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Darling, I really look forward to the day when we can retire and the rest of the world except our own will cease to exist for us. Every time before I fall asleep, I imagine this day, the day when you will take me far, far away and hug me tightly, tightly. This will be our best time, a time when happiness will fill our loving hearts to the brim. I dream of quickly losing myself in your strong embrace and, not noticing anything around, breathing in unison with you.

Only one man in the world can make me truly happy, and that man is you! My only, beloved! I love absolutely everything about you, I love every part of you. Your smile and touches are my paradise. I want you to never take your gaze off me, which makes my loving heart beat even stronger. You are my happiness, my life, the most beautiful person in this world. My love for you is so strong that it will warm you with its warmth everywhere, no matter how far you are and protect you from all troubles. Despite all the circumstances that will ever try to separate us, I believe that we will always be together.

Never doubt that you are always in my heart, no matter what happens, and this is forever. No one can ever change this. You are constantly in my thoughts and desires about our life together. All I want is for you to always be by my side, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. I left the past in the past forever, as if it never happened. I think only about the future, our future together. Before meeting you, I couldn’t even think that this was possible. And never with anyone has time passed so quickly that you want to stop the moments when we are together. I feel so good next to you that I don’t want to leave for a minute. You are the one with whom it is always and everywhere easy, calm and cozy. My kitten, my dearest and most desired, how I want to meet you as soon as possible and feel the warmth of your palms warming my hands.

I don’t know why I’m writing all this, probably because my feelings for you are so strong that they ask to come out, they demand that you find out about them. I can’t help but feel like we’ve known each other all our lives. You know, when I saw you for the first time, the first thing I thought was: could something work out for us? As we both now know, it worked! I value your smile very much, and it seems to me that you are smiling now. My sunshine, how heavy my heart is that you are not around now. I constantly think about you, I live with dreams of a future in which we are finally together. I would rather see you, look into your bottomless eyes and touch your lips with my lips. My faith that we will be together is unshakable, because we both want it. Our happiness is in our hands. We have a happy future ahead of us. I kiss you tenderly, hug you tightly and faithfully wait... Your beloved girl!

P.S. My beloved, know that no matter how far we are from each other, no matter how many kilometers separate us, I am always there. I am there at any time of the year, in any weather, be it a gray rainy autumn or a hot bright summer. I caress you with gusts of wind, hug you with the rays of the sun. Together we will overcome everything, we can handle any difficulties. I trust you and believe in us.

Option 2

My dear! My only man, thank you for your presence in my life. No one but you can make my life as happy as you make it. Your “I love” is more valuable to me than all riches. In order to make you happy, I am ready to sacrifice everything I have. May my love keep you everywhere, wherever you are, whatever you do!

My beautiful, strong and wise man, I say thank you for absolutely everything, even for your shortcomings. My bastard J You showed me what true love is and I am grateful to you for that. I'm happy that we met. I do not wish for any other happiness than the happiness of loving you and feeling that it is mutual. I am terribly afraid of losing this happiness and sometimes (perhaps too often) my actions seem stupid to you. It is important for me to feel that you trust me and need me as much as I need you and to see you happy. My dear, I ask you, let us never quarrel and deceive each other.

My love, we must be each other’s support and support, take care of each other and understand. We have already been through a lot and will continue to go through it together. Rodnul, I won’t give you to anyone. I love and appreciate it.

Option 3

I thought I was running away from you, but I realized that it was an attempt to run away from myself. But, as you know, it is impossible to escape from yourself, just as it is impossible to stop thinking about you. All attempts to forget you are in vain. With my mind I understand everything, but with my heart I don’t want to forget. I need to forget you, but this is beyond my strength.

You are my universe. Without you, I don’t need or care about anything in this life. Without you, life loses its meaning. I don’t want to wake up without you, I don’t want to breathe, because my oxygen is YOU! My life, I am suffocating without you!

I no longer hope to ever see you again. I know that for you it’s as if I never existed. It hurts, but it's the truth and I accept it. Now this is the only way to get closer to you and tell you about the love that is tearing my heart to shreds. In the absence of another opportunity to talk to you, I chose this one.

It would seem that only a month has passed since your disappearance, but for me this is the longest month, for me it is an eternity. But my wound bleeds like it was yesterday. It seems to me that you went out for a couple of minutes and now you’ll be back. I refuse to believe that this is forever. Everything is in the past, but I still live in the memories in which you are near. But you are not there... And without you, there is no me. Let me go, please, let me go...

My life is a lie, I don’t want you to let me go... Never. Never let Me Go. I promised myself that I wouldn’t write to you again, but I broke my promise again. I need this, because I see you in everyone and everything. You are everywhere. I'm filled with you. The only meaning of my life is YOU. And even if we never meet again, know that I will always be yours. No matter who I meet on my way, I see only your features in them, there is only YOU and no one else. I don't want this. I look for you in others, but no one can replace you, you hear, no one. You are the only one, the only one, everyone else is not worth your little finger. I will repeat myself, but you are my life, its only meaning, my soul. I know that you will never read these lines, but still forgive me for bothering you. You are just my illusion. I invented you. But this is the only way to speak out.

