Correspondence of poets love letters. A letter to a loved one about feelings. Who to whom: Honore de Balzac

On Valentine's Day, we invite you to read letters famous people to your beloved. Over time, these letters became public knowledge, and we can find out not only how specific people wrote about love, confessed their feelings, but also how people of those times expressed their feelings in general, with what words, phrases ...

Today, in the era of the Internet and mobile communications the epistolary genre is dying out, but suddenly today you will have a desire to write at least a note (on paper!), A short message to someone you care about. You may be surprised at what you are capable of. In the meantime, you can learn this from famous people.

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 who knows he is loved by the fairest of women.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Constanze

Dear little wife, I have a few assignments 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.
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.
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.

V.A. Mozart

Victor Hugo - Adele Fouche

A few words from you, my beloved Adele, changed my mood again. Yes, you can do whatever you want with me. And tomorrow I will certainly die if the magical sound of your voice and the gentle touch of your adored lips do not breathe life into me. With what conflicting feelings I went to bed! Yesterday, Adele, I lost faith in your love and called for the hour of death.

I said to myself: “If it is true that she does not love me, if nothing in me could earn the blessing of her love, without which my life would lose its attractiveness, is this not a reason to die? Should I live only for my personal happiness? No; my whole existence is devoted to her alone, even against her wishes. And by what right did I dare to covet her love? Am I an angel or a deity? I love her, it's true. I am ready to gladly sacrifice to her whatever she desires - everything, even the hope of being loved by her. There is no greater devotion in the world than mine in relation to her, to her smile, to her one look.

But can I be different? Isn't she the purpose of my whole life? If she shows indifference to me, even hatred, it will be my misfortune, the end. But won't that hurt her happiness? Yes, if she is unable to love me, I have only myself to blame. My duty is to follow on her heels, to be near her, to serve as a barrier to all dangers, to serve as a saving bridge, to stand tirelessly between her and all sorrows, demanding no reward, expecting no gratitude.

Only she will give infinite happiness if she sometimes deigns to throw a pitying glance at her slave and remember him in a moment of danger! Like this! If she would only let me devote my life to anticipating her every desire, fulfilling her every whim. If she would only permit me to respectfully kiss her delightful footprints; if she even agrees to rely on me in difficult moments of life. Then I will have the only happiness I long for.

But if I am ready to sacrifice everything for her, should she be grateful to me? Is it her fault that I love her? Should she feel like she's obligated to love me? No! She may laugh at my devotion, accept my services with hatred, repulse my worship with contempt, without for a moment having the right to complain of this angel; there will be no moral right to suspend my generosity towards her, a generosity that she neglects. Every day of mine must be marked by the sacrifice made to her, and even on the day of my death, my unrequited debt to her will not disappear.

These are the thoughts, my beloved Adele, that visited me last night. Only now they are mixed with the hope of happiness - such a great happiness that I cannot think of it without trembling.

Is it true that you love me, Adele? Tell me and I will believe in this amazing idea. You don't think I'll go mad with joy throwing my life at your feet, sure that I'll make you as happy as I am happy, knowing that you'll admire me just as I admire you. ? ABOUT! Your letter restored peace in my soul, your words spoken this evening filled me with happiness. A thousand thanks, Adele, my beloved angel. If I could prostrate before you as before a deity! What happiness you have brought me! Adieu, adieu, I'll spend a delightful night dreaming of you.

Sleep well, let your husband take the twelve kisses you promised him, in addition to those not yet promised.

Beethoven to his Beloved

Even in bed my thoughts fly to you, my immortal love! I am seized by 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 have decided to wander away from you until I am able to fly and throw myself into your arms, feel you completely mine and enjoy this bliss. It should be. You will agree to this, because you do not doubt my loyalty to you; never another will take my heart, never, never. Oh, God, why part with what you love so much!

The life I now lead in V. is hard. Your love makes me the happiest and unhappiest person at the same time. At my age, a certain monotony, stability of life is already required, but are they possible with our relations? My angel, now I just found out that the mail leaves every day, I must finish so that you receive the letter as soon as possible. Be calm; be calm, love me always.
What a longing to see you! You are my Life - my Everything - goodbye. Love me as before - never doubt the fidelity of your beloved
A.
Forever yours
Forever mine
Forever we are ours.

Jack London - Anna Stransky

Dear Ann:
I said that all people can be divided into types? If I did, let me clarify - not all of them. You're slipping away, I can't attribute you to any species, I can't figure you out. I can boast that out of 10 people, I can predict the behavior of nine. Judging by words and actions, I can guess the heart rate of nine out of ten people. But the tenth is a mystery to me, I am in despair because it is higher than me. You are the tenth.

