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"Romen... It's so odd to write letters in 21st century, try to insert in them the whole soul, not knowing what the reader's reaction will be.
Yes, Romen, you are the reader.
You know, even as a little girl with two braids, my mom said me I would be an unequalled writer whereat dad gives us a rude virile laughter with a hammy grasping himself by the beery male stomach. Maybe he was right and I shouldn't input my writers' talent into this sheet of paper? What do you think, Romen?
Maybe I should listen to dads' mind that a girl must become a god tailor or a cooker?
"Jack up your hobby! That's not a female business to write. Brains are giving to them for another!"- How many times I've heard that speech when once again, at night, hiding under the blanket with a small flashlight, a piece of paper and a pencil, wrote my childish stories and fairytales. Still I have them saved up to now. Would you like to have a look on them, Romen?
You know, it's 11:30pm, but the trust that you'll understand my thoughts, my effort to write to you and my feelings inti every line keeps me up.
As soon as you'll receive that mail, remember that I and my next letter to you are beside."