Somewhere there, in the depths of my heart, I sincerely wish you happiness. I’m scared, scared to be intrusive and boring for you, scared to seem too frank. Funny...

Even I find it funny. Although, you know, I'm gone. I'm just a shell without a soul. My soul, which belongs only to you, is dead. She doesn't belong to me anymore.

All that keeps me in this world is the desire, at least from afar, at least for a short time, to give you a piece of my love. I live only by faith in this, by the hope that makes my heart beat. I am grateful to you…

Option 4

I'm tired of trying to prove something to you. You are free to think the way you want. The only thing I want, Andrey, is for you to know that you are the reason for my madness. I can’t find peace without you, I can’t control myself when you’re around. My love for you has brought me suffering, accompanied by the fear of losing you. You became my only dream, all others faded in comparison with you. I gave myself to you without reserve or regret.

Darling, I don't need anyone but you. I'm all yours. Don't let me go... Please stay close. That's all I ask. I don't live when you're not around, I exist. You are my guardian angel, my crazy passion... I want to belong only to you, to submit to the power of your touch. How I want to be near you now, to give you the tenderness of my kisses... I want you. You alone. It drives me crazy. It’s an eternity until we meet, but I’ll definitely wait for you. Before I met you, I was scared by how fast time flies, but now that you’re not around, it seems to have stopped. I really want to hurry him up so that I can see you as soon as possible. To see you in front of me as beloved, dear and good as in our best days. The passion that I felt for you then has not faded away, it is addressed only to you alone. You are my crazy love...

I will never trade you for anyone. I am not interested in temporary hobbies and easy flirting. All this is not for me. When you tell me about love, my hands become cold and my pulse quickens. My imagination paints a joyful picture of you taking me into your arms and gently whispering “I love you.” I voluntarily surrendered myself to this love. I don’t want freedom, I don’t want to let anyone into my world except you. There is no place in my heart for them. Everything that seemed important before meeting you turned into ashes. You replace the whole world with yourself. Love you…

Option 5

Hello, beloved, my dear person.

Don't be surprised if you come across my letter on one of the sites. Today this will not surprise anyone. Gone are the days when people were embarrassed to write beautiful love letters. I am not ashamed of my feelings and I am not embarrassed by them. I can safely talk about them without fear of condemnation. I’m not afraid of the thought that someone other than you will read about this. I won’t blush, on the contrary, I’ll be glad if this letter awakens similar feelings in someone...

My beloved, this is not just a letter of love - this is my love song dedicated to you. I appreciate your feelings, which give rise to a tender trembling in my soul. I know what you feel every time you think about me. Few people nowadays are capable of loving like that...

A letter written during a period of separation is more than just a letter. This is a reminder that separation is not eternal and one day there will be a new meeting that will bring happiness. My dear, my romantic, in this letter I share with you my dreams and my faith. I believe that the lines of this letter will come to life and become reality.

I often imagine that my letter is already in your hands, I imagine you reading it, inhaling the aroma of the pen with which it was written. Reading it makes you smile.

Letters from loved ones are always dear to the heart. Many have long given up the habit of keeping them, but you and I will keep them just as we keep our feelings. One day, our children will read these letters, with the help of which they will be able to look into the most hidden corners of our hearts. We will become an example for them of how to write such letters to their loved ones.

The world is huge, and a couple of months is not enough to travel around it entirely. But you and I have our own world, which is always with us, it is securely hidden in our loving hearts. The period of our separation will not be long. I truly believe this. And every time you reread these lines, you will again find yourself in my world, and when we meet, our worlds will reunite and become one - love and tenderness.

I seal the envelope with trepidation and drop it into the mailbox, imagining that it has already reached the addressee and stirred up dreams of a quick meeting in his heart.

We have selected for you the most passionate letters ever written by world-famous couples in love.

Alexander II - Ekaterina Dolgorukova

LOVE STORY

At the time of writing these letters, Emperor Alexander II had been married to Maria Alexandrovna for 27 years, but, of course, he could not get a divorce. The relationship with Ekaterina Dolgorukova lasted since 1866, and after the death of the empress in 1880, Alexander II immediately entered into a marganistic marriage with his beloved. However, their happiness did not last long: a year later the emperor died from a bomb thrown by the People's Will member Ignatius Grinevitsky.

“We will be in each other’s arms again with the same happiness as before...”

