Hello, darling!
How are you there? How is your health? What's new with you?
Dear, I am writing you a letter. because I no longer found a way to express all my feelings and emotions. You know very well how long I have been waiting for a man like you, it is you who give me my dreams. I feel so inspired that any angel could envy me. Looking at your photo. my heart starts beating faster and faster every minute. It takes my breath away and gives me goosebumps all over my body. This is Love! I feel that you and I will be together. This is my wish, and I always make it!
Masya, I dream of the day when we will be alone with you. in the evenings I imagine how you take me to a wonderful place where everything exists only for the two of us. These hours will be the happiest and most beautiful for us. I want to plunge into your arms, forget about everything in the world and enjoy your presence…….
Darling. the only one, thank you for being with me. Only you can make my life for real happy. I love every cell of yours, every centimeter of your body, every smile, touch, look... I want you to look at me all my life, with your bottomless eyes! My happiness, my dear, my beloved, you are the most wonderful person, and wherever you are, whatever you do, may my love warm and protect you!
And most importantly, believe that no matter what happens, you are always in my heart. All my thoughts are only about you and about our life together with you. I so want you to be next to me always! I’ve already stopped thinking about what happened in the past, it’s as if it didn’t exist at all. I think only about the future, about our future with you! I never thought that it was possible to know someone so well and at the same time feel that there was so much that was still unsolved in this person. I have never met a person with whom hours flew by like minutes and I would never want to part with. so close and dear to me. like you, with whom it is so easy, cozy and calm. Kitten. How I want to feel the warmth of your hands, I so want to be with you as soon as possible.
I don't know why I wrote all this. maybe because I love you madly... I am constantly haunted by the feeling that I have known you all my life. You know, when I first saw you, I thought: will anything work out with you? As you can see, it worked! You are probably smiling now, I really love your smile. How it hurts in my heart that you are not around, my dear, I think about you all the time, I dream of only one thing - to see you quickly, to feel the taste of your lips, the tenderness of your hands, to look into your eyes. I believe we will definitely be together, because you want this too, I know! So everything is in our hands. Everything will be wonderful with us... I kiss you tightly, hug you, love you and wait...... Your girl.
P.S My dear, I’m always there... Even now, when there are kilometers of dull roads between us. I am with you - with every drop of rain that knocks on your window, I am with you - with every ray of sunshine that wakes you up in the morning, I am with you - with every gust of wind that brings long-awaited coolness at night... I believe you and know that we can overcome any difficulties.
My dear, the only one, thank you very much for what I have. Only you can make my life truly happy. I am ready to give everything in the world for your “I love you” and for you to be happy with me. Wherever you are, whatever you do, may my love protect you!
Thank you for your strength, your wisdom, your beauty and even harmfulness :) For the fact that with you I learned what REAL LOVE is... I am very glad that we met. For me now there is no greater happiness than to love you, to be loved by you. I'm terribly afraid of losing you and that's why sometimes (Maybe not sometimes:)) I act stupid. I want to see happiness in your eyes and know that you need me. I want you to trust me. My dear, please, let’s never quarrel or betray each other.
Beloved, We must understand each other, support and protect each other. You and I have been through a lot together, we still have a lot to do together. I love you, Radnulka, and I won’t give it to anyone :)!
I wanted to run away from you, rather I wanted to run away from myself... but I can't. I can’t forget you, my thoughts are all about you, I understand, I understand everything, but I don’t want it.
Every time I understand and catch myself thinking that I need to forget you. YOU, you, you... Everything is YOU. Do not need anything. Only you. I don't want to live, I don't want to breathe, I can't do this, I can't. YOU are my air, YOU are my life... YOU are everything to me...
At least this way, but this way you are a little closer. I know I'll never see you again. For you, I do not exist and never have existed. I know all this, but this is the only way I can communicate with you, only by melting, I can talk about my love, this is the only way I can love you, this is the only way you are mine. You know, you must feel me, me, who is no longer there, who was not there before you... was not before, no and after - you were there, I was there too... You disappeared, a month has passed, a lot of time has passed, an eternity has passed. Just not for me. I remember everything, I feel everything as if it was a second ago, you just went for coffee, or just got distracted to talk. Although an eternity has passed, everything has passed, more time has passed, much more, but for me you always sit next to me, you are nearby, you will always be nearby, even though you are not there. Let me go…
No, don't let go, you are everything to me, you are my life. I thought I wouldn't write anymore... but I can't. YOU are in everything, YOU are in me, YOU fill me completely. I am everything that now lives for you, only for you. Even if I never see you, know, at least just feel... I am always yours, and I will be everything for you.
It’s incredibly strange that you, or rather I, don’t see anyone other than you in people. I do not want it. I'm trying to find at least a pathetic likeness, a small copy of you, but which is not a bit like you, will never be even a little like you. Will never be the meaning of my life, will never be my soul, will never be life for me. I’m probably repeating myself, and you’re tired of it, although I know, I’m sure that you’ll never read this, you’re not there, you’re just fairy tale, invented by me... But this is the only way I talk to you.
You know how much I want you to be happy. Even here, “only in me,” I’m afraid to bore you, I’m afraid to be too frank, I’m afraid to seem annoying... Funny...
It’s funny even to me... Or rather, what’s left of me is funny to my body, since it cannot die along with the soul, with the soul that belongs only to you, which this body no longer has.
