Love Letters of Five Centuries. Vintage letters Letter in the style of the 19th century

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"Letter is such a noun, without which postal officials would sit behind the staff, and postage stamps would not be sold."
A.P. Chekhov

The art of writing letters is almost forgotten today. No, we do not consider official, business correspondence, which is sent in tons from end to end of our country. By the way, mountains of instructions and dozens of reference books have been written about it. Let's talk about the personal correspondence that e-mail and mobile communications have supplanted. And congratulations? They have become virtual postcards with " congratulations"and a fan mailing of SMS with the same text composed by someone else. It's sad if real letters and sincere personal congratulations leave our lives forever.

Letters from the past

In those days, when long-distance letters were delivered on postal troikas, and in the cities they were carried by postmen and postmasters (respected, by the way, people) kept order, and the letters themselves sometimes took months and the same answer to them, the epistolary genre was in high esteem. Writing letters was taught by special manuals - letter writers, the author of the letter worked very carefully on each line, rewriting it cleanly, trying to prevent not only mistakes, but also inaccuracies and omissions, observing all decorum. The content of the letters was extensive, they set out the rules for writing various kinds of letters in separate punctati, such as: "Letters of notice", "Letters giving advice". "Letters of recommendation", "Letters of apology", "Letters containing the search for friendship or affection", "Letters containing simple courtesy", "Letters of thanks", "Letters of love and (which is so relevant) "Letters of congratulations" as well as many other befitting letters.

“In letters, one courtesy of the conclusion, the dryness and barrenness of matter, is allowed to be rewarded with a choice of smooth, entertaining, not too extensive greetings. Brevity gives clarity, and therefore pleasantness. Grace should be noticeable everywhere, luring to reading. words and phrases are rough and incoherent ... "

The syllable of the letter should have been not too tall, but not clownish either, but was supposed to resemble an ordinary conversation, set out on paper. It must be taken into account that they were expressed then quite differently than they are now! One can imagine the text of the current communication on the street set out on paper ... . Many exclamations, which are now so common in electronic communication, were not welcomed, but it was required to write simply and freely, without being carried upwards by verbal confusion.

Particular attention was paid to the clarity, cleanliness, decency and literacy of the letters. Maybe those who lived in those days guessed that their letters could eventually become a literary heritage and be available for reading?

Among others were the following rules: what is decent to write to an equal, what is beautiful in a letter from an old man and an important person, and what is ridiculous in a letter from a young person and low family and rank. Letters were written on good paper, without blots, in clear, legible handwriting (one of the subjects in the gymnasium was calligraphy), which attracted attention.

congratulatory messages

A separate topic is congratulations on the holidays. Although in those days there were not as many holidays as today, there were many occasions: Christmas and New Year, Easter, Angel Day, christenings, weddings, birthdays and even promotions. Most of all, the New Year and Christmas greetings, written on wonderful postcards, each of which was a gift in itself, brought the mail the most trouble! Sometimes congratulations were attributed to the text of the letter, and sometimes they were the reason for the beginning of the letter.

Dear Ivan Maksimovich!
Kindly make an order to send me a fee * to the address: the editors of "Russian Thought" for transfer to me.
I congratulate you on the New Year, with new happiness.
sincerely respect you
A. Chekhov. Art. Lopasnya.

"... At the end of my letter, I accept the honor to congratulate you, gracious sovereign, on the New Year, I wish your Excellency all the well-being during it, as well as in all your subsequent lives, I am sure that your well-being is the well-being of honest people, and I sincerely call myself with the deepest respect and obsequious devotion, gracious sovereign, your excellency, the most humble and most humble servant, Ippolit Bogdanovich.

Greeting cards and letters were usually written to relatives or close friends living in the distance. Those who lived nearby, in the same city, were usually congratulated by "making a visit" or sending a business card. Before the advent of postcards, they used the last or first letter of the year for congratulations, expressing wishes at the end or beginning of the letter.