“After returning from a morning walk in the park, filled with happiness, I took up my favorite pastime - reading your letter. It was the day of my return, but I didn't
was in a hurry. My thoughts were filled, as usual, with my dear little devil, who would forgive me and promise me even greater pleasure than in our first meeting.
And, my Angel, I give you a promise that we will be in each other’s arms again with the same happiness as before, but remaining prudent because of your m.d.f., whom you love very much. But it was still sweet for us to find ourselves together after all that we endured after Paris. But nothing can compare to the joy of what we do. We are two thirsty people who can't wait to unite with each other, and we are inseparable forever, feeling the happiness of being husband and wife before God.
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ABOUT! Thank you, thank you, dear Angel, for all these tender memories that brought me so much pleasure, like everything that my sweet wife, who is the center of my life, brings me. And I am happy and proud to be her husband before God. It is not our fault that we missed our happiness. Nothing can interfere with our happiness. I love so much the happy memories you give me. I can’t find anything similar in my life with Maria, although perhaps I forgot about them in our nest.<…>I hug you, my soul Katya, and I am happy that I am yours forever.”

Nicholas II - Alexandra Fedorovna

LOVE STORY

The love of the royal couple broke out at first sight when Princess Alice of Hesse-Darmstadt came to Russia for the second time. The Tsarevich's parents and grandmother Alix opposed this marriage, but Nicholas II persisted, and they had to agree. The couple carried love throughout their lives and did not flinch in the face of death, together with their children and servants, being under the gun of the Bolsheviks.

“Even though we are apart, our souls and thoughts are one,
is not it..."

“Darling, don’t think me stupid, but I can’t start a single letter without repeating what I constantly feel and think about: I love you, I love you. Oh darling, what is this power that has made me your prisoner forever? I can’t think about anything except you, my dear, and I put my life in your hands, I can’t give more. You have complete power over my love, every drop of it! Although we are apart, our souls and thoughts are united, isn’t it, dear? Oh, my Aliki, if you only knew how much happiness you gave me, you would be glad and nothing would disturb the peace of your heart. How I would like to be next to you, whisper tender words of love and consolation in your ear...
And honey, please always write to me if you need to know anything. Speak directly and frankly. Never be afraid to tell me whatever you want. We should know everything about each other and always help each other, right, dear?
...With the warmest love and the most tender kisses, I remain your devoted and deeply loving one, Niki.
God bless you".

September 19, 1914
(Alexandra Feodorovna’s first letter after the start of the war)

“From an egoistic point of view, I suffer terribly from this separation. We are not used to her and I love my precious sweet boy so endlessly. It has already been twenty years that I have belonged to you, and what bliss it has been for your little wife!
<…>
My fervent prayers follow you day and night. May the Lord protect you, may he protect, guide and guide you, and bring you home healthy and strong.
I bless and love you as rarely has anyone ever been loved, and kiss every dear place, and hold you tenderly to my heart.
Forever your own old wife."

Vladimir Mayakovsky - Lilya Brik

LOVE STORY

Perhaps the most mysterious and dramatic love triangle: Vladimir Mayakovsky - Lilya Brik - Osip Brik. The three of them lived in the same apartment, the poet regularly provided the spouses with money and dedicated almost all his poems to his “Lilik”. Despite the numerous other connections of all the participants in this strange union, Mayakovsky always loved only the main Muse, he suffered terribly and was so tightly attached to her that he could only break the bonds that entangled him with a shot in the heart.

“Before, driven away by you, I believed in a meeting. Now I feel that I have been completely torn away from life, that nothing more will ever happen.
There is no life without you..."

“Lilek.
I see you are determined. I know that my pestering you is painful for you. But, Lilik, what happened to me today is too terrible for me not to grab the last straw, the letter.
It has never been so hard for me - I must have really grown up too much. Previously, driven away by you, I believed in a meeting. Now I feel that I have been completely torn away from life, that nothing more will ever happen. There is no life without you. I always said this, I always knew it. Now I feel it, I feel it with my whole being. Everything, everything that I thought about with pleasure, now has no value - disgusting.
<…>
And yet I am unable not to write, not to ask you to forgive me for everything. If you made a decision with difficulty, with struggle, if you want to try the latter, you will forgive, you will answer.
But if you don’t even answer, you’re my only thought. Just as I loved you seven years ago, I love you this very second, no matter what you want, no matter what you order, I will do it right now, I will do it with delight. How terrible it is to break up if you know that you love and it’s your own fault for the breakup.
I'm sitting in a cafe and crying. The saleswomen laugh at me. It's scary to think that my whole life will continue to be like this.
I write only about myself, and not about you, I’m scared to think that you are calm and that with every second you are further and further from me and a few more of them and I am completely forgotten.
If you feel anything from this letter other than pain and disgust, answer for Christ's sake, answer now, I'm running home, I'll be waiting. If not, terrible, terrible grief.
Kiss. All yours.
I".