The only thing that stops me, stops my soul, is that I want, at least from a distance, at least for a moment, at least impulsively, to make your life a little brighter, even a drop, and I believe in this, this is the only hope, which still gives life to my body, no, rather not life, it gives it hope, boundless hope... fills it... Thank you...
I won't prove anything to you anymore. You yourself have the right to think as you see fit. I just want you to know, Sergei, I’m crazy about you, there’s no peace when you’re not around, I lose control of myself when we’re together. Having loved you, I found suffering... fear that haunts me... fear of losing you... I had many dreams, but I forgot everything as soon as you appeared, because you are my most important dream... the one that replaces all the others for me. I gave myself to you without reserve...
I don’t want you to let me go... I only need you... you are my beloved... I am completely yours... I am terribly sad without you, I don’t exist without you... Now you are my guardian, my angel, my passion... I so want to be with you ...completely in your power... Now I want to sit down next to you... kiss you... tenderly, tenderly... I want you madly... only you... I am waiting and will wait for that meeting, which is still so far away... Previously... I was afraid of time... that it is so fast is running, but now I really want it to pass quickly, so that you will appear in my eyes again... Just as good, just as beloved as in those days... that we spent together... Know that all the passion that was between us was her no one else... she is only for you... I love you madly...
I will never exchange you for a light flirtation...for a temporary infatuation...Your words about love for me cause a slight chill throughout my whole body...and I imagine as if it were you hugging me and gently whispering in my ear something that makes me want to rejoice... I put shackles on myself... I don’t need freedom... I only need you... and there is no room left in my head for others... all the principles that were there turned out to be just wind... wind in my thoughts... I replaced them... replaced them with you... I love you...
Hello my sweet lover.
You will probably be surprised to see this letter somewhere on the site... Yes, today many are so shy about beautiful love letters. No, I’m not afraid or ashamed of my feelings, I’m not ashamed to talk about love... And even if this letter falls into someone’s hands, someone decisively reads it, I won’t blush, no, I’ll even be pleased with the fact that my feelings will stir up the feelings of others...
My love letter is my love song to you, my dear beloved... I just really appreciate the feelings that you have for me, the awe that envelops you when you just think about me... Nowadays, it’s rare for anyone to love the way you know how to love You…
A letter to a loved one in separation is not just a letter, it is a dream and dreams, it is the belief that the separation will end, that you, my sweet and smart romantic, will one day open the door, call me tenderly, I will quietly come to you... And that’s all what was written in a letter to a loved one will actually happen...
I often imagine how you hold my letter near your face, how, after reading it, you take off your glasses, enjoy the smell of the lined sheet, slowly inhale its aroma: the aroma of a pen that left a mark on the paper... and the aroma of a hand that tenderly and tenderly traced these letters for you...
How precious is a letter to a loved one... Many have stopped keeping these magical messengers of love, but you and I keep, we keep not only letters, we also keep our feelings... We keep all this so that our son, after reading our correspondence, will read our soul ( after all, we put our soul into a love letter), knew how to write a love letter to his beloved...
The world, my dear, is so huge, it is impossible to travel around it even in a few months, and you and I keep our world in our warm hearts. I believe that our separation will not last long, that when you re-read my letter, you will remember my world, and when you come to me, you will give me your peace - a world of love, a world of tenderness, the peace of your trembling soul.
I impatiently seal my envelope, gently put it in the mailbox and imagine that very soon it will be in your hands... and you will dream about me, dream about our meeting.
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Famous letters famous people to your lovers. Over time, these letters became public, and we can find out not only how specific people wrote about love and confessed their feelings, but also how people of those times expressed their feelings in general, in what words, phrases... Today, in the era of the Internet and mobile communications The epistolary genre is dying out, but suddenly today you have the desire to write at least a note (on paper!), a short message to someone you care about. You might surprise yourself what you are capable of. In the meantime, you can learn this from famous people.
Denis Diderot - Sophie Volant
I cannot leave without saying a few words to you. So, my darling, you expect a lot of good things from me. Your happiness, even your life depends, as you say, on my love for you! Fear nothing, my dear Sophie; my love will last forever, you will live and be happy. I have never done anything wrong before and I do not intend to set foot on this road. I am all yours - you are everything to me. We will support each other in all the troubles that fate may send us. You will ease my suffering; I will help you with yours. I can always see you as you were recently! As for me, you must admit that I remain the same as you saw me on the first day of our acquaintance. This is not only my merit, but for the sake of justice I must tell you about it. Every day I feel more alive. I am confident in your loyalty and appreciate your virtues more and more every day. I am confident in your constancy and appreciate it. No one's passion had greater grounds than mine. Dear Sophie, You are very beautiful, aren't you? Watch yourself - see how it suits you to be in love; and know that I love you very much. This is a constant expression of my feelings. Good night my dear Sophie. I am as happy as only a man can be who knows that he is loved by the most beautiful of women.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Constanze
Dear little wife, I have several instructions for you. I beg you:
- don't fall into melancholy
- take care of your health and beware of the spring winds,
- don’t go for a walk alone - or better yet, don’t go for a walk at all,
- be completely confident in my love. I write all my letters to you with your portrait in front of me,
- and in the end I ask you to write me more detailed letters.
