“I’m writing to you… (crossed out)
So many years… (crossed out)
Hello! I haven’t spoken with you in ages, and I’ve been longing for these letters. I know, I know what you’ll say. Since the letter isn’t going anywhere, write every day at least. But I spent so much effort to forgive you, Elizabeth…
I won’t cross it out. I’m tired of it.
(blot)
I wanted to tell you. This year, the Winter prince’s sons entered school. One, of course, with Cassandra’s cohabitant. And another thing came… ta-daa!.. the girl who sees Spirals!
(wet stain)
Can you imagine—in the same year! You’re surprised?
(unclear)
What will you say? Yes, you can’t say anything anyway.
You know, I miss you so much. Damn it, I’m writing and spilling ink on the page… Anyway, I’ll burn this page, too—like the others…
I think this year I’ll go much farther To There. How I want to.
Soon the Celebration of the Revolution. Again, celebrating your death!
Damn, I can’t see well. Damn letters. Deaf? Hardly?
I couldn’t find the matches to burn them. I’m going to sleep.
See you… (crossed out)
Goodbye!”
From the diary of Mr. Rikmor