"If it is necessary to write a letter solely about the New Year, then its content should include memories of the past year, about health, about events pleasant to the recipient and various incidents that have happened; one should wish to have a good coming year."

"To my dearest sisters, if they have not completely forgotten me, my zealous respect, equally to Mikhail Nikolaevich, and, congratulating you and them on the upcoming New Year, with a sincere desire for all the best, I will remain forever with spiritual respect and devotion, gracious Empress aunt, your submissive nephewF. Tyutchev"

"Dear sir, Alexander Sergeevich, I have the honor to congratulate you on the past New Year and new happiness, and I wish you, my dear benefactor, health and well-being."
Arina Rodionovna - A.S. Pushkin

"... I congratulate your radiant person and your children on the New Year, on new happiness. I wish you to win 200 thousand and become a real state councilor, and above all, to be healthy and have our daily bread in sufficient quantity for such a glutton as you."
A.P. Chekhov - Al. P. Chekhov

How interesting it is to read these messages from the past on preserved postcards from the 19th century! The postcards themselves, the syllable with which congratulations are written, work like a time machine, taking us decades back, and it’s a little pity that they don’t write these now ....

Would you like to bring back the tradition of handwritten letters and greetings? Maybe you should start right now and, having chosen the most beautiful New Year's cards, send them to your closest people?

Nomination "Stylization"

Choose one of the suggested quotes and try to write it in a way that reflects the calligraphic features of the period when this idea was expressed.

For reference, please refer to the samples below.

Statements about language (for the nomination "Stylization")

What you know how to do well, don't forget, and what you don't know how to do, study it - like my father, sitting at home, knew five languages, that's why the honor from other countries. Laziness is the mother of everything: what one knows, one will forget, and what one does not know, one will not learn.

"Teachings of Vladimir Monomakh"

You can’t make a ship without nails, nor a righteous man without reading books, and just as the captives have their parents on their minds, so the righteous has reading books. For a warrior, beauty is a weapon, and for a ship, sails, and for a righteous person, reading books.

"The word of a certain monk about reading books" (from "Izbornik" 1073)

After all, great is the benefit to people from the teachings of the book; we are instructed and taught by books on the path of repentance, for from the words of the book we gain wisdom and temperance. After all, these are the rivers that water the entire universe, these are the sources of wisdom; there is immeasurable depth in books; we are comforted by them in sorrow ...

"The Tale of Bygone Years", 1038

You cannot catch a quickly lost bird again, you cannot return a word that has flown out of your mouth.

Izbornik "Bee"

Prostrate in the enrichment of the mind and in the decoration of the Russian word.

M. V. Lomonosov

In Russia, verbal sciences will never let the Russian word fall into decay.

M. V. Lomonosov

The beauty, splendor, strength and richness of the Russian language is quite clear from books written in past centuries, when our ancestors did not know any rules for compositions, but they hardly thought that they exist or can be.

M. V. Lomonosov

The enrichment and purity of the language have never been so necessary for other peoples as they have become necessary for us, despite the real richness and beauty and power of the Russian language.

E. R. Dashkova



The perception of other people's words, and especially without necessity, is not an enrichment, but a deterioration of the language.

A. P. Sumarokov

Let there be honor and glory to our language, which in its native wealth, almost without any foreign admixture, flows like a proud, majestic river - it makes noise, thunders - and suddenly, if necessary, softens, murmurs in a gentle stream and sweetly flows into the soul, forming all measures that consist only in the fall and rise of the human voice.

N. M. Karamzin

You marvel at the preciousness of our language: every sound is a gift: everything is grainy, large, like pearls themselves, and, really, there is another name for the most precious thing itself.

N.V. Gogol

There is no word that would be so bold, smart, so burst out from under the very heart, so seething and quivering like a well-spoken Russian word.

N.V. Gogol

Language is the history of the people. Language is the way of civilization and culture. That is why the study and preservation of the Russian language is not an idle hobby from nothing to do, but an urgent need.

