love with an american? You cannot find soviet? You`re crazy?`

He understand nothing. – Another matter my little brother. He writes me: `Lska (it`s my name in his interpretation), you are starry-eyed. I pray that you will be happy`. So it goes.

Yes, maybe, indeed I`m little crazy, unworldly, yet, it`s the better. Human must have `a little craze`, his own craze.

I read `I draw you close to me…` – dear Brad, I feel the warmth of your heart, your kiss touched me. Indeed, such amazing (such crazy), but maybe, it is my destiny to have fallen in love with `far-away star`, who mischievously smiles for me `from nowhere`, through a blanket of clouds. But clouds will have fled. I believe.

…Так, руки заложив в карманы,

Стою. Меж нами океан.

Над городом туман, туман.

Любви старинные туманы… (Цветаева )

…

You are my friend. You are my Wonder. The only one.

До свидания! With love.

P.S. I`ll not break our communication. I promise.

p.p.s. What of my picture hangs on your wall?