Has it ever happened that two silent souls, so dissimilar, so suited each other? Of course, we often feel the same way, but even when we feel something differently, we still understand each other, even though we do not have a common language. We don't need words spoken aloud. We are too incomprehensible and mysterious for this. The Lord must be laughing, seeing our silent action.

The only glimmer of common sense in all of this is that we both have a frenzied temperament big enough to understand. True, we often understand each other, but with elusive glimpses, vague sensations, as if ghosts, while we doubt, haunt us with their perception of the truth. And yet I dare not believe that you are the tenth person whose behavior I cannot predict.

Am I hard to understand now? I don't know, maybe it is. I can't find a common language.

Huge temperament - that's what allows us to be together. For a second, eternity itself flared up in our hearts and we were drawn to each other, despite the fact that we are so different.

Do I smile when you get excited? That smile that can be forgiven - no, it's an envious smile. For 25 years I lived in a depressed state.

I have learned not to admire. This is a lesson that cannot be forgotten. I'm starting to forget, but that's not enough. At best, I hope that before I die, I will forget everything, or almost everything. I can already rejoice, I am learning this little by little, I rejoice in the little things, but I cannot rejoice at what is in me, my innermost thoughts, I cannot, I cannot. Am I unclear? Do you hear my voice? I'm afraid not. There are many hypocritical posers in the world. I am the most successful

Napoleon Bonaparte - Josephine

There wasn't a day that I didn't 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 be sorry!

Napoleon Bonaparte – Josephine in Milan

I don't love you anymore... On the contrary, I hate you. You are a vile, stupid, ridiculous woman. You don't write to me at all, you don't love your husband. You know how much joy your letters bring to him, and you cannot even write six quick lines.

But what do you do all day long, ma'am? What urgent matters take up your time, prevent you from writing to your very good lover?

What prevents your tender and devoted love, which you promised him? Who is this new seducer, new lover, who claims all your time, preventing you from taking care of your spouse? Josephine, beware: one fine night I will break down your doors and stand before you.

In fact, my dear friend, I am worried that I do not receive news from you, write me quickly four pages, and only about those pleasant things that will fill my heart with joy and tenderness.

I hope to wrap you in my arms soon and cover you with a million kisses, burning like the rays of the sun at the equator.
Bonaparte

Mark Twain - Livy

Livy, dear, today we climbed up and down steep hills with a joyful whooing for six hours in a row, in dirty and wet shoes, in a rain that did not stop for a minute. All the way I was alert and fresh as a lark, and arrived at the place without the slightest feeling of fatigue. We washed, emptied our boots, ate, undressed, and went to bed for two and a half hours while our clothes and gear dried and our boots were cleaned. Then we put on more warm clothes and went to the table.

I have made some nice English friends and will see them tomorrow in Zermatt.
Collected small bouquet flowers, but they withered. I sent you a full box of flowers last night from Luckerbad.

I have just sent a telegram for you to telegraph the family news to me in Rifel tomorrow. I hope you are doing well and having as much fun as we do. I love you, my heart, you and children. Give my love to Clara Spaulding and also to the kids.

Wagner - Mathilde Wesendonck

Is my sweet muse still far away? Silently I waited for her visit; I didn't want to bother her with requests. Muse, like love, makes happy freely. Woe to the fool, woe to the poor of love, if he wants to take by force what is not given to him voluntarily. They cannot be forced. Is not it? Is not it? How could love be a muse if it allowed itself to be forced?

Is my sweet muse still far away from me?

Charles Darwin – Emma Wedgwood

I can't tell you how much I enjoyed visiting the Maers. I was looking forward to a future serene life: I really hope that you can be as happy as I am. But when I think about it, it scares me that you're not used to this lifestyle. This morning I was thinking about how it happened that happiness, and silence, and solitude, have such a beneficial effect on me, a sociable and purely rational person. The explanation, I suppose, is simple enough, I mention it because it will give you hope that in time I will become less uncouth and rude.

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It is all to blame for the five years of my journey (and, of course, the last two years), which, one might say, became the beginning of my real life. Despite the active lifestyle that I led there - admiring unprecedented animals, traveling through wild deserts or impenetrable forests, walking around the deck of the old Beagle at night - the only thing that gave me real pleasure was what was happening in my head. Forgive my selfishness, I am talking about this in the hope that you will ennoble me, teach me to find happiness not only in building theories and comprehending facts in silence and loneliness.

My dearest Emma, I fervently pray that you will never regret anything, and I will add something else - you will receive on Tuesday: my dear future wife, God bless you ...

The Lyells came in after church today; Lyell is so busy with geology that he needs to unload; as a guest of honor, I dine with them on Tuesday. Today I was a little ashamed of myself, we talked for about half an hour and all about geology, and poor Mrs Lyell sat next to me like a monument to patience. I should probably practice with the female sex, though I haven't noticed Lyell showing any remorse. I hope in time to strengthen my conscience: few husbands seem to find this difficult.