A. I. Kuprin

The Russian language in skillful hands and in experienced lips is beautiful, melodious, expressive, flexible, obedient, dexterous and roomy.

A. I. Kuprin

The greatest wealth of a people is its language! For thousands of years countless treasures of human thought and experience have accumulated and live forever in the word.

M. A. Sholokhov

What is language? First of all, it is not only a way to express your thoughts, but also to create your thoughts. Language has the opposite effect. A person who turns his thoughts, his ideas, his feelings into language… he is also, as it were, permeated by this way of expression.

A. N. Tolstoy

Many Russian words themselves radiate poetry, just as precious stones radiate a mysterious brilliance...

K. G. Paustovsky

Language is like the sea. On one side, the waters of the sea are transparent and salty, on the other, they are desalinated by the river flowing into it and full of its turbidity. And all this at the same time, only at different points in space.

Lev Uspensky

History reference

The earliest form of the Cyrillic script was charter. The letters of this font had almost square proportions, clear angles and lines. There were no spaces between words, but the distance between the letters themselves was quite large.

Old Russian Cyrillic script (XI century charter)

An example of an ancient Russian charter of the 11th century. The font of the "Ostromir Gospel" in artistic processing by V.V. Lazursky.

Fragment of the Ostromir Gospel (XI century)

Semi-charter

From the middle of the 14th century, it became widespread semi-charter. It was less beautiful than the charter, but it allowed you to write faster. The letters have acquired a slope, become more rounded. The text began to be divided into words.

A sample of a semi-charter of Russian early printed books. Font from the "Apostle" of 1564 by Ivan Fedorov in artistic processing by V. V. Lazursky. Moscow, 1946

Fragment of the page of the "Apostle" by Ivan Fedorov, 1564

In the 15th century, the semi-ustav was replaced by cursive.

To increase the speed of writing, the letters began to be connected to each other. The letter becomes sweeping, there are many options for writing each letter. And since each scribe developed his own handwriting, such a letter was sometimes very difficult to read!

Shorthand samples.

18th century font

With a kind permission of the author of the original posts, I begin a serie of translations about Victorian courtship, love letters and other relationships. The original post is .

The mystery of love, courtship and marriage solved - how to write a Victorian love letter

So, you are sitting with a pen in your hands and a blank valentine in front of you. But you just can't find those special words that express your true feelings for your loved one. Don't be afraid book « The mystery of love, courtship and marriage solved » [ The Mystery of Love , Courtship and Marriage Explained ], 1890, will be your savior. It's filled with great tips and sample letters to suit you and your special circumstances..

So, let's begin .


Love letters: It is almost impossible to lay down any rules for writing love letters. Some of the gentlemen show themselves in a ridiculous light with their messages. They take the issue too seriously. If you are engaged and intend to continue to marry, it is best not to be too sweet-tongued towards the lady of your heart, otherwise she may become disgusted. Until the conclusion of the engagement, she might endure a little more sweetness and pomposity, again, if not overdone. Do not use too many adjectives in your letters, trying to avoid repetitive praise. One dose of flattery at a time is enough. If the lady of your heart is a reasonable person, her face will distort with a grimace even from this. Meanwhile, the peculiarity of their sex is such that they love when they love them, but how can they know that they are loved if they are not told about it? To write a sentimental letter, you need more talent than is required to solve some extremely important philosophical problem. Lovers should not expect too much from letters to each other. Since the purpose of this treatise is to help young men in their courtship of women, we will give some examples of letters that can be written in order to bring clarity to the relationship between you and your possible lady of the heart. Also Sample answers will be given. Which young ladies would be willing to give to such letters.



The following letter may be written by a young man for a young lady, to whose company he is obviously fond, but he himself does not dare to tell her that "he adores her." If the lady accepts him after such a message, then she will consider herself engaged and continue to count on marriage.