Napoleon I Bonaparte - Josephine Beauharnais

LOVE STORY

They got married when Napoleon was still a general. The six-year age difference did not interfere with the lovers, and while in the army, he was terribly jealous and sent hot letters, begging Josephine to join him. The flighty beauty was not bored in the company of numerous lovers, and Napoleon tried to break up with her several times, but Josephine’s influence turned out to be stronger. And yet they divorced when it became clear that she could not give the emperor an heir.

“It hurts me that you don’t call me by name. I'll be waiting for you to write it."

1796

“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 you address me as “you”. "You"? Damn it! 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.
My heart, which belongs to you, is full of fear and longing... It hurts me because you do not call me by name. I'll be waiting for you to write it. Goodbye! Ah, if you stopped loving me, then you never loved me! And I will have something to regret!”

“I arrived in Milan, I rushed to your apartment, I abandoned everything to see you, to squeeze you in my arms... but you were not there. You travel around cities where holidays are held, you leave me when I arrive, you no longer think about your dear Napoleon. Your love for him was just a whim; inconstancy makes you indifferent. Accustomed to danger, I know the cure for life's troubles and illnesses. The misfortune that befalls me is unbearable; I had the right to sympathy. I'll be here until the evening of the ninth. Do not worry; come back after entertainment; you were created for happiness. The whole world is happy that it can give you pleasure, and only your husband is very, very unhappy.”

Friedrich Schiller - Charlotte Lengefeld

LOVE STORY

Friedrich met Charlotte (and her sister Caroline) in 1785, but the wedding took place several years later, since the poet did not have a regular salary and the girl’s mother opposed the marriage. They had four children, and life was almost cloudless. Friedrich Schiller's happy days were darkened by frequent illnesses, and he died at the age of 45. Charlotte survived her husband by 15 years.

“Forget everything that could constrict your heart, let only your feelings speak”

(seven months before the wedding)

“Is this true, dear Lotte? Can I hope that Caroline read in your soul and conveyed to me from the depths of your heart what I did not dare admit to myself? Oh, how heavy this secret seemed to me, which I had to keep all the time, from the moment we met.
<…>
You could give yourself to another, but no one could love you purer and more tenderly than me. For no one else could Our happiness be more sacred than it has always been and will be for me. I dedicate my entire existence, everything that lives in me, everything that is most precious in me to you. And if I strive to ennoble myself, it is only in order to become more worthy of you, in order to make you happier. Nobility of soul promotes beautiful and indissoluble bonds of friendship and love. Our friendship and love will be indissoluble and eternal, like the feelings on which we built them.
Forget everything that could constrain your heart, let only your feelings speak. Confirm what Caroline allowed me to hope for. Tell me that you want to be mine and that my happiness is not a sacrifice for you. Oh, convince me of this with one single word. Our hearts have been close to each other for a long time. Let the only alien thing that has stood between us until now fall away, and let nothing interfere with the free communication of our souls.
Goodbye, dear Lotte. I long for the right moment to describe to you all the feelings of my heart; they made me happy and unhappy again for so long. And now this desire alone dwells in my soul.
...Don't hesitate to put my worries to rest forever. I place all the happiness of my life in your hands... Goodbye, dear!”

Henry VIII - Anne Boleyn

LOVE STORY

To win the love of the seductive Anne, who did not want to act as a favorite, Henry VIII broke off relations with the Pope, who refused to dissolve the king’s marriage to Catherine of Aragon, and declared himself the head of the new, Anglican Church. However, having married his beloved, Henry VIII became disillusioned with the demanding and capricious Boleyn. Infatuated with the maid of honor, the king accused Anna of high treason and adultery, including with her brother. Boleyn was beheaded.

“Not seeing the opportunity to be near you, I am sending you a little thing that is closest to me...”

16th century

“My beloved and my friend, my heart and I commit ourselves into your hands, in humble prayer for your good will and that your affection for us may not decrease while we are not around. For there will be no greater misfortune for me than to aggravate your sorrow. Separation brings enough sadness, even more than I ever imagined. This fact reminds me of astronomy: the further the poles are from the sun, the more unbearable the heat. It’s the same with our love, for your absence separated us, but love retains its ardor - at least on my part. I hope with yours too.
I assure you that in my case the melancholy from separation is so great that it would be unbearable if I were not firmly convinced of the strength of your feelings for me. Not seeing the possibility of being close to you, I am sending you the little thing that is closest to me, that is, a bracelet with my portrait, with a device that you already know about. How I would like to be in his place to see you and how you will rejoice in him. Written by the hand of your faithful servant and friend,
G.R."

Alfred de Musset - George Sand

LOVE STORY

The famous playwright, who knew the sweet taste of fame before the age of 20, became interested in the famous writer after reading her second novel, and when they met in person, he completely lost his head. They became lovers, often fooled around and came up with various amusements, and their crazy relationship was discussed throughout France. However, the time spent together in Italy became a nightmare for them, and the relationship between Georges Sand and Alfred de Musset, which lasted only two years, came to naught.