After returning, I looked into our living room several times, which you will readily believe. I suppose my taste in color choice has already been spoiled, since I claim that the room looks less ugly. I had so much fun being in the house that I must have become like an overgrown child addicted to a new toy. But still I am not quite a child, because I long for a wife and a friend.

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.

I would like to see only pleasure in your eyes. Let our love be a source of pleasure, and not a shelter from grief and worries. But if the worst happens, I can hardly remain a philosopher and follow my own prescriptions; if my hardness hurts you, I can't! Why should I not talk about your Beauty, without which I could never love you? Only Beauty is capable of awakening such love as my love for you - I cannot imagine otherwise. There may be another love for which, without a hint of mockery, I am ready to have the deepest respect and admiration for it. But it is deprived of that strength, that flowering, that perfection and charm with which my heart is filled. So let me talk about your Beauty, even if it is dangerous for myself: what if you are cruel enough to test her Power over others?

You write that you are afraid - if I think that you do not love me; these words of yours instill in me a painful desire to be near you. Here I diligently indulge in my favorite pastime - I do not miss a day without stretching a piece of white verse longer or stringing a couple of other rhymes.

I must confess (since I've mentioned it) that I love you even more because I know that you loved me exactly as I am, and for no other reason. I have met women who would be happy to be engaged to Sonnet or to marry Roman. I saw your Comet; well, if it served as a good omen for poor Rais: because of his illness, sharing company with him is not very fun, especially since he is trying to overcome and hide his illness from me, releasing dubious puns.

I kissed your letter up and down in the hope that you, putting your lips to it, left the taste of honey on the lines. What did you see in your dream? Tell me your dream and I will give you an interpretation.

Always yours, my love! John Keats

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 say it - I will suffer less if you show me the door now. Tonight, when I ... [Georges 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 country. 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!” If I am not quite the first person you meet, then tell me how you would say it to 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 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 suffer and I lack resolve.
Alfred de Musset

Henry VIII - Anne Boleyn

My beloved and my friend, my heart and I place ourselves in your hands, in a humble prayer for your good disposition and that your affection for us would 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, more than I ever imagined. This fact reminds me of astronomy: the farther the poles are from the sun, the more unbearable the heat. The same with our love, for your absence has separated us, but love retains its ardor - at least on my part. Hopefully yours too.

I assure you that in my case, the longing for separation is so great that it would be unbearable if I were not firmly convinced of the strength of your feelings for me. Seeing no possibility of being close to you, I am sending you a little thing that is closest to me, that is, a bracelet with my portrait, with the 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.

Gustave Flaubert - Louise Colet

(Croisset, Saturday, one in the morning)

you tell me very tender words dear muse. Eh bien, get such tender words in return that you cannot even imagine. Your love saturates me like a warm rain, I feel washed by it to the very depths of my heart.

Is there anything in you that does not deserve my love - body, mind, tenderness? You are open in soul and strong in mind, there is very little poetic in you, but you are a real poet. Everything about you is lovely, you look like your chest, just as snow-white and soft. None of the women I knew before can compare to you.

It is unlikely that those whom I desired are equal to you. Sometimes I try to imagine your face in old age, and it seems to me that even then I will love you, maybe even more.

Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller - Charlotte von Lengefeld

Is it true, dear Lotta? Can I hope that Caroline read in your soul and conveyed to me from the depths of your heart what I did not dare to 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.

Often, when we were still living together, I gathered all my courage and came to you, intending to open up, but courage constantly left me. I saw selfishness in this striving of mine; I was afraid that I cared only about my happiness, and this thought terrified me. If I could not be to you what you were to me, then my suffering would upset you. With my confession, I would destroy the wonderful harmony of our friendship, I would lose what I had - your pure, sisterly disposition.

And yet there were moments when my hope revived, when the happiness that we could give each other seemed to me infinitely higher than absolutely all reasoning, when I even considered it noble to sacrifice everything else to him. You might be happy without me, but you would never be unhappy because of me. I vividly felt this in myself - and on this then I built my hopes.

You could give yourself to another, but no one could love you more pure and tender than me. For no one else Our happiness could not be more sacred than it has always been and always will be for me. All my existence, everything that lives in me, everything dearest in me, I dedicate to you. And if I strive to ennoble myself, it is only in order to become more worthy of you, to make you happier. The nobility of the soul contributes to the 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 hamper your heart, let only your feelings speak. Confirm what Caroline let me hope for. Say 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 that only alien thing that has hitherto stood between us fall away, and let nothing interfere free communication our souls.

Goodbye, dear Lotta. 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.

…Do not hesitate to permanently ease my anxiety. I give into your hands all the happiness of my life ... Goodbye, dear!