Tuesday afternoon.

Dear Miss Thorn:

I hope you will forgive me my arrogance in writing to you without your permission, and I assure you that I took out my pen only out of the need to reveal to you my feelings and my aspirations. Believing that the attention I have given you has already to some extent prepared you for a possible similar manifestation of feelings in the future, I now throw myself at your feet, begging for love! How much I I know own own heart, it firmly tied to to you. Are you willing to answer me, and will you? I will be with you this evening and hope to be greeted with a reassuring smile. Farewell and see you soon ,

X. Seymour.

If a girl likes her boyfriend, which means she is ready to accept his feelings, there is no need to answer the letter. However, if she thinks that he is in too much of a hurry, or she is indifferent to him, or she wants to flirt a little with him, she can respond as follows:

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Dear Mr Seymour:

Your message surprised me, and I ask your forgiveness for such a response. I don't mind having you as a friend at any appropriate time, but for now, let's not talk about getting to know each other better.

Sincerely your,

E. Thorn


The young man, who had quarreled with his beloved the night before, left in frustrated feelings, and the next morning he writes a letter to her. [ N. B . Some lovers may deliberately cause a small quarrel for this purpose.] One should not miss the opportunity to write this kind of letter, since almost any girl will enjoy such a display of feelings from her boyfriend. If the quarrel was played out on purpose, then you need to do this carefully so that she does not suspect you:

allentown, Friday

Expensive Sarah:

Forgive me for this letter. I was very annoyed when I left you last night, and now I feel guilty and ask for forgiveness. I hardly have the courage to come to you today, but in the meantime, I will be very unhappy if I do not. Oh Sarah, my love for you cannot be expressed in words. I have heard and read about female affection, and if I could only see it from you, life on earth would be heaven for me. What must I do to win your heart? I will never contradict you in anything again. My only goal will be to please you and make you happy. And maybe you could show someone a little sympathy in return? I feel like I should be rewarded with a loving smile the next time we meet. Farewell and before meetings,

George



Tuesday morning.

My dear Miss Clayton:

Feeling an interest in you that cannot be expressed in words, I resort to my pen and hope that I do not offend you with this action. None of the most sacred feelings of the human heart would cause me, under any circumstances, to impose on the attention of a young lady: and if I feel interest in you in my heart, I can in no way influence it. I would like you to understand my feelings, and I am sure you would take pity on me if I did not become your admirer. The purpose of this message is to request permission to make friendly visits to you with a possible closer acquaintance in the future, if my company will be pleasant to you. I'm not even asking for a written response, but if you don't mind writing to me, I'll certainly feel flattered. I will make it my business to pay you a visit on Thursday evening, about which I have great hopes. Sincerely yours and with great respect,

John Davis

If the lady likes this gentleman, or thinks that he can be counted on as a friend, and acquaintance with him would be acceptable, she can reply briefly to the message in the following manner:

Thursday, morning

Mister Davis:

Dear sir: I have received your letter and thank you for your frankness and your confidence. I will be glad to see you tonight, and whenever you would be so kind as to pay me a visit on another day, I will try to make you feel welcome. Sincerely your,

Letitia To. Clayton.

The young gentleman, who for some serious reason has received a cold welcome from his lady of the heart, wishes to show his remorse and, at the same time, to flatter her a little. He might, for example, humbly write as follows:

My dear Josephine:

I still dare to address you, although my heart tells me that I no longer have either your respect for me or your trust. What I must do, to again conquer your location? Do I have to prove to you that the love I have is not a lie? Will this disgusting slander become more important than the heart over which you reign supreme? Have pity on me, Josephine, but don't neglect me. Honor mine destiny although would attention. Let to me to know your will. To this is not It was, I obey to you. Overlay on the me own eternal silence! I I will accept his. Drive away me! I I swear, what I'll leave forever and ever. In fact, I'm willing to gladly do anything you say, except to forget you, because that's impossible. Josephine , I all yet hope on the forgiveness. If you are not a stranger to mercy, I beg you to cast aside this haughty coldness, which almost plunged me into despair. One kind and encouraging word would make me the happiest man in the world. You you can to tell his? Will you let me redeem myself? If not, I must hear my judgment from you.

