Thursday, January 15, 2009

I Do Not Know That She Has Seen,

I do not know that she has seen, but for an instant our sights have faced, I have recoiled from a window, it was again floated-has begun to rock together with all and has disappeared behind trees. - It is possible to clean? - Pogodi, Petrovna, begin with that edge. - I did not know that to me to do with letters. - and, however, operate. Be healthy, I have gone. I have thrown a package with letters in the diplomat and have moved - not home, and to a public garden there at liberty to read them. I read this confession more than one and a half hours, and the uneasy thought all time sharpened me: I well will tell Anastass? If was late, why has not called?. About My God, yes I do not wish to say lies, I do not wish to live a double life have had suffered much already this poison! But it is necessary to read - letters tightened the sincerity, the frankness, force of the feeling and ability to express this feeling literally. I have involuntarily tested also deep respect for the owner of similar gift inaccessible to me.

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