“I will suffer less if you show me the door now”

“My dear Georges, I need to tell you something stupid and funny. I’m writing to you like a fool, I don’t know why, instead of telling you all this after returning from a walk. In the evening I will fall into despair because of this. You will laugh in my face and consider me a phrase-monger. You'll show me the door and think I'm lying.
I'm in love with you. I fell in love with you from the first day I was with you. I thought that I would recover from this very simply, seeing you as a friend. There are many traits in your character that can heal me; I tried my best to convince myself of this. But the minutes that I spend with you cost me too much. It’s better to say this - I will suffer less if you show me the door now. Tonight, when I... [George Sand, editing Musset's letters before publication, crossed out two words and cut out the next line with scissors] I decided to tell you that I was in the village. But I don’t want to make riddles or create the appearance of a causeless quarrel. Now, Georges, you, as usual, will say: “Another annoying admirer!” If I am not exactly the first person you meet, then tell me, as you would have told me yesterday in a conversation about someone else, what should I do. But I beg you, if you are going to tell me that you doubt the truth of what I am writing to you, then it is better not to answer at all. I know what you think about me; In saying this, I don't hope for anything. I can only lose my friend and the only pleasant hours I spent during the last month. But I know that you are kind, that you loved, and I entrust myself to you not as a beloved, but as a sincere and faithful comrade.
Georges, I am acting like a madman in depriving myself of the pleasure of seeing you during the short time that you have left to spend in Paris before leaving for Italy. We could have had wonderful nights there if I had been more determined. But the truth is that I am suffering and I lack determination.”

Ludwig van Beethoven -

"Immortal Beloved"

LOVE STORY

Being a complex and irritable person, moreover, aggravated by a terrible illness - progressive deafness, which almost drove the great composer to suicide, Beethoven was never married, but he fell seriously in love more than once, usually with his unattainable students. Three passionate, unsent messages were found among his papers, all addressed to the "Immortal Beloved." It is assumed that behind this cute “name” was Antonia Brentano, a Venetian, the wife of a Frankfurt merchant.

“I have 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.”

“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 the happiest and the most unhappy 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.
L.
Forever yours
Forever mine
We are ours forever.”

Vissarion Belinsky - Maria Orlova

LOVE STORY

The outstanding critic and publicist, despite his wide circle of acquaintances, felt terribly lonely and often did not even want to go home, so as not to be left alone with his difficult thoughts. Having fallen in love with Maria Orlova and proposed to her, Belinsky again felt happiness and a surge of strength. However, family life did not bring him the desired satisfaction: the spouses often quarreled. They lived only four years when Belinsky died of consumption at the age of 36.

“In my dreams I speak to you better than in writing, just as I once spoke to you better in absentia than on dates.”

“The thought of you makes me happy, and I am unhappy with my happiness, because I can only think about you. The most luxurious dream is worth less than the merest materiality; and a rich significance awaits me: what and why do I need all my dreams, and can they give me happiness? No, as long as you are not with me, I am not myself, I cannot do anything, think anything. After this, it was very natural that all my thoughts, desires, aspirations focused on one thought, one question: when will this happen? And while I still don’t know when exactly, but something inside me tells me that it will be soon. Oh, if it could be next month!
<…>
Tell me: will I soon receive a letter from you? I’m waiting - and I don’t believe that I’ll wait, I’m sure that I’ll get it soon - and I’m afraid to even hope. Oh, don’t torment me, but you have already sent your letter, and I will receive it today, tomorrow! - is not it?
Farewell. God bless you! May good spirits surround you during the day, whisper words of love and happiness to you, and send you good dreams at night. And I - I would now like to see you even for a minute, to look into your eyes for a long, long time, to hug your knees and kiss the hem of your dress. But no, it’s better to not see each other at all for as long as possible, than to see each other for just one minute and part again, as we already parted once. Forgive me for this chatter; my chest is burning; tears well up in your eyes: in such a stupid state, you usually want to say a lot and say nothing, or say something very stupid.
Strange affair! In my dreams I speak to you better than in writing, just as I once spoke to you better in absentia than on dates. What's wrong with Sokolniki now? What is the treasured path, the green bench, the magnificent alley? How sad it is to remember all this and how much joy and happiness there is in the sadness of this memory!”

Leo Tolstoy - Sophie Bers

LOVE STORY

They knew each other since childhood and maintained love and respect for each other all their lives. When they got married, Lev Nikolaevich was 34 years old, and his young wife was only 18. Sofya Andreevna was not only the wife and mother of his 13 children (five died in childhood), but also a faithful friend and assistant in all matters - a copyist of manuscripts, translator, secretary, publisher of his works. It was she who ran the household and also wrote stories and memoirs.

“Your presence reminds me too vividly of my old age, and it is you”

“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 cannot or do not 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 for 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 Ivica I wrote: “Your presence reminds me too vividly of my old age, and it is 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 about is what you work for. I would have died laughing if a month ago they had told me that it was possible to suffer as I suffer, and happily suffer 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’m never loved by my husband the way I love, it will be terrible!”