What could be nicer than the voice of a loved one? What could be more long-awaited 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 communicate, who were scattered by fate over distances? Previously, there were letters, messages and notes in which the most tender words and the most sincere confessions were hidden ...

Napoleon Bonaparte - Josephine

“There was not a day that I did not love you; there was no night that I did not squeeze you in my arms. I do not drink even a cup of tea, so as not to curse my pride and ambition, which force me to stay away from you, my soul. In the midst of my service, whether at the head of an army or checking camps, I feel that my heart is occupied only by my beloved Josephine. It 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 go 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 Vantoza, you address me as "you". "You" ? Ah, damn! How could you write such a thing? How cold it is!

Josephine! Josephine! Do you remember what I told you once: nature has rewarded me with a strong, unshakable soul. And she fashioned you from lace and air. Have you stopped loving me? Forgive me, love of my life, my soul is torn.

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

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

Denis Diderot - Sophie Volan

“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 and I am not going to tread on this road. I am all yours - you are everything to me. We will support each other in all the troubles that fate can send us. You will ease my suffering; I will help you with yours. I can always see you the way you were lately! As for me, you must admit that I have remained 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 sure of loyalty to you and appreciate your virtues more and more every day. I am confident in your constancy and appreciate it. No one's passion had a greater basis 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 a man can be, knowing that he is loved by the most beautiful of women.

John Keats - Fanny Brown

“My dear girl!

Nothing in the world could give me more pleasure than your letter, except perhaps yourself. I am almost tired of being amazed that my senses blissfully obey the will of that being who is now so far away from me.

Without even thinking about you, I feel your presence, and a wave of tenderness covers me. All my thoughts, all my joyless days and sleepless nights have not cured 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 I am forced to overcome in dull patience an existence that cannot be called Life. Never before have I known that there is such love as you have given 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 scorch 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, as soon as I notice the danger that threatens you. In your eyes I want to see only joy, on your lips - only love, in your walk - only happiness ...

Always yours, my love! John Keats"

Alexander Pushkin - 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 I become convinced that my existence cannot be separated from yours: I was created to love you and follow you; all my other concerns are one delusion and madness.

Far from you, I am relentlessly haunted by regrets about the happiness that I did not have time to enjoy. Sooner or later, however, I will have to drop everything and fall at your feet. The thought of the day when I will be able to have a piece of land in ... only smiles at me and enlivens me in the midst of heavy anguish. There I can wander around your house, meet you, follow you ... "

Honore de Balzac - Evelina Ganskaya

“How I wish I could spend the day at your feet; laying her head on your knees, dreaming about the beautiful, sharing her thoughts with you in bliss and rapture, and sometimes not speaking at all, but pressing the edge of your dress to your 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 it an illusion? Did I see you? Oh Gods! How I love your accent, subtle, your kind lips, so sensual - let me tell you this, 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 the shoulders of my beloved. Oh! Inhaling the fragrance of hair, holding your hand, squeezing you in my arms - that's where I draw inspiration from! My friends are amazed at the invincibility of my willpower. Oh! They do not know my beloved, the one whose pure image cancels out all the chagrin of their bile attacks. One kiss, my angel, one slow kiss, and goodnight!”

Alfred de Musset - George Sand

“My dear Georges, I need to tell you something stupid and funny. I'm writing you foolishly, 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, consider me a phrase-monger. You will show me the door and start thinking that I am 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 talk about it - I will suffer less if you show me the door now ...

But I do not want to make riddles, or create the appearance of an unreasonable quarrel. Now, Georges, you, as usual, will say: "Another annoying admirer!" .