Lord Byron to Lady Caroline Lamb

My dear Carolina, if the tears that you saw and which, I know, I should not have shed, were it not for the excitement that overwhelmed me at the moment of parting with you - the excitement that you should have felt during recent events; if all this had not started before your departure; if all that I have said and done, and yet am ready to say and do, has not sufficiently proved what my feelings are and always will be towards you, my love, then I have no other evidence for you.

God knows, never before this moment did I think that you, my love, my dear friend, could be so violent. I can't express everything, now is not the time for words. But I will feel a sense of pride and take sad pleasure in the suffering that you have experienced. And because you don't know me at all.

I'm ready to leave, but with a heavy heart. After all, my appearance this evening will put an end to any ridiculous story that the events of this day could give rise to. Do you now think that I am cold, ruthless and self-willed? Will others think so? And your mother? The Mother to whom we must sacrifice much more, much more than she will ever know or imagine.

"I promise not to love you"? Ah, Carolina, those promises are in the past! But I will explain all the confessions in due course and never cease to feel all that you have already witnessed; even more than that - what my heart knows and, perhaps, yours. May God forgive, protect and bless you forever. most devoted to you
Byron

P.S. This is what your mockery has led to, my dear Caroline. Is there anything in heaven or on earth that could make me as happy as you once made me? And now no less than then, but more than now.

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God knows, I wish you happiness. Even if I leave you or you, out of a sense of duty towards your husband and mother, leave me, you will understand that I am telling the truth when I promise and swear that no person, no occupation will take the place in my heart that belongs and will be belong to you forever, until my death. You know, I would gladly give up everything here or even in the afterlife for you, so can my motives be misunderstood?

I don't care who knows about it and how it can be used - it's for you, only for you. I was yours and now I am yours, completely and completely, to obey, honor, love you and fly with you, when, where and how you please.

Honore de Balzac - Countess Evelina Hanska

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, barely perceptible, 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 Good night!

Francois Voltaire to Olympia Dunoyer

It seems to me, dear young lady, that you love me, so be ready in these circumstances to use all the power of your mind. As soon as I returned to the hotel yesterday, M. Lefebvre told me that I must leave today, and I could only put it off until tomorrow; however, he forbade me to go anywhere before departure; he is afraid that madam your mother will not inflict an insult on me, which may resonate with him and the king; he didn't even give me anything to object to; I must certainly leave without seeing you. You can imagine my despair. It might have cost me my life if I did not hope to be of service to you by depriving you of your precious company. The desire to see you in Paris will console me during my journey. I will no longer persuade you to leave your mother and see your father, from whose arms you were pulled out to make you unhappy here.

I will spend the whole day at home. Send me three letters: one for your father, another for your uncle, and a third for your sister; this is absolutely necessary, I will deliver them at the agreed place, especially the letter to your sister. Let the shoemaker bring these letters to me: promise him a reward; let him come with a block in his hands, as if to correct my shoes. Attach to these letters a note for me, so that when I leave, this will at least serve as a consolation, but, most importantly, in the name of the love that I have for you, my dear, send me your portrait; make every effort to get it from your mother; he will feel much better in my hands than in hers, for he already reigns in my heart.

The servant I send to you is unconditionally devoted to me; if you want to give him to your mother as a snuff-maker, he is a Norman and will play his part very well: he will give you all my letters, which I will send to his address, and you can forward yours also through him; you can also entrust him with your portrait.

I am writing to you at night, not yet knowing how I will leave; I only know that I must leave: I will do my best to see you tomorrow before I leave Holland. But since I cannot promise this for sure, I tell you, my soul, forgive me my last, and, telling you this, I swear by all the tenderness that you deserve.

Yes, my dear Pimpetochka, I will always love you; even the most windy lovers say so, but their love is not based, like mine, on complete respect; I bow to your virtue as much as to your appearance, and I only pray to heaven that I may be able to borrow your noble feelings from you. My tenderness allows me to count on yours; I flatter myself that I will awaken in you the desire to see Paris; I am going to this beautiful city to beg for your return; I will write to you with each mail through Lefebvre, to whom you will give something for each letter in order to induce him to do his job properly.

Farewell once again, my dear mistress; remember at least occasionally about your unfortunate lover, but remember not for the sake of being sad; take care of your health if you want to save mine; above all, be very secretive; burn this letter of mine and all subsequent ones; better you be less merciful to me, but take more care of yourself; let us console ourselves with the hope of a speedy rendezvous, and let us love each other all our lives. Perhaps I myself will come for you; then I will consider myself the happiest of men; as long as you come, I will be quite satisfied. I want only your happiness, and I would gladly buy it at the price of mine. I will consider myself greatly rewarded if I know that I have contributed to your return to well-being.
Farewell, my dear soul! I hug you a thousand times.