The project was prepared by
Ksenia Menshchikova

ENTRER magazine No. 3(autumn 2014)

What could be more pleasant than the voice of a loved one? What could be more welcome than his words? Now, in order to hear the object of our adoration, we just need to dial the cherished numbers... But what about before? How did these lovers, who were scattered by fate over distances, communicate? Previously, there were letters, messages and notes that contained the most tender words and the most sincere confessions...

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" ? Damn it! 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.

My heart, which belongs to you, is full of fear and longing...

It hurts me that you don't call me by name. I'll be waiting for you to write it. Goodbye! Ah, if you stopped loving me, then you never loved me! And I will have something to regret!”

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.”

John Keats - Fanny Brown

“My dear girl!

Nothing in the world could give me greater pleasure than your letter, except you yourself. I am almost tired of being amazed at the fact that my feelings blissfully obey the will of that being who is now so far from me.

Even without thinking about you, I feel your presence, and a wave of tenderness covers me. All my thoughts, all my joyless days and sleepless nights did not cure me of my love for Beauty. On the contrary, this love has become so strong that I am in despair because you are not around, and am forced in sad patience to overcome an existence that cannot be called Life. Never before did I know that there was such a love as you gave me. I didn't believe in her; I was afraid to burn in its flame. But if you love me, the fire of love will not be able to burn us - it will be no more than we, sprinkled with the dew of Pleasure, can bear.

You mention “terrible people” and ask if they will prevent us from seeing each other again. My love, understand only one thing: you fill my heart so much that I am ready to turn into a Mentor, barely noticing the danger that threatens you. I want to see only joy in your eyes, only love on your lips, only happiness in your gait...

Always yours, my beloved! John Keats"

Alexander Pushkin - Natalya 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..."

Honore de Balzac to 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!

Alfred de Musset - George Sand

“My dear Georges, I need to tell you something stupid and funny. I’m writing to you like a fool, I don’t know why, instead of telling you all this after returning from a walk. In the evening I will fall into despair because of this. You will laugh in my face and consider me a phrase-monger. You'll show me the door and think I'm lying.

I'm in love with you. I fell in love with you from the first day I was with you. I thought that I would recover from this very simply, seeing you as a friend. There are many traits in your character that can heal me; I tried my best to convince myself of this. But the minutes that I spend with you cost me too much. It’s better to say this - I will suffer less if you show me the door now...

But I don’t want to make riddles or create the appearance of a causeless quarrel. Now, Georges, as usual, you will say: “Another annoying admirer!” If I am not exactly the first person you meet, then tell me, as you would have told me yesterday in a conversation about someone else, what should I do? .

But I beg you, if you are going to tell me that you doubt the truth of what I am writing to you, then it is better not to answer at all. I know what you think about me; In saying this, I don't hope for anything. I can only lose my friend and the only pleasant hours I spent during the last month. But I know that you are kind, that you loved, and I entrust myself to you, not as a beloved, but as a sincere and faithful comrade.

Georges, I am acting like a madman in depriving myself of the pleasure of seeing you during the short time that you have left to spend in Paris before leaving for Italy. We could have spent delightful nights there if I had been more determined. But the truth is that I am suffering and I lack determination.”

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 what who you will love. It seemed to me that I could rejoice in you as in children...

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’m never loved by my husband the way I love, it will be terrible!”

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Constanze

“Dear little wife, I have several instructions for you. I beg you:

1) don’t fall into melancholy,
2) take care of your health and beware of spring winds,
3) don’t go for a walk alone - or better yet, don’t go for a walk at all,
4) be completely confident in my love. I write all my letters to you with your portrait in front of me.

5) 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.
6) 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.”

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Erotic mail

Darling, hello! I am writing to you because emotions overwhelm me and overwhelm me again. Please read everything from beginning to end. This is important to me because you will read a lot of “brilliance” that comes from my soul.

When I first saw you, I started going crazy. From your appearance... You are so desirable..... From the ends of your hair to your very toes! Yes, there are no people like you... No, because….

My desires

I want to touch you, gently, gently, stroking every centimeter of your body. Touch with fingers, hands, tongue. Which one do you like best? I really love touching your baby. Do you remember which part of your body I call that and why? Not in order to humiliate your dignity, but in order to express my love and passion for you.

I remember how you undressed me, quietly, carefully, as if you were afraid of something. But I was afraid in vain. I'm yours! I'm completely yours! I'm so annoyed by the way you undress me... I'm ready to kiss your hands. Is it possible?.. First - arms, then - neck, chest, tummy, and further, further.... You love to kiss me in this order. I learned this from you. I also learned to search and find certain areas. Your whole body is covered with them! I'm proud of it, but surprised. I have never met anyone like you anywhere or ever. With what pleasure I enjoy you, dreaming of drinking you to the bottom, my angel...

