Can you tell me anything about that Russian doctor? If there was a chance of seeing him and if he was not too expensive I would go to Paris in the Spring and ask him to treat me…

Not a day passes but I think of you. It is sad that we are enemies. If only you would accept my love. It is good love—not the erotic bag kind.

But no. You cannot answer my letters. When my name is mentioned you cross yourself and touch wood.