Letter(s) from Veronica Kupach to Michael (Germany)

Letter 1

I don't understand you. I know somebody from my country had offended you deeply. But it isn't my fault.
You had laid down me hard conditions and I have one wish – to spit upon everything and don't go to Kiev. I have no need that some Luba – quite strange for me person – persuades me. You don’t reply my email, WHY??? I don’t understand such communication via third persons.
I should have faith in you. And you, Michael, don't believe in me at all. So, where is the sense of all this in such a case? According to Luba's words you are going to buy wedding rings. It is instead of writing me "Come here, maybe we will not succeed with our relation - but let’s try to learn one other. Maybe you will like to live here with your son". You see I should leave my chld, to give up my work, and go to Kiev during 18 hours in dirty stinking car in order to let you know whether do they give me Visa or no? Excuse me – but it beats everything (it is too much!). I write you I need more (additional) $150 to go to Kiev (for Kiev) and it is necessary to solve problems with my work and my son – and you tell that Sasha and I would go to Kiev with $100. I am sorry, what is it?
I am sorry I cannot restrain myself and made present for myself and my Mom. I regret I had made it. And you say you could understand me if I spend $300 for my clothes – and you are not able to understand as it is possible to spend such money to buy laundry washer. And do you understand that my Mom have no wish to look after my son when I will go to Kiev and in Germany? I have great wish to go to Germany – but not the country is the main thing for me but the Man whom I go to. You see you had no faith in me just from the beginning. You are afraid to lose your money and I am afraid to go to the man who hasn't faith in me. Probably you hadn't find still Fiancee for yourself just because you frighten them off with your behaviour.
You could wait Sasha's visit to you, I hope he will like your hospitality.
With my best regards, Veronika.