Your divine warmth is my talisman

I love it when our bodies touch. The most beautiful moment... When you enter me, caressing me first, without ceasing…. You can do it! You can caress so sweetly that I could never say “no” to you. I am ready to give myself to you at any time (night and day). I remember how you ignite when I tell you “take me, my love...”. You are burning, and I love to tell you all this over and over again... Talk and repeat... Almost any second! I love it when you get turned on. I love feeling your baby swell…. I love picking it up and playing with it with my manicured nails. I know how to do this without hurting you. You should have seen your eyes in these moments! In their brilliance there is a thrill of peace. I can read in your eyes that you want more and more, that you want these games to never end. And I’m ready to continue them until infinity!

It's nice to see that you're happy

I get excited when I see that you enjoy being with me. It seems that at such a moment you are capable of anything for me. But I don't like to use you. All I need is your body. The whole body is yours! I can’t live without him anymore! You will say that I am the most vulgar vulgarity in the Universe, but I will not pay any attention to it. I will undress you again, abruptly throwing every piece of clothing far outside the room. As long as you do the same with my clothes…. I will kiss you tirelessly. Kissing you is something magical. I'm sorry that sometimes I bite and you feel pain. I don't do this on purpose, honestly. My love just overwhelms me, I stop controlling myself completely. Why am I explaining when you understand everything yourself?.. I’m sure that you feel the same. But you don’t say it, but give it away with hugs….

In my memories

I remember our first time. It had everything. First - the moon, champagne, stars, music, night. Then - confessions, the silkiness of the sheets, the fiery passions... Your moans, which burst out as if to freedom from the depths of your soul, suddenly... You yourself were scared then and didn’t expect it. I even felt ashamed, although I didn’t need to. You heard my moans too. They have always (were and are) real, and not some kind of arrogant, not artificial.

You love my moans so much! You compare them to the music of passion. You do everything to make the moans flow like a river. You turn me on...Oh, how you do it! I remember how you whispered my name. And I whispered yours in response, as if the most dear words in the world. Then she whispered something like “more…. more…. more….". Yes, I don’t even remember if these were the words. The main thing is how we felt when our bodies and hearts flew away from the feelings...

By the way, about flights of feelings...

Do you know what I want when we meet again? I want you to enter me and not try to get it after sex. I want to feel and sense you inside me. It's a strange desire, isn't it? And we, women, all have some oddities...

I also want us not to waste (waste) every minute. I want it to be like that time in the hotel... Do you remember how we made love without stopping? We forgot about food, and about time, and about fatigue..... We lived in each other! We just drank, grapefruit juice during breaks, and ran to the shower. After the shower - intimate again... So - for several days on end. If you told your friends, they would definitely be jealous! By the way, you asked if the size of your baby suits me? He is better than I expected! And how much can he do... Amazing! The main thing is that he can do a lot without getting tired. Sexual giant! I hope you are not offended by my compliment? I never told it to anyone! Your baby is the most tender. Because when it was our first time, I didn’t feel any pain during the first intimacy. Oh, how confusing the phrases are! These are all emotions, emotions...

I hope no one reads my letter except you? I don’t consider our telephone conversations that we “met” when you were on business trips to be vulgar. We missed each other so much! I wonder if the operators were listening to us? We should have heard enough of this! It all started, of course, with questions and very banal ones... “What are you wearing now?”, “What panties are you wearing?”, “What color are your panties?” I liked it all so much... I just couldn’t sleep afterwards. I really wanted to feel you so much... I know that I won’t let you go anywhere else!

Can not live without you

I can’t live without your body... You are my desired handsome man... Please take care of yourself. And take care of your strength so that we can enjoy each other like this for a long, long time. I want you, I love you... Take me, dear! I'm already waiting for you... When you see me, you will understand what a gift you got!

I kiss you in all your places!

Erotic letter- this is an intimate message, a mental touch of body and soul to the desired and beloved erotic image of your chosen one or chosen one.

What else can you write to your loved one? —

Love disability -

Agree, other people's letters are at least exciting. And if they are not gossip on a social network, but entire small tragedies, then it is impossible to remain indifferent. It is difficult to judge whether the publication of correspondence is something unethical, but let's start reading with care and patience: then, perhaps, a thought that is not addressed to us will still turn out to be useful or even cleansing the soul.

I chose five correspondences, after which I want, firstly, to walk around the room for a long time and admire, and, secondly, to write to my friends something smarter than “Hello, I’m lying, and you?”

Hannah Arendt and Martin Heidegger

Correspondence between lovers is a sweet thing, and even more so between philosophers in love. Here the author of difficult-to-pronounce terminology acts as a poet, dedicating similar but sometimes very tender poems to Arendt, boasting about his successes in skiing, complaining about a cold and, most importantly, trying to understand “the most difficult thing that befalls a person” - the feeling of love as such.