A few days later. (1713)

I am being held captive on behalf of the king; I can be deprived of life, but not love for you. Yes, my dear beloved, I will see you tonight, even though I have to lay my head on the chopping block. For God's sake, do not speak to me in such gloomy terms as you write. Live but be secretive; beware of madam your mother, as your worst enemy; what am I saying? Beware of everyone in the world and trust no one. Be ready for the time when the moon appears; I will leave the hotel incognito, take a carriage and we will rush faster than the wind to Sh .; I'll grab ink and paper; we will write our letters; but if you love me, console yourself, call on all your virtue and all your mind to help ... Be ready from four o'clock; I'll be waiting for you near your street. Farewell, there is nothing that I would not endure for you. You deserve so much more. Farewell, my dear soul.

Catherine the Great to Prince Grigory Potemkin

November 15, 1789

My dear friend, Prince Grigory Alexandrovich. It’s not for nothing that I love you and favored you, you completely justify my choice and my opinion of you; you are by no means a braggart, and fulfilled all the assumptions, and taught the Caesars to defeat the Turks; God helps and blesses you, cover you with glory, I send you the laurel crown that you deserve (but it is not ready yet); now, my friend, I beg you, do not be arrogant, do not become proud, but show the light the greatness of your soul, which is just as unhaughty in happiness as it does not lose heart in failure. Il n'y a pas de douceur mon ami que je ne voudrais vous dire: Vous etes charmant d'avoir pris Benders sans qu'il en aye coute un seul homme.

Your diligence and labor would have multiplied gratitude in me, if it were not already such that it can no longer be increased. I ask God to strengthen your strength; I was very worried about your illness, however, having no letters from you for more than two weeks, I thought that I was messing around with Bender, or started peace negotiations. Now I see that my guess was not without foundation. I will wait impatiently for Popov's arrival; be sure that I will do everything possible for your entrusted army of the generals, evenly for the army: their labors and zeal deserve it. As soon as I receive the promised note on the Caesar's awards, I will also tell you my opinion.

I am curious to see the letters of the ruler of Volos and the former captain-pasha about the truce and your answers; everything already has the smell of the world, and thus is not repugnant. The plan for Poland, as soon as I receive it, I will consider it and will not leave you to give a decisive answer as soon as possible. In Finland, it is extremely necessary to change the boss, you can’t rely on the current one in anything; I myself was forced to send salt from here to Neishlot, for people without salt are in the fortress; I ordered the meat to be given to people, and he delivered the meat to Vyborg, where the meat rotted without use; will not decide on anything; in a word, he is incapable of leadership, and under him the generals play pranks and intrigue, but do not do things when it is proper; From this you can judge how much change needs to be made there. I granted the young man sent from you a colonel and aide-de-camp for the good news. L'enfant* trouve que vous avez plus d'esprit et que vous etes plus amusant et plus aimable, que tous ceux qui vous entourent; mais sur cegi gardez nous le secret car il ignore que je sais cela; for your very affectionate reception they are extremely grateful; their brother Dimitri marries Vyazemsky's third daughter.

Alexander Griboyedov - Nina Chavchavadze

Darling. Tomorrow we leave for Teiran, which is four days away from here. Yesterday I wrote to you with one of our subjects, but then I calculated that he would not reach you before twelve days, and also to M-me Macdonald, you will receive my envelopes together. My priceless friend, I feel sorry for you, I feel sad without you as much as possible. Now I truly feel what it means to love. Before, I parted with many, to whom I was also firmly attached, but a day, two, a week, and longing disappeared, now the farther from you, the worse. Let's endure a few more, my Angel, and let's pray to God that after that we will never be separated again.

The prisoners here drove me crazy. Some do not give out, others do not want to return. For them, I lived here for nothing, and absolutely for nothing.

Our house is magnificent, and cold, there are no fireplaces, and from our barbecues everyone's heads are dry.

Yesterday I was treated by the local Vizier, Mirza Nebi, to take him married the daughter of the local Shahzada, and the wedding feast lasts fourteen days, in a huge courtyard there are several rooms in which refreshments, delicacy, dinner, the whole courtyard is covered with a vast linen canopy, in the form of a tent, and richly lit, in the middle of the Theater, various performances, like those that you and I saw in Tabriz, there were up to five hundred guests around, the young man himself appeared to me in rich decoration.

However, darling, our wedding was more fun, although you are not Shakhzadin's daughter, and I am a humble person. Do you remember, my invaluable friend, how I wooed you, without intermediaries, there was no third. Remember how I kissed you for the first time, soon and sincerely we got together, and forever. Do you remember the first evening, how your mother and grandmother and Praskovya Nikolaevna were sitting on the porch, and you and I in the depths of the window, how I pressed you, and you, my dear, blushed, I taught you how to kiss harder and harder. And then I returned from the camp, fell ill, and you visited me. Dushka!..