I really want to know if brother-in-law Hofer came to visit us the day after I left? Does he often come as he promised me? Do the Langes come in sometimes? How is work on the portrait progressing? How do you live? All this, naturally, interests me extremely. I beg you to behave in such a way that neither your nor my good name is damaged, and also take care of your appearance. Don't be angry with me for asking this. You should love me even more because I care about our honor.
Victor Hugo - Adele Foucher
A few words from you, my beloved Adele, changed my mood again. Yes, you can do whatever you want with me. And tomorrow I will certainly die if the magical sound of your voice and the tender touch of your adored lips do not breathe life into me. With what conflicting feelings I went to bed! Yesterday, Adele, I lost faith in your love and called for the hour of death.
I said to myself: “If it is true that she does not love me, if nothing in me could deserve the blessing of her love, without which my life would lose its attractiveness, is this not a reason to die? Should I live only for my own personal happiness? No; my entire existence is dedicated to her alone, even against her wishes. And by what right did I dare to covet her love? Am I an angel or a deity? I love her, it's true. I am ready to gladly sacrifice to her whatever she desires—everything, even the hope of being loved by her. There is no greater devotion in the world than mine towards her, to her smile, to one of her glances.
But can I be different? Isn't she the goal of my whole life? If she shows indifference to me, even hatred, it will be my misfortune, the end. But won't this harm her happiness? Yes, if she is unable to love me, I have only myself to blame. My duty is to follow on her heels, to be next to her, to serve as a barrier to all dangers, to serve as a saving bridge, to stand tirelessly between her and all sorrows, without demanding any reward, without expecting any gratitude.She will only give endless happiness if she sometimes deigns to cast a pitying glance at her slave and remembers him in a moment of danger! Like this! If she only allows me to put my life on foreseeing her every desire, fulfilling all her whims. If she will only allow me to kiss respectfully her delicious marks; if she at least agrees to lean on me in difficult moments of life. Then I will have the only happiness I strive for.
But if I'm willing to sacrifice everything for her, should she be grateful to me? Is it her fault that I love her? Should she feel that she is obligated to love me? No! She may laugh at my devotion, accept my services with hatred, repulse my worship with contempt, without for a moment having the right to complain about this angel; there will be no moral right to withhold my generosity towards her, a generosity which she disdains. Every day of mine must be marked by the sacrifice made to her, and even on the day of my death my unpaid debt to her will not disappear.”These are the thoughts, my beloved Adele, that came to me last night. Only now they are mixed with the hope of happiness - such great happiness that I cannot think about it without trembling.
Is it true that you love me, Adele? Tell me and I will believe in this amazing idea. You don't think that I will go crazy with joy, throwing my life at your feet, confident that I will make you as happy as I am happy, confident that you will admire me just as I admire you ? ABOUT! Your letter restored peace in my soul, your words spoken this evening filled me with happiness. A thousand thanks, Adele, my beloved angel. If only I could prostrate myself before you as before a deity! What happiness you brought me! Farewell, I will spend a wonderful night dreaming about you.
Sleep well, let your husband take the twelve kisses that you promised him, in addition to those that have not yet been promised.
Beethoven to his Beloved
Even in bed my thoughts fly to you, my Immortal Love! I am filled with either joy or sadness in anticipation of what fate has in store for us. I can either live with you or not live at all. Yes, I decided to wander away from you until I am able to fly and throw myself into your arms, feel you completely as mine and enjoy this bliss. It should be. You will agree to this, because you do not doubt my loyalty to you; never will another take possession of my heart, never, never. Oh, God, why part with what you love so much!
The life I lead now in V. is hard. Your love makes me both happier and the most unfortunate person. At my age, some monotony and stability of life are already required, but are they possible in our relationship? My angel, I just found out that the mail leaves every day, I have to finish so that you receive the letter as soon as possible. Be calm; be calm, love me always.
What a passionate desire to see you! You are my Life - my Everything - goodbye. Love me as before - never doubt the fidelity of your loved one
A.
Forever yours
Forever mine
We are ours forever.Jack London - Anne Stransky
Dear Ann:
Did I say that all people can be divided into species? If I did, then let me clarify - not all. You're slipping away, I can't classify you into any species, I can't figure you out. I can boast that out of 10 people I can predict the behavior of nine. Based on words and actions, I can guess the heart rate of nine out of ten people. But the tenth is a mystery to me, I am in despair because it is beyond me. You are this tenth.
Has it ever happened that two silent souls, so different, were so suited to each other? Of course, we often feel the same, but even when we feel something differently, we still understand each other, even though we do not have common language. We don't need words spoken out loud. We are too incomprehensible and mysterious for this. The Lord must be laughing, seeing our silent action.
The only glimmer of common sense in all of this is that we both have wild temperaments, enormous enough that we could be understood. True, we often understand each other, but with elusive glimpses, vague sensations, as if ghosts, while we doubt, are haunting us with their perception of the truth. And yet I dare not believe that you are the tenth person whose behavior I cannot predict.
Am I difficult to understand now? I don't know, maybe that's true. I can't find a common language.
A huge temperament is what allows us to be together. For a second, eternity itself flashed in our hearts and we were drawn to each other, despite the fact that we are so different.
Do I smile when you get excited? This smile that can be forgiven is no, it is an envious smile. I lived in a depressed state for 25 years.
