My love notes

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

Hmm … It's been a long time since I received love messages … Valentines … Why? Am I so changed that I don't inspire anyone to write even a couple of lines? And then I understood and sighed with relief: how can I get them, if I hardly appear at seminars in graduate school, and no one has time for such romance at work. However, I regularly receive pretty cute emails by e-mail, but the text typed on a computer hardly looks as romantic as a checkered piece of paper torn from a school notebook, folded in four, on which is written in uneven handwriting: "I love you."

I got my first "love" note in first grade. The boy who liked me told me that I was a fool. I did not remain in debt by writing to him that he was a nutcase. Since then, a huge number of notes have been written and received, but many of them have sunk into oblivion, because the thought of leaving this "wonderful nonsense" as a keepsake came to me only in the 8th grade. I put all the notes and letters in a coveted bag, which I came across recently, sorting things out in a drawer.

Here is a sheet folded in a triangle, which was thrown into my mailbox in the 8th class: "April, it's me, your Star Knight Ilyusha. Call me, I want to tell you something." (Then on TV they showed cartoons about star knights, and the super-girl April was the girl of dreams of these fearless daredevils).

And here are two letters that always lie side by side. Two boys in the 10th grade gave them to me at the same time. And while they were drinking tea in one room, I read their letters in another: "All that was before was some dirty tricks. Before you, I have not met anyone so attractive and charming. I liked you at first sight. And you seem to have a good character …"

“You still choose, finally, who you like, whom you miss and with whom you are high. After all, no one would like to be in our place …” Well, I had to choose, since they pressed me to the wall. And although I liked the first letter better, I chose the second one.

And there was also a boy (I corresponded with him in preparatory courses at the university) who loved to write letters and notes in collaboration with someone. In particular, with Pushkin, Yesenin, Knut Hamsun and even with Yevgeny Khavtan from the Bravo group. I read, was delighted, and then realized that somewhere I had already heard or read it. Well, for example:

Yana, Yana! I suffer from joyless melancholy, I am languishing, I am dying, I am extinguished with a fiery soul;

But my love is in vain, you laugh at me.

Laugh, Yana, you are beautiful and insensitive beauty"

Foolish sentimentalism does not allow me to throw out this kind of waste paper. Or maybe it's for the best? After all, each note, like a time machine, is capable of transferring into a touching story of first love in the 5th grade and thirty-first in the 11th. Sometimes it becomes funny to tears, sometimes it’s sad. It is funny and sad to remember these childhood experiences, sometimes not inferior to adults. But in any case, it is terribly pleasant and warm that these notes and letters were, there were sorrows and joys associated with them, there were letters written in response, and, perhaps, also preserved …

Recently I was chatting on the phone with my first love, and this is what I heard: "You know, recently I was sorting out old papers, and I found your letter …"