When I turn to you! You know how scared I am for you, it always seems to me that the same thing will happen to you again, as it did two weeks before my departure. Only hopes that Derejana, she sleeps lightly at night, and will not leave you. Kiss her, my dear, and tell Philip and Zacharias that I thank them according to your letter. If you are satisfied with them, then I will be able to make them satisfied.

Just now I looked around the local city, rich mosques, a bazaar, a caravanserai, but everything is in ruins, like the local State in general. Next year, probably, we will pass these places together, and then everything will seem to me in the best possible way.

Farewell, Ninochka, my little angel. Now it’s 9 pm, you’re probably going to bed, and I’m already on my fifth night, like insomnia at all. The doctor speaks from coffee. But I think for a completely different reason. The yard in which the wedding is celebrated is not far from my bedroom, they sing, make noise, and not only am I not disgusted, but even by the way, at least I don’t feel completely alone. Farewell, my priceless friend once again, bow to Agalobek, Montis and others. I kiss you on the lips, on the chest, arms, legs and all of you from head to toe.

Sad all your A. Gr.
Tomorrow is Christmas, I congratulate you, my dear, darling. It’s my fault (my own fault too) that you spend this big holiday so boringly, in Tiflis you would have fun. Farewell, my all bow to you.

Love letters from Alexander Pushkin to Natalia Goncharova, an unknown lady and Anna Kern

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 cares 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 ...

Moscow, end of August.

I'm going to Nizhny, without confidence in my fate. If your mother decides to call off our wedding, and you agree to obey her, I will subscribe to all the motives that she pleases to give me, even if they are so thorough as the scene she made me yesterday, and insults, with which she pleased to shower me. Maybe she's right and I was wrong in thinking for one minute that I was made for happiness. In any case, you are completely free; as for me, I give you my word of honor to belong only to you, or never to marry.

I suggest reading the letters of famous people to your loved ones. Over time, these letters became public knowledge, and we can find out not only how specific people wrote about love, confessed their feelings, but also how people of those times expressed their feelings in general, with what words, phrases.

Today, in the era of the Internet and mobile communications, the epistolary genre is dying out, but suddenly today you will have a desire to write at least a note (on paper!), A short message to someone you care about. You may be surprised at what you are capable of. In the meantime, you can learn this from famous people.

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 robs me of my mind, fills my thoughts with itself. 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 ... "

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.

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

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

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 worries are nothing but delusion and madness. Away from you, I am relentlessly pursued 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 - Eveline Hanska

“How I wish I could spend the day at your feet; laying your head on your knees, dreaming about the beautiful, sharing your 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 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, barely perceptible, your kind lips, so sensual - let me tell you this, my angel of love.

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 am 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 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!" .

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 cannot, or lack the courage to tell you everything. Tell me, as an honest person, 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.

Do you have beautiful love letters?

1 option

Beloved, 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, the time when happiness will fill our loving hearts to the brim. I dream of quickly forgetting in your strong arms and, not noticing anything around, breathe with you in unison.

Only one man in the world can make me truly happy, and that man is you! My only one, my love! I love absolutely everything about you, I love every part of you. Your smile and touch is my heaven. I want you to never take your eyes off me, which makes my loving heart beat even faster. 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. Nobody can ever change that. You are constantly in my thoughts and desires about our life together. All I want is to have you by my side, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. I left the past in the past forever, like it never happened. I only think about the future, our joint future. Before I met you, I didn't even think it was possible. And with no one, time has never flown by so quickly that I 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 comfortable. My kitten, the most dear and desired, how I want to meet as soon as possible and feel the warmth of your palms warming my hands.

I myself don’t know why I’m writing all this, probably because my feelings for you are so strong that they ask to come out, demand that you find out about them. I can't shake the feeling that we've known each other all our lives. You know, when I saw you for the first time, the first thing I thought was: can we do something? As we both now know, it worked! I really treasure your smile, and it seems to me that now you are smiling. My sun, how heavy it is on my heart that you are not around now. I constantly think about you, I live in 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 your 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, whether it is a gray rainy autumn or a hot bright summer. I caress you with gusts of wind, embrace you with the rays of the sun. Together we will overcome everything, we can overcome 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 “love” is dearer to me than all riches. In order to make you happy, I am ready to sacrifice everything that I have. May my love keep you everywhere, wherever you are, whatever you do!

My beautiful, strong and wise, I thank you for absolutely everything, even for your shortcomings. My vermin 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 want any other happiness than the happiness of loving you and feeling that this 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's 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've been through a lot and we'll go through a lot more together. Rodnul, I won't give you to anyone. I love and appreciate.

3 option

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 futile. With my mind I understand everything, but with my heart I do not want to forget. I need to forget you, but it's beyond my strength.