I've learned not to admire. This is a lesson that cannot be forgotten. I'm starting to forget, but that's not enough. IN best case scenario, I hope that before I die I will forget everything, or almost everything. I can already rejoice, I am learning this little by little, I rejoice in little things, but I cannot rejoice in what is in me, in my innermost thoughts, I cannot, I cannot. Am I being unclear? Can you hear my voice? I'm afraid not. There are many hypocritical posers in the world. I'm the most successful of them all.
Napoleon Bonaparte to Josephine
There wasn't a day that I didn't love you; There wasn’t a night that I didn’t squeeze you in my arms. I don’t drink a cup of tea so as not to curse my pride and ambitions, which force me to stay away from you, my soul. In the midst of service, standing at the head of an army or checking camps, I feel that my heart is occupied only by my beloved Josephine. She deprives me of reason, fills my thoughts. If I move away from you at the speed of the Rhone, it only means that I may soon see you. If I get up in the middle of the night to sit down to work, it’s because this way I can bring the moment of returning to you closer, my love. In your letter dated 23 and 26 vantose, you address me as “you”. "You"? Oh, damn! How could you write something like that? How cold it is!..
…Josephine! Josephine! Do you remember what I once told you: nature has rewarded me with a strong, unshakable soul. And she sculpted you from lace and air. Have you stopped loving me? Forgive me, love of my life, my soul is breaking.
Mark Twain - Livy
Livy, my dear, today we spent six hours in a row climbing up and down steep hills, with muddy and wet boots, in the rain, which did not stop for a minute, with a joyful whoop. All the way I was as cheerful and fresh as a lark, and arrived at the place without the slightest feeling of fatigue. We washed ourselves, drained the water from our boots, ate, undressed and went to bed for two and a half hours while our clothes and equipment dried and our boots were also cleaned. Then we put on some more warm clothes and went to the table.I've made some nice English friends and I'll see them tomorrow in Zermatt.
I collected a small bouquet of flowers, but they withered. I sent you a full box of flowers last night from Lukerbad.I have just sent a telegram asking you to telegraph the family news to me in Rifel tomorrow. I hope you are doing well and having as much fun as we are. I love you, my heart, you and the children. Give my love to Clara Spalding, and also to the children.
Charles Darwin to Emma Wedgwood
I can't tell you how much pleasure I got from visiting the Maers. I looked forward to a future serene life: I really hope that you can be as happy as me. But when I think about it, it scares me that you are not used to this lifestyle. This morning I was thinking about how it happened that happiness, silence, and solitude have such a beneficial effect on me, a sociable and purely rational person. The explanation, I think, is quite simple, and I mention it because it will give you hope that in time I will become less uncouth and rude.
It’s all because of the five years of my journey (and, of course, the last two years), which, one might say, became the beginning of my real life. Despite the active lifestyle I led there - admiring unprecedented animals, traveling through wild deserts or impenetrable forests, walking along the deck of the old Beagle in the night - the only real pleasure that came to me was what was happening in my head. Forgive my selfishness, I am talking about this in the hope that you will ennoble me, teach me to find happiness not only in constructing theories and comprehending facts in silence and solitude.
My dearest Emma, I fervently pray that you will never regret anything, and I will add one more thing - you will receive on Tuesday: my dear future wife, may God bless you...
The Lyells came in after church today; Lyell is so busy with geology that he needs relief; as guest of honor I have lunch with them on Tuesday. Today I was a little ashamed of myself, we talked for about half an hour and all about geology, and poor Mrs. Lyell sat next to me, like a monument embodying patience. Perhaps I should practice communicating with the female sex, although I did not notice that Lyell felt any remorse. I hope to strengthen my conscience over time: few husbands seem to find this difficult.
After returning, I looked into our living room several times, as you will readily believe. I guess my taste in color is already ruined, since I claim that the room looks less ugly. I had so much fun being in the house that I probably looked like an overgrown child captivated by a new toy. But still I am not quite a child, since I passionately desire to have a wife and a friend.
Honore de Balzac to Countess Evelina Ganskaya
How I would like to spend the day at your feet; laying his head on your lap, dreaming about the beautiful, sharing his thoughts with you in bliss and rapture, and sometimes not speaking at all, but pressing the hem of your dress to his lips!.. Oh, my love, Eve, the joy of my days, my light in the night, my hope, admiration, my beloved, precious, when will I see you? Or is this an illusion? Have I seen you? Oh Gods! How I love your accent, barely perceptible, your kind lips, so sensual - let me tell this to you, my angel of love.
I work day and night to come and stay with you for two weeks in December. On the way, I will see the Jura Mountains covered with snow, and I will think about the snowy whiteness of my beloved’s shoulders. Oh! Inhaling the aroma of hair, holding your hand, squeezing you in my arms - that’s where I get my inspiration from! My friends are amazed at the indestructibility of my willpower. Oh! They do not know my beloved, the one whose pure image nullifies all the grief from their bilious attacks. One kiss, my angel, one slow kiss, and good night!
