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Letter(s) to Aaron (Canada)
Forgive, that I did not write to you the letter, I on work did not have opportunity. I am very pleased, that you have written to me. Many thanks. I like Your letters very much also wait for them every day.
Very strong sleet Today was at night. Sleet flew all Night for a long time. In the morning when I enter into street, I saw that all Foot pathes and roads completely are closed with reservoirs of water. But I like Such weather. When our city is covered with a veil of sleet, all people Gloomy and sad. It - is strange, but weather, so which influence on mood People. People do not notice beauty which has surrounded them. But only not I. In me such weather wakens the big energy and fine mood. I remember once After time I have suggested Elena to go, when in the street went a Sleet. But she is surprised,
spoke: " In the street pools, Sleet and wind. I - not a lunatic to go in such weather. I shall be Better sit at home and to watch TV. " Then I have told to my girlfriend That is necessary be capable to search for the positive moments in Negative. And necessary to be capable to enjoy, that you have now. I Have described to her sleet how I see it.
After she listened Me, we at once have left to go. I love all seasons.
I love autumn in Kazan. Yellow leaves, gold trees. So wonderfully enter Park and listen, as leaves rustle under legs, and to feel in air Smell of winter of arrival. And the clouds floating in the sky; and birds Leave to the warm bases. And at night the sky starts to shout.
The rain knocks on windows and roofs. The lightning shines for shares Second empty streets. It is fine. In such weather it would be Desirable to appear in a small room with a warm fireplace. Weak light and Singing of birds. And if a number will be beloved is will be Paradise. How you think Aaron? That can be finer than romantic evening In rainy day? I at all do not know, I love what season more. Just as all People, I wait within a summer in the winter, and in the summer I wait Winter. But all the same the Siberian winter is delightful. All world Around it is white. Only trees of fur with green clothes heat up a sight. And Falling of a snow bewitch. Especially in the evening.
Streams of light from a Window, and on a background of the black sky,
small snowflakes are similar Stars. If during this moment during long time you look at the sky is It seems, that you fly through these remarkable snowflakes to something The unknown person. I love spring in Kazan. The world as though it is given birth again. Air is filled with freshness. All troubles and refusals hew together With a snow.
Sounds of birds of the child singing for the first time. Summer - fine mood, desire to study the world to have rest and Enjoy a life. I feel that I speak a nonsense. Forgive to me. Simply now I have Romantic mood.
Aaron I want to divide with you a picture, but I hope this picture Will not offend you. You the first person who will see this picture. I hope You will not think, that I see off a dissolute life. In Russia each lady Dreams to do a similar picture. And many lady make such pictures only For itself. Sveta about which I have told to you, worked in a Photographic studio. She has made this picture. But I have not shown anybody it. But Elena has told to me, that it is beautiful also I should divide it with You Aaron. And I feel, that I am ready to make it.
Hi my friend, Aaron!!!!
I am very glad that you have written. Many thanks. You have again raised my mood and have placed a happy smile on my face.
Yesterday I have visited Elena in hospital. I have told to her Hi from you, I hope you not against it? Elena also has send Hi for you. By the way, she has told, that her quinsy has recovered already and tomorrow her will let off from hospital. I am very glad, that her health in norm now.
By the way Aaron, today I went to job being absolutely confident that you write to me today. Earlier I always went with an thought that you probably yet have not written, but today for the first time I went with an thought that your letter waits for me already. I went on the street and I smiled. I could not hide my smile. People which passed near to me looked back on me. Ladies in Russia smile rarely, because life is filled with different problems, cares, difficulties and obstacles. All this prevails over little fortunes which the lady has in her life. In Russia the lady stands on the same stair as the man already for a long time. She can do the same work as the man can. Very often In Russia the lady does the man's work - the heavy physical work. In the 19th century one Russian poet wrote about Russian woman: "Russian woman can enter in the burning house and she can stop frightened horse running towards her".
The only thing she lacks is simple warm and caress, which she wants to receive from a man. This is the problem of Russian men. The Russian lady does everything for the man but doesn't get anything from him. All what she needs is at least a couple of tender words and gentle touching of his hands. Is it really so difficult? Is it really difficult to present your lady a romantic evening and a supper with candles? In Russia as a rule such gift give lady for a man, but not a man for lady. When a woman carry heavy bags in the street no man will help her, he will only turn his look away and go farther. That's why the Russian lady never feels happy at her heart.
You say that I am beautiful. In Russia I am not considered like a beautiful lady. Russian men, practically all of them, usually treat to ladies disrespectfully. They consider that woman only have to work, to cook, to wash cloths and entertain the man when he wants. For the Russian man it is a usual thing to offend a woman. I like to cook and to wash cloths but sometimes I would like to receive simple caress, love and attention. I don't want to offend all the men. Of course there are good men in Russia, but there are few of them. Men frequently speak dirty words (not normative lexicon) when speak with lady and consider that in it there is nothing bad.
I had boyfriend. We had good time together. He was kind. But he liked to drink. When he got drunk he became an absolutely other person. He talked with me with bad and dirty words. The time passed and his love to alcohol became a habit. He became another person - rude and evil. Has taken a great interest in beating me, frequently struck and knocked me by hands and the next day he smiled and talked with me as if nothing had happened. I began to be afraid of him and I have left him. My soul was wounded very much. After this I couldn't make myself get acquainted with another man. Now I don't trust Russian men. I am afraid to give my love but get in lieu thereof the roughness.
If you have disagreements with lady, you can apply roughness?
Do you capable to transform quarrel into the peace, pleasure and a smile?
Elena still lays in hospital. To her it is already much easier. Her soon should discharge from hospital. I shall pass her hi from you, she too sends the hi to you. My full name is Vedernikova Natalia.