You are my universe. Without you, I don’t need anything in this life and it doesn’t matter. Life is meaningless without you. I don't want to wake up without you, I don't want to breathe, because my oxygen is YOU! My life, I'm suffocating without you!

I don't hope to ever see you again. I know it's like I never existed for you. It hurts, but it's true and I accept it. Now this is the only way to get close to you and tell you about the love that tears 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 is bleeding 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 memories in which you are near. But you are not... 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 would not write to you again, but again I broke my promise. I need this, because I see you in everyone and in everything. You are everywhere. I am filled with you. The only meaning of my life is YOU. And even if we never meet again, know that I will always be only yours. Whoever I meet on my way, I see only your features in them, there is only YOU and no one else. I don't want it. I'm looking for you in others, but no one can replace you, you hear, no one. You are the only one, the only one, all the rest and your little finger are not worth it. I repeat myself, but you are my life, its only meaning, my soul. I know that you will never read these lines, but still, I'm sorry to bother you. You are just my illusion. I made you up. But it's the only way to talk.

Somewhere out there, in the depths of my heart, I sincerely wish you happiness. I'm scared, scared to be obsessive and annoying for you, scared to seem too frank. It's 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 no longer belongs to me.

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

4 option

I'm tired of trying to prove something to you. You are free to think the way you want. The only thing I want, Andrei, is for you to know that you are the cause of 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 the rest faded compared to you. I gave myself to you without reserve and regret.

Darling, I don't need anyone but you. I'm all yours. Don't let me go... Please be there. That's all I ask. I do not live when you are not around, I exist. You are my guardian angel, my crazy passion... I want to belong only to you, to obey the power of your touch. How I want to be there now, to give you the tenderness of my kisses ... I want you. You alone. It drives me crazy. Until our meeting is an eternity, but I will definitely wait for you. Before meeting you, I was frightened by the speed with which time flies, and now, when you are 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 you as beloved, dear and good as in our better days. The passion that I felt for you then did not fade away, it is addressed only to you alone. You are my crazy love...

I will never change you for anyone. I'm not interested in temporary hobbies and easy flirting. All this is not for me. When you talk to me about love, my hands get cold and my pulse quickens. My imagination paints a joyful picture of you wrapping your arms around me and softly whispering "I love you". I voluntarily gave myself into the captivity of this love. I don't want freedom, I don't want to let anyone into my world but 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. Love you…

5 option

Hello, my dear, my dear person.

Do not be surprised if you stumble upon my letter on one of the sites. Today, no one is surprised by this. Gone are the days when people were embarrassed to write beautiful love letters. I am not ashamed of my feelings and I am not ashamed of them. I can boldly speak about them without fear of judgment. I am not afraid of the thought that someone other than you will read about it. I will not blush, on the contrary, I will be glad if this letter awakens similar feelings in someone ...

My beloved, this is not just a love letter - this is my love song dedicated to you. I appreciate your feelings, giving rise to a gentle thrill in my soul. I know how you feel every time you think of me. Few people today are able to love like this ...

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 a reality.

Not infrequently I imagine that my letter is already in your hands, I imagine how you read it, inhaling the scent of the pen with which it was written. What you read makes you smile.

Letters from loved ones are always dear to the heart. Many have long abandoned the habit of keeping them, but you and I will keep them just as we will keep our feelings. One day, our children will read these letters, through 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 go around it entirely. But you and I have our own world, which is always with us, it is securely hidden in our loving hearts. Our separation will not last long. I sincerely believe in it. And every time, re-reading these lines, you will again fall into my world, and when we meet, our worlds will reunite and become one whole - love and tenderness.

With trepidation, I seal the envelope and dropping it into the mailbox, imagining that it has already reached the addressee and stirred up in his heart dreams of an early meeting.

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

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!

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!

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!

Always yours, my love! John Keats"

Alexander Pushkin - Natalia Goncharova

Moscow, in March 1830 (Chernovoe, in French.)

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! ..

Alfred de Musset - George Sand

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!" .

Leo Tolstoy - Sophia Burns

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:

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.

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Erotic mail

Dear, hello! I am writing to you as emotions overwhelm and overwhelm me again. Please read everything from start to finish. This is important to me, because you will read a lot of "magnificence" that comes from my soul.

When I first saw you, I started to go crazy. From your appearance… You are so desirable….. From the tips of your hair to your toes! Yes, there is no one like you .... No, because….