Catherine the Great to Prince Grigory Potemkin
November 15, 1789
Drug m oh dear, Prince Grigory Alexandrovich. It’s not for nothing that I love you and favor you, you completely justify my choice and my opinion of you; You are by no means a braggart, and you fulfilled all the assumptions, and taught the Tsars’ men to defeat the Turks; God helps and blesses you, cover you with glory, I am sending you the laurel crown that you deserve (but it is not ready yet); Now, my friend, I ask you, do not be arrogant, do not be proud, but show the world the greatness of your soul, which is as non-arrogant in happiness as it is not despondent in failure. Il n’y a pas de douceur mon ami que je ne voudrais vous dire: Vous etes charmant d’avoir pris Benders sans qu’il en aye coute un seul homme.
Your diligence and work would increase my gratitude if it were not already such that it could no longer increase. I ask God to strengthen your strength; I was very worried about your illness, however, having not had letters from you for more than two weeks, I thought that I was messing around around Bendery, or started peace negotiations. Now I see that my guess was not without foundation. I will be impatiently awaiting Popov's arrival; rest assured that I will do everything possible for the generals entrusted to your army, evenly for the troops: their labors and zeal deserve it. As soon as I receive the promised note about the Tsar’s awards, I will tell you my opinion.
I am curious to see the letters of the Volos ruler and the former captain-pasha about the truce and your answers; all this already has the smell of the world, and is therefore non-repulsive. The plan for Poland, as soon as I receive it, I will consider it and will leave you with a decisive answer as soon as possible. In Finland, it is extremely necessary to change the boss; you cannot rely on the current one for anything; I myself was forced to send salt from here to Neishlot, because people are without salt in the fortress; I ordered the meat to be given to the people, and he delivered the meat to Vyborg, where the meat rotted without use; will not decide on anything; in a word, he is incapable of leadership, and under him the generals play pranks and intrigue, but don’t do things when it’s appropriate; From this you can judge how many changes need to be made there. I granted the young man you sent me a colonel and adjutantship for the good news. L'enfant* trouve que Vous avez plus d'esprit et que Vous etes plus amusant et plus aimable, que tous ceux qui Vous entourent; mais sur cegi gardez nous le secret car il ignore que je sais cela; they are extremely grateful for your very affectionate reception; Their brother Dimitri marries Vyazemsky’s third daughter.
Alexander Griboyedov - Nina Chavchavadze
Darling. Tomorrow we leave for Teiran, which is four days' drive from here. Yesterday I wrote to you with one of our subjects, but then I calculated that he would not reach you before twelve days, also to Mme Macdonald, you will receive my envelopes together. My priceless friend, I feel sorry for you, I couldn’t be more sad without you. Now I truly feel what it means to love. Before, I parted with many, to whom I was also deeply attached, but a day, two, a week, and the melancholy disappeared, now the further away from you, the worse. Let’s endure a few more, my Angel, and we will pray to God so that after that we will never be separated again.The prisoners here drove me crazy. Some are not extradited, others themselves do not want to return. For them, I lived here for nothing, and completely for nothing.
Our house is magnificent and cold, there are no fireplaces, and all our heads are dry from our barbecues. Yesterday I was treated to a treat by the local Vizier, Mirza Nebi, who married the daughter of the local Shahzada, and the wedding feast lasts fourteen days, in a huge courtyard there are several rooms in which refreshments, delicacies, dinner, the whole courtyard is covered with a vast canvas canopy, like a tent, and richly lit, in the middle is the Theater, different views, like those that you and I saw in Tabriz, there were about five hundred guests around, the young man himself appeared to me in rich attire.
However, darling, our wedding was more fun, although you are not Shahzada’s daughter, and I am an ignorant person. Do you remember, my invaluable friend, how I wooed you, without intermediaries, there was no third party. Do you remember how I kissed you for the first time, we quickly and sincerely got together, and forever. Do you remember the first evening, how your mother and grandmother, and Praskovya Nikolaevna were sitting on the porch, and you and I were in the back of the window, how I pressed you, and you, darling, blushed, I taught you how to kiss harder and harder. And then I returned from the camp, fell ill, and you visited me. Darling!..When I come back to you! You know how scared I am for you, it still seems to me that the same thing will happen to you again as two weeks before I left. The only hope is that Derejana sleeps lightly at night and won’t leave your side. Kiss her, darling, and tell Philip and Zachary that I thank them for your letter. If you are happy with them, then I will be able to make them happy too.Just now I examined the local city, the rich mosques, the bazaar, the caravanserai, but everything is in ruins, like the local State in general. Next year, we will probably drive through these places together, and then everything will seem better to me.
Goodbye, Ninochka, my little angel. Now it’s 9 o’clock in the evening, you’re probably going to bed, but I’ve already had insomnia for the fifth night. The doctor speaks from coffee. But I think for a completely different reason. The courtyard in which the wedding is celebrated is not far from my bedroom, they sing, make noise, and I not only don’t feel disgusted, but even by the way, at least I don’t feel completely alone. Farewell, my priceless friend once again, bow to Agalobek, Montis and others. I kiss you on your lips, chest, arms, legs and all of you from head to toe.Tomorrow is Christmas, congratulations to you, my dear darling. It’s my fault (myself and my body is to blame) that you spend this big holiday so boringly, in Tiflis you would be having fun. Farewell, my all bow to you.
Love letters of Alexander Pushkin to Natalia Goncharova
Moscow, in March 1830 (Chernovoe, in French.)
Today is the anniversary of the day I first saw you; this day... in my life...
