He just got a call from America. Pete's brother, my Uncle Leo, had a heart attack in New York, and when I came "first", he was already dead. How awful!Uncle Leo's wife, Rose, died in January from ovarian cancer, and now here he is. He was forty-eight. In forty-eight years of dying from a heart attack! So my poor cousin, Gordon, comes to England to live with us. That's exactly what he called "fast" - well, everything. Imagine, seeing right before your eyes father dies.And he also, and their only child. Perhaps he's in a terrible state, poor thing. I hope he will like us. As far as I know he was raised in a strict faith, I can not imagine what an impression it will make our family life. Our ideas of limited kosher bun with bacon.Gordon and I have never met. And always imagined that he had a black beard - nonsense, of course, because it is about our years with you. Semnadtsatvosemnadtsat, something like that. Results of the day are: peace in the family Fendemanov broken, but I will next week brother, who will talk. And I can talk about you.And that, my Neddy, much more of what I waited on you. "He won the match. Mine, played pretty well. Reads a lot. Very often I think of you." To quote the most interesting places. I know you are busy with exams, but then I am too. Do not worry. Any your letter makes me shiver.I look at the letters, learn your handwriting, imagine how your hand moves across the paper, and that is enough, that I began to squirm, as if exhausted by love chime. I imagine the hair while you write, you fall down on his forehead, and it makes me squirm and let the foam from his mouth, like ... like ... Okay, this we still talk.I think of your feet under the table, and me start to play and sparkle millions of trillions of cells. On how you are crossed "t", I have engaged in spirit. I hold an envelope to his lips, imagine how you licked it, and my head starts to spin. I'm psyched, sleep, boring, snotty and tearful young lady, and I love you beyond measure.And I want, I want, I want the next term you can not go back to his school. Drop it, and be as free as we are. You do not necessarily always come to Oxford, right?I would never have become to go to university, which requires me to be stuck in it all winter trimester, after all the main examinations are dealt, and all the friends left - stuck out because of kakogoto additional entrance exam. How much can you lighten up? Why not act like a normal university?We'll go better with me in Bristol. The time we spend there a lot more fun. Watch the film Война супругов роуз online
. However, what am I to you keep asking? You have to do what you want to do. I love you, I love, love, love. Just came to mind. What if a teacher of art history that Saturday did not lead to your class at the Royal Academy?Suddenly he pulled her to return you to the Tate or the National Gallery? And you would not get in Piccadilly, not wrapped like to have breakfast in the "Hardrock Cafe," and I would not be very lucky, very happy, very distraught love girl in the world.