This communication lasts fifty years, and in the end, instead of letters from a venerable professor to an admiring student, we are presented with evidence of the friendship of two outstanding people who were able to survive everything - war, all kinds of accusations and love for each other.

And the fact that love exists is a joyful testament to “here-being”: it can be. And now a new peace spreads across your face, and this is not a reflection of some free-floating bliss, but of the strength and kindness in which you are so completely present.

22.06.1925

Ingeborg Bachmann and Paul Celan

It is not often possible to find a poet whose fate would be comfortable and devoid of thorns. The meeting of Ingeborg Bachmann and Paul Celan is like proof of this impossibility. They write poems to each other and about each other, only to then fall silent for ten years. Bachman dies in a fire, Celan commits suicide. Two hundred brilliant, tragic letters, the last of which remain unanswered - all that remains for us, chained to the twenty-first century.

I watch with fear as you are carried away into the vast sea, but I will build a ship and bring you home, lost. Only you yourself help me with this and don’t complicate my task. Time and many other things are against us, but we will not allow it to destroy what we want to save from its flow. Write to me as soon as possible, please, and write if you need my words, if you accept my tenderness and love, if I can help you with anything, if you are still reaching out to me and if you are covering me with the dark blanket of the heavy sleep in which I want shine with light. Try, write, ask me a question, free yourself from everything that oppresses you! I'm all with you.

24.09.1949

Alexey Losev and Valentina Sokolova

A rare, but beautiful and scary book - correspondence between the Russian philosopher Alexei Losev and his wife, astronomer Valentina Sokolova. Sent into exile in different camps, they do not talk about injustice and the horrors of repression, but seek consolation in the eternal, from ancient philosophy to mathematical equations. The Soviet concentration camp turned out to be a desert of trials for the spouses who secretly became monks.

The destruction of their library, the approaching blindness of Alexei Fedorovich, will be a terrible blow for the Losevs - but there was this joy, “joy forever,” carried through the years of exile?..

Dear, eternal, unforgettable sister and mother, wife and bride! I bless the day and hour when I first saw your clear and bright face, and among all the trials and sufferings, you are the only support and support, constant hope and hope. Even if we have to die in separation, we can still say that it was not for nothing that we lived with you in the world, that we learned the mystery of love and peace, which is unknown to people and has no name in human language. With the memories of you and the hope of a date, I live and thrive, I wander from one place to another and while I endure all the hardships of the difficult path.

12.12.1931

Erich Maria Remarque and Marlene Dietrich

When it comes to love, where are we without Remarque? Even if there is no money for dresses from Balenciaga, and Calvados is replaced by ordinary vodka, there is something fragile and beautiful in the world of racers, fashion models and lost youths who came from a long war. This book is another classic Remarque novel, and Remarque's letters to Dietrich could well be Ravic's telegrams to the wayward Joan from Arc de Triomphe.

How will it end? Badly. Do the heroes know this? Yes. We know this too, but now happy Remarque throws a bottle of expensive wine into the sea, making a sacrifice to the sea gods, and we rejoice with him.

And just look: the butterflies that you thought were dead, dead, heavy and motionless, they dried out in the sun, warmed up and settled on the warm stone, like stripes of an order block, and again turned into a clear, flying “yes!” life, again turned into a multi-colored soaring, returning from the night, and the day is still long ahead... An oblique ray, lightning from heavenly mirrors, hello to you! To hell with chicken coops! The sunflowers hummed: “Separation, separation!” - and the falcons shouted: “The future! Future!" - blessed be the years that are now fading into oblivion, blessed be the mercies, blessed be all the troubles, blessed be the wild screams and blessed be the hours of stopped time when life held its breath - that was youth, youth, and that was life, life !

31.10.1942

Andrey Platonov - to his wife and friends

Hundreds of studies have been written about the life and work of Andrei Platonov, but once you have the chance to read the author himself, this cannot be missed. As “who collected his letters” says in the preface: “In my opinion, it is enough to collect people’s letters and publish them - and you will get a new literature of world significance.”

The question again arises to what extent our correspondence on social networks will excite the world, but what Platonov wrote to his wife and friends is definitely touching.

Neither you nor I have yet realized how beautiful and powerful we are. We are happier and more immortal than the gods. Light and joy to you, for you were the first to bring love into the world and make life unnecessary. You justified my prophecy: a woman, Mary, and not a woman, but a girl, will save the universe through her son. Her first son will be her beloved, whom she will kiss on the soul in response to a kiss. Farewell to light and the new saved universe, fire and resurrection. We conceived another better world, higher than the heavens and more mysterious than the stars. Farewell, inexplicable, my love tears my heart and my soul has become an abyss, where the flame of longing for you swirls like a whirlwind. I know that I have become immortal and will rebuild the universe for your sake and in your name. I want light for you, bright one, just as everything in me became light and faith.