The more I think, the more convinced I am that my existence cannot be separated from yours: I was created to love you and follow you; all my other concerns are nothing but delusion and madness. Far from you, I am haunted by regrets about the happiness that I did not have time to enjoy. Sooner or later, however, I will have to give up everything and fall at your feet. The thought of the day when I will be able to have a piece of land in... alone smiles at me and revives me in the midst of heavy melancholy. There I will be able to wander around your house, meet you, follow you...
I'm going to Nizhny, without confidence in my fate. If your mother has decided to annul our wedding, and you agree to obey her, I will subscribe to all the motives that she pleases to give me, even if they are as thorough as the scene she made to me yesterday, and the insults, with which she pleased to shower me. Maybe she's right, and I was wrong to think for one minute that I was created for happiness. In any case, you are completely free; As for me, I give you my word of honor to belong only to you, or never to marry.
A.P.
IN Travel to Moscow is prohibited, and now I’m locked up in Boldin. In the name of heaven, I pray, dear Natalya Nikolaevna, write to me, despite the fact that you don’t want to write. Tell me where are you? Have you left Moscow? Is there a roundabout way that could lead me to your feet? I have completely lost my courage, and I really don’t know what to do. It’s clear that this year (damn it!) our wedding will not happen. But isn't it true, you left Moscow? Voluntarily exposing oneself to danger amid cholera would be unforgivable. I know well that they always exaggerate the picture of its devastation and the number of victims; a young woman from Constantinople once told me that only la canaille dies of cholera - all this is beautiful and excellent; but it is still necessary for decent people to take precautions, since this is what saves them, and not their elegance or their good manners. So, you are well protected from cholera in the village, aren’t you?
Send me your address and your health newsletter! We are not surrounded by quarantines, but the epidemic has not yet penetrated here. Boldino looks like an island surrounded by rocks. No neighbor, no book. The weather is terrible. I spend my time scribbling paper and getting angry. I don’t know what’s going on in this world, or how my friend Polignac is doing. Write to me about this, since I don’t read magazines at all. I become a complete idiot: as they say - to the point of holiness. What is grandfather and his copper grandmother? Both are alive and well, aren't they? In front of me now geographic map; I’m wondering how I can take a detour and come to you through Kyakhta or Arkhangelsk? The fact is that for a friend seven miles is not a detour; and going straight to Moscow means seven miles of jelly (and what kind of jelly! Moscow!). These are truly bad jokes. Je ris jaune, as the Poissards say. Farewell. Throw me at your maman's feet; my heartfelt greetings to the whole family. Goodbye my lovely angel. I kiss the tips of your wings, as Voltaire said to people who were not worth you.
Leo Tolstoy - Sophia Burns
Sofya Andreevna, it’s becoming unbearable for me. For three weeks I say every day: today I will say everything, and I leave with the same melancholy, repentance, fear and happiness in my soul. And every night, as now, I go over the past, suffer and say: why didn’t I say, and how, and what would I say. I am taking this letter with me to give it to you, if again I can’t, or if I don’t have the courage to tell you everything. Your family's false view of me is that it seems to me that I am in love with your sister Lisa. It's not fair. Your story stuck in my head because, after reading it, I was convinced that I, Dublitsky, should not dream of happiness, that your excellent poetic demands of love... that I do not envy and will not envy the one you love. It seemed to me that I could rejoice in you as in children.
In Ivitsy I wrote: “Your presence reminds me too vividly of my old age, and it’s you.” But both then and now I lied to myself. Even then, I could have cut it all off and gone back to my monastery of solitary work and passion for work. Now I can’t do anything, but I feel like I’ve made a mistake in your family; that the simple, dear relationship with you, as a friend, an honest person, is lost. And I can’t leave and I don’t dare stay. You are an honest man, hand on heart, slowly, for God’s sake, slowly, tell me what should I do? What you laugh at, you work at. I would have died laughing if a month ago they had told me how much I was suffering, and how happily I was suffering this time.Tell me, as an honest man, do you want to be my wife? Only if with all your heart, you can boldly say: yes, otherwise it’s better to say: no, if you have a shadow of self-doubt. For God's sake, ask yourself well. I will be scared to hear: no, but I foresee it and will find the strength to bear it. But if I am never loved by my husband the way I love, it will be terrible!
Hello, sunshine! For a long time I could not decide to write you this letter... I simply did not have the courage to remind you of my existence. Maybe I’m writing to you in vain now, but I can’t stand it anymore... The fire of my love for you is becoming stronger and stronger, and it’s already starting to burn my heart. I miss and suffer from loneliness... because you are not around... because you are so far from me, and I am from you! This distance creates a very big barrier in our relationship... I don’t know how to fix it, but I know that my love for you will never subside! I will fight my way through these hundreds of kilometers and find you; I'll take you with me!
I’m not sure if you have the same feelings for me as I do for you, but I know that you haven’t forgotten that summer evening...
I'm sad again
I'm sad immensely
Love burns inside me
And it’s not typical for me to burn...
I melt warmth and affection,
I want to drink all your tenderness,
Now I don't live in paradise at all,
And just thinking about you makes me soar into the skies!
I'm trying to eat, I'm trying to drink,
Keeping your wondrous image in my soul,
And it’s very difficult to live in the world,
After all, in life I am so naive...
You fly here and there
And you don't let my dreams come true;
You don't answer my poems,
And it’s not possible to open up to my feelings.