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 of me; saying this, I do not hope for anything. I can only lose a friend and the only pleasant hours that 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, depriving myself of the pleasure of seeing you during the short time that remains for you to spend in Paris before leaving for Italy. There we could spend delightful nights if I had more determination. But the truth is that I am suffering and I lack resolve.”

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 longing, repentance, fear and happiness in my soul. And every night, as now, I go over the past, I suffer and say: why did I not say, and how, and what would I say. I take 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, I think, that I am in love with your sister Liza. It's not fair. Your story stuck in my head because, after reading it, I became 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 who do you 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 you’d better say: no, if there is a shadow of self-doubt in you. For God's sake, ask yourself well. It will be terrible for me to hear: no, but I foresee it and find the strength in myself to bear it. But if I will never be loved as a husband as I love, it will be terrible!”

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Constanze

“Dear little wife, I have some errands for you. I beg you:

1) do not fall into melancholy,
2) take care of your health and beware of spring winds,
3) do not go for a walk alone - or even better, do not go for a walk at all,
4) be completely sure of my love. I write all the 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 will suffer, also watch your appearance. Do not be angry with me for such a request. You should love me even more because I care about our honor with you.
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 come often, as he promised me? Do the Langes come in sometimes? How is the work on the portrait going? How do you live? All this, of course, is of great interest to me.

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I was sorting through old things and came across a small record of 5 years ago.

I sat and did not know whether to laugh or cry.

I have no idea what prompted me to write this handwriting. Probably the fact that then I plunged quite deeply into the "Silver Age".

In short, a letter-revelation of some young man of the end of the 19th century, suffering from the blues, written by himself.

Just don't spit, please. I know it's pretty wild...

Type of a young man who wrote a letter. I imagine it to be like this.

And here is the letter itself:

“My respect sir. How often do you have a conversation with time?

You don't have to answer this question for me.

The problem is that my head is ready to explode from who knows what, and I am not able to find a way to express what torments me.

One could try to explain this by a semblance of love and hate at the same time. But know that these feelings are quite strong.

My own, rather melancholy, cannot be compared with them.

Maybe I'm a pedant? Maybe just an egotist?

But I am me, and there is nothing I can do about it.

Many are now scratching on sheets of yellow paper just like me, and translating it, how much in vain.

In the spring, winter ice has a habit of melting and turning into water.

Not every stream that flows into a river is destined to drive ships or tease children on a rocky beach.

My meager mind is unable to express all the passions of my heart with refinement of words. I should take a dictionary. But I'm afraid that he is also unable to convey that music of words, with that magnificent power with which they begin to sound, being collected in a story, story or poem.

Oh, song of words! What kind of sonority can they carry.

Oh, singing feather! It's a symphony, like Ludwig van Beethoven's Koralle.

I'm lonely. And all the bitterness lies in the fact that for fluttering butterflies I am too heavy and boring. And for pundits too ignorant.

Ah, my lovely sister! My douche. There is no creation more sweet and merciful. How much compassion is in her heart, how much humanity, disinterestedness and kindness.

Not everyone can withstand my heavy temper.

But she, oh, my angel, not only does not reproach me for this, but I know for sure that she loves with all her heart.

I don't know why the Lord gave me such a hard heart.

Maybe it's all about my fair sensitivity.

Oh, how many times I raved as a child. How many times has my mind been red-hot, and the heat hit me in bed. How many times have I tried to get up, screamed and cried, consumed by the heat ...

But time passed, and from a cute imp I turned into a repulsive devil, closed in on himself ...

It's funny, but my appearance is found quite cute.

The ladies keep their eyes on me. Everyone chirps about how amazing, radiant eyes I have.

I, on the contrary, find them steely and cold...

Well, dear friend, I must have tired you with my story.

But what else should I talk about, if not about myself.

Spending so much time alone with yourself and not talking about yourself, in my opinion, this is beyond absurd ... "

On that, let me bow)

Mood: an awkward silence

 

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