The second letter of Tatyana Larina

“I am writing to you, what more ... what can I say?” ...

My confession frankly
I'm afraid you tear up your soul ...
You lived still quietly,
Without knowing any worries or anxieties.

Until you appeared in your life
One cunning ...
And who would have thought?
What will we need each other -

Unity of views, thoughts, souls ...
And with surprise I catch myself thinking -
Why is not my husband?
So funny, frank
And impressionable such!

So laughing laughs
When he flirts with me!
He is never boring at all.
Talented and clever - this does not take away!

And under the influence of my
Poems really began to write ...
I am so pleased to communicate with him!
I can not find the words ...
The only thing I regret
What fate did not bring with him in his youth ...