Now I have decided:
“I pray! Look into me! Open the poet’s soul!”
I'm only doing this for you
So that you understand and think: “It’s not all for nothing!”...
You know, I miss you so much... Lately something has been happening to me, I am changing and I see these changes myself. Sometimes it happens get so lonely- even the howl of a wolf. And I want it so bad see you, hug and kiss you. Your image swirls before my eyes every split second; thoughts of you never leave my head. Sometimes it happens that all evening in my head there is only...
Even though we see each other every day, I miss you I miss you so much. I really miss those summer evenings that we had this year; those cold spring days that forced us tremble in the arms each other. We, of course, warmed ourselves from love, but the very feeling of coldness and adoration made me look at the world with different eyes... Through the eyes of young people romantics who always want to be together. We grow up, but this look still remains with us, not trying to go away and leave us. We change: we get smarter, we learn to live like adults (although it doesn’t work out very well...). All changes do not pass without leaving a trace, although it may be so implicit, so small, but no less beautiful compared to other changes. Most of them appear with the help of school, this large and boundless knowledge base, from which sometimes our heads already begin to hurt... And sometimes, because of it, we cannot enjoy each other's hugs… can not cuddle up to each other and feel so in love and content... Now school takes up much more time than last year. Already now we can feel the pressure of knowledge that we must obtain.
I don’t know what will happen next, because every week it becomes more and more difficult, more and more difficult to understand what the teachers are “pushing” into you. But I know for sure that no matter what happens, I will not move away from you, I will not leave you and I will not let you go. I'll be there all the time, I'll be there help in difficult times And cheer up in a sad moment.
Thank you for existing!
Here I am at home... I walked all the way and couldn’t understand what the the feeling warms me from the inside, whose heat envelops me completely. Never before have I I didn't feel anything like it; so joyful, kind, saturated with the brightest rays of love, adoration and romance. These feelings are still in me now. It seems that you feel all of yourself, every part of your body and soul, but something inside is not right...
Something new and unusual has appeared pure and reverent feeling in the chest. It doesn't let you forget this most beautiful evening, and it’s impossible to forget this. It would seem like a simple evening with my beloved the girl behind the monitor screen, but this is not at all true. The evening was very amazing and superb. When we lay and watched the movie “50 First Dates,” your love permeated my body, seeped between every thread of clothing, every tissue of my body and went straight to my heart. I felt all your breaths, all freezing at intriguing moments in the film. We rejoiced for the heroes of the film, because everything is over for them in the best possible way. Even if not by something that could happen and upset the entire balance of sincerity and semi-tragicness of the film...
This evening I felt new sensations unknown to me, filled with all the best in the world. And all because you were nearby, and you were so beautiful in his usual home attire. I would really like you to feel tonight what I felt. And I would like to give give you a piece of mine unearthly feeling, and quietly say in your ear: “ Lynx, I LOVE YOU!!!».
The message Johnny Cash wrote to his wife June Carter has been hailed as the most beautiful love letter of all time.
The letter was written in 1994. So the “man in black” congratulated his wife on her 65th birthday, which earned her the majority of votes in the British Beagle Street questionnaire for the most beautiful love letter, on the eve of Valentine’s Day.
Happy Birthday, Princess. We are getting old and getting used to each other. We think alike. We read each other's thoughts. We know what we want without a single question. Sometimes you're a little annoying. Sometimes we take each other for granted. But sometimes, like today, I think about everything and it becomes clear how lucky I am to have spent my entire life with the best woman that I've ever met. You still fascinate and inspire me. Your influence makes me a better person. You are the object of my desires and main reason why I exist. I love you.
Happy Birthday, Princess
Other letters also include letters written by Winston Churchill, John Keats, Ernest Hemingway and Beethoven.
Letter from Winston Churchill to his wife Clementine (1935)
“My dear Climmie, in your letter from Madras you wrote words that touched me, about how much I have enriched your life. I cannot describe to you how happy I am, because if there were accounts of love, you would always have must".
Letter from John Keats to Fanny Brown (1819)
“I can’t exist without you. I forgot about everything else and just want to see you again. My life stops at this moment. I don’t see further. You swallowed me up.”
Letter from Ernest Hemingway to Marlene Dietrich (1951)
“I can tell you that every time I hug you, I feel like I’m home.”
Napoleon and Josephine (1796)
“Since I left you, I have been constantly depressed. My luck is next to you. I repeatedly relive the memories of your touches, tears, your closeness. The flame of the incomparable Josephine’s charm constantly burns and shines in my heart.”
Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor (1964)
"My blind eyes are constantly waiting for you. You, of course, do not know that you are always breathtakingly beautiful, and that you in an unusual way acquired a special and dangerous charm."
King Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn (1527)
“I want to know your intentions regarding our love. I must receive this answer because for more than a year I have been wounded by the arrow of love, and I still don’t know whether I will disappear or find a place in your heart.”
Beethoven's letter to the mysterious "Immortal Love"
“And while I lie in bed, my thoughts reach out to you, my Immortal Love, here and there it’s fun, then sad again, waiting for fate to see if she will listen to us. I can live only with you or not live at all without you".
Letter from Gerald Ford to Betty Ford shortly after she was diagnosed with breast cancer (1974)
"There are no written words that can express my deep, deep love. I know how amazing you are and we, children and father, will try to be strong like you. Our faith in you and God will sustain us. Our shared love is eternal ".
