Letter to Poline from Aron
January 09, 1914
Kishinev to Paris
Rue Vieille du Temple 41
[This is the address where Polya is staying in Paris in the Place de Vosges with her father and her four siblings Roza (aka Rose), Nina, Benzion (aka Bernard and ultimately Paul), and Avi (aka Adolphe and ultimately Edouard). Other aunts, uncles, and cousins are nearby.]
My lovely Polinka!
Greeting you from the bottom of my heart. Like the old saying goes, “let’s begin.” I started writing first. Awkward I know that I have to write to you, even my hand doesn’t want to write to you, because it seems that soon you will be coming to me and I will be talking to you. Imagine how you are far away from me, many hundreds of miles away. Life goes fast. I remember how I met you, but a lot of time has passed since, and it has been a nightmare to me. I cannot come to myself and I am still upset like crazy. My mood is really bad. I can’t talk, I can’t sleep, and I feel a big stab inside of my heart and soul. I can’t breathe, and I especially feel bad when I remember the horrible thing in Bendery when that ugly, huge, horrible strength took you away from me. I wanted to stay with you and help you from the bottom of my heart. I leave this topic since it’s difficult for me to talk about it. Thinking about [not clear] when I write this letter. I want to receive a letter from you badly with all details about your trip, about yourself, about how you feel. When you left me in Bendery and I had to go back to the station, I felt miserable and pitiful, felt taken away from the whole world. The only thing that supports me now is that in the near future we will see each other and we’ll be staying friends forever. I am begging you my good Pulinka not to get upset, not to be longing to throw away all the difficulties, and live just a usual life with the thought that soon you will see me again. Don’t feel lonely. If you will not be longing, it will be much easier for me to live like that. And my soul will tell about everything you are going through. I started my job now. Everybody is really quiet at the store. Nobody says anything. Not a single word to me. I like it that you left sooner. Everybody shut their mouth up, whatever they wanted to say. We destroyed their imagination like nothing happened. Now, dear Polya, write me about yourself, about everything from the moment you left me in Bendery. Bendery will always stay in my memory. Write about your travel, the road, if you felt lonely, what kind of food you ate, how many days it took, and who met you, and what’s going on with your home and family. Do they know about us? What do they say about us? With one word, write me about everything and a lot. If I missed anything, please add it yourself. That’s enough for right now. I wish you to be healthy and happy and spend your time with joy. Your beloved friend, Arnoldushka
I shake your hands and kiss you.
January 9, 1914
My handwriting is not very good because I feel suffering and my hand doesn’t write correctly. It is really difficult for me to describe something. All the best to you. All the happiness. Please send a response soon and tell me if you were able to read my handwriting.
[Note: This letter is not in Aron’s Notebook of drafts.]