My desires

I want to touch you, gently, gently, stroking every inch of your body. Touch with fingers, handles, tongue. How do you like it better? I 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 he was afraid for nothing. I'm yours! I am completely yours! It annoys me so much the way you undress me…. I'm ready to kiss your hands. Can I? .. First - hands, then - neck, chest, tummy, and further, further .... You love kissing me in that sequence. I learned this from you. I also learned to search and find certain zones. Your whole body is covered with them! I'm proud of it, but surprised. I have never met anyone like you anywhere. 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, previously caressing, without ceasing .... You can do it! You know how to caress so sweetly that I could never say no to you. 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 on fire, and I love to tell you all this again and again ... To say and repeat .... Almost every second! I love it when you turn on. I love to feel how your baby swells .... I like to take it in my hands, playing with it with manicured nails. I know how to do it without hurting you. You should have seen, in these moments, your eyes! In their brilliance - the buzz of appeasement. I read from the look that you want more and more, that you want these games to never end. And I'm ready to continue them to infinity!

It's nice to see that you're happy

I'm bastard when I see that you are pleased with me. It seems that at such a moment you are capable of anything for me. But I don't like taking advantage of you. All I need is your body. The whole body is yours! I can't do without it! You will say that I am the most vulgar vulgar thing in the Universe, but I will not pay any attention to it at all. I will undress you again, abruptly tossing every piece of clothing far out of the room. As long as you do the same with my clothes…. I will kiss you relentlessly. Kissing you is something magical. I'm sorry that sometimes I bite and you feel pain. I don't do it on purpose, to be honest. It's just that my love overwhelms me, I cease to control myself completely. But what am I explaining when you understand everything yourself? .. I'm sure that you feel the same way. But you do not say it, but give it 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 escaped, as if to freedom, from the depths of the soul, suddenly .... You yourself then were frightened and did not expect. Even ashamed, although it was not necessary. You heard my moans too. They have always (were and are) real, not some arrogant, not artificial.

You love my moans so much! You compare them to the music of passion. You do everything to make 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, like the most native words in the world. Then she whispered something like “more…. more…. more….". Yes, I do not remember if these words were. The main thing is what we felt when our bodies and hearts flew away from 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 after intimacy did not try to get it. I want to feel and feel you inside me. Kind of a strange desire, isn't it? And we, women, are all with some oddities ....

I also want us not to waste (not waste) every minute for nothing. I want, as then in the hotel .... Do you remember how we made love without ceasing? We forgot about food, and about time, and about fatigue ..... We lived in each other! They just drank, grapefruit juice in between, and ran to the shower. After the shower - again intimate .... Yes, for several days. If you told your friends, they would be envious for sure! By the way, you asked if the size of your baby suits me? He is better than I thought! How much can he... Awesome! The main thing is that a lot can be done without getting tired. Sex giant! You do not offend, I hope, my such a compliment? I never told anyone! Your baby is the sweetest. Because when it was our first time, I did not feel any pain at the first intimacy. Oh, how the phrases are confused! It's all emotions, emotions...

I hope no one reads my letter except you? I don’t consider our telephone conversations, which “met” with us when you were on business trips, to be vulgar. We missed each other so much! I wonder if the operators listened to us? This would be heard! It all started, of course, with questions and very banal ones .... “what are you wearing now?”, “what panties are you wearing?”, “what color panties?”. I loved it all so much... I just couldn't sleep afterwards. I wanted to really feel you so much .... I know 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…. Please take care of yourself. And take care of your strength so that we can enjoy each other for a long, long time. I want you, I love .... Take me, dear! I'm already waiting for you... If 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 the 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 -

Correspondence of poets love letters. A letter to a loved one about feelings. Who to whom: Honore de Balzac - Evelina Ganskaya

Denis Diderot - Sophie Volan

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Constanze

Victor Hugo - Adele Fouche

Beethoven to his Beloved

Jack London - Anna Stransky

Napoleon Bonaparte - Josephine

Napoleon Bonaparte – Josephine in Milan

Mark Twain - Livy

Wagner - Mathilde Wesendonck

Charles Darwin – Emma Wedgwood

John Keats - Fanny Brown

Alfred de Musset - George Sand

Henry VIII - Anne Boleyn

Gustave Flaubert - Louise Colet

Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller - Charlotte von Lengefeld

Lord Byron to Lady Caroline Lamb

Honore de Balzac - Countess Evelina Hanska

Francois Voltaire to Olympia Dunoyer

Catherine the Great to Prince Grigory Potemkin

Alexander Griboyedov - Nina Chavchavadze

Love letters from Alexander Pushkin to Natalia Goncharova, an unknown lady and Anna Kern

Napoleon Bonaparte - Josephine

Denis Diderot - Sophie Volan

John Keats - Fanny Brown

Alexander Pushkin - Natalia Goncharova

Honore de Balzac - Eveline Hanska

Alfred de Musset - George Sand

Leo Tolstoy - Sophia Burns

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Constanze

Erotic mail

My desires

Your divine warmth is my talisman

It's nice to see that you're happy

In my memories

By the way, about flights of feelings….

Can not live without you

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