Jimi Hendrix to his "girlfriend" (date unknown)
"Happiness is in you. So, throw off the chains from your heart and grow like the sweet flower that you are. I know the answer, just spread your wings and be free."
Love letters to a girl
Letter to my beloved girl
It's difficult for me to love you. Indescribable feelings you brought into my soul. Your unexpected arrival into my life brought a bouquet of fantastic emotions into my heart. Now you are not around, but I know you feel my warming love for you. Teaching a person to dream again is not given to everyone. You did it. And I am again in a fairy tale, beckoning into the distance and frightening with its beauty... You are not a desire, but an opportunity to find yourself. Only with the advent of you, I was able to be reborn and understand who I am. Only you helped me become independent of my desires. My heart has learned to endure. Endure fire, flaring feelings and overwhelming emotions. Having gone through darkness, through the jungle of evil and the desert of suffering, I found light in my soul. Your harmony. I won’t give you to anyone now and I won’t let anyone take you away. But I’ll let you go if she wants to leave... I can give my life to you, but I’m afraid that you will throw it into the sky, bottomless and too spacious for one human life. I'm afraid that she will not return to me anymore, and I will only exist, and not live... You have become an angel in my life!..
Letter to my beloved girl
I want to thank you for appearing in my life. For leaving so many pleasant, beautiful memories and emotions. For giving me so much affection, warmth, care. Here's to wonderful nights. In the minutes when I was nearby. For your smile. For the kind words. For all the good things that happened between us.
I'm sincerely sorry that I couldn't appreciate this in time...
Only now (or rather after the May conversation), realizing that I was losing you, I realized how dear you are to me. Only now I realized that you are exactly the person with whom I am ready to go through my life path to end. That you are exactly the one with whom I want to raise our children (lately I have been haunted by an illusion - I see you with a belly, and next to me I am kneeling and leaning my cheek against the baby, stroking my belly gently with my hands. I see this picture constantly and that’s why my heart begins to ache). That you are exactly the one to whom I want to give my affection and warmth, whom I want to take care of. It is you and our little ones that I want to make happy,
Letter to my beloved girl
My girl, I feel for you an incredibly great and truly wonderful feeling, without which a person cannot live, but simply exists - this is love. You are everything to me and even more, you are the one for whom I began to live and breathe.
I love you and will love you forever!
Letter to my beloved girl
We found each other among a million, and now we are two halves of one big heart.
If you don't think so, then I won't be able to live anymore, because my heart can't beat only half...
Letter to my beloved girl
I love you madly, from the first time you looked into my eyes...
You are the one who gave me the best feelings. I didn’t have such feelings, but I was waiting, searching... and then the moment came... you appeared!
I love you more than life!..
Sometimes it seems as if my love is so great that your love is not even noticeable... But I know that you love me! You give me joy and fill my life with meaning!
I really want to shout to the whole wide world that I LOVE YOU!!!
Letter to my beloved girl
You are the most dear person to me! I love you with all my heart and cannot live without you! I am ready to share both grief and joy with you! I am ready to go even to the ends of the world, if only you were next to me!
Letter to my beloved girl
My beloved and dearest in the world!
You are the most beautiful, and I am very happy that I have you! You know that I love you, I have already told you this many times, but I want everyone to know about it. We found out that I love you madly, and I don’t doubt my feelings at all, I value you very much! You are the most dear person to me in this world!
You suddenly appeared in my life, and this feeling arose so suddenly and grew into boundless love for you!
I really understand that I can no longer live without you, I don’t need anyone except you and no one can replace you!
My heart forever belongs only to you. Only with you am I truly happy and only with you do I always want to be!**
Letter to my beloved girl
There is a lot I want to say. Even more is left unsaid. Something that can only be felt, something that the best writer cannot convey in words. Feel like the touch of your lips, like the touch of silky skin, a feeling that pierces the soul and leaves a deep trace of sweet memories, anticipation of wonderful sensations and an anxious heartbeat. Like a whirlwind of images into which you slowly plunge, wanting to save every second, extend it into eternity, and not wait for the end of the elements of feelings. Save it like gold, like the most valuable gift, keep in memory eternity that protects you. And never betray what is sacred for two in their little world of oblivion and joy.
Letter to my beloved girl
I miss you very much...I wait for YOU every day...I whisper with dry lips your name... and tears well up in my eyes from the realization of the impossibility of a miracle, from the meaninglessness and hopelessness. Yes, I never heard from you those words that I was waiting for...
Nothing can be fixed. Start from the beginning??? I... I only feel loneliness and your indifference, which may not be there, but you don’t show anything different.
Why can’t I be with you – WHYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU its
And maybe only waking up one day in a nightmare, with something inside bursting with unbearable pain, not immediately realizing where I am, and that I am alone, and now REALLY ALONE - maybe only then will I understand HOW I REALLY AM I LOVE YOU... And these are not just words... Tell me what I have to do, and I will do everything... if you say to die, then I will die, no doubt about it!
How to LIVE with such love?..
Letter to my beloved girl
It’s still great to love you!.. Sometimes you don’t understand where you are going, and, in fact, why. I remember your eyes, and the earth flies out from under my feet, intoxicated with delight and pride that I can love you!
(Selection of material for the site: Lyudmila T.)
