Postcard to Poline from Aron March 1, 1914 Before Execution A
Postcard to Poline from Aron March 1, 1914 Before Execution
March 8, 2018
Letter to Poline from Aron February 22, 1914 enveloped A
Letter to Poline from Aron February 22, 1914
March 8, 2018

Letter to Poline from Aron February 22, 1914 no envelope

Letter to Poline from Aron Feb 22 again p01

A Letter to Poline from Aron
No envelope extant
February 22/March 7 1914
Kishinev to Paris
Rue Vieille du Temple 41

My longed for Friend, my Polina, my happiness, my good girl, my kid. Now is Saturday morning, 7:00. Normally I wake up very early, usually between 4:30 and 5:00am, and then I stay in bed until 7:00 and you can imagine what kind of thoughts are coming to me. I can’t stop thinking about you. Some of my thoughts are very dark, that dark so that they can make a person crazy. The whole of myself is under the influence of the love to you. During the day and during the night I am absorbed with you. Apparently, the destiny has bound us together so there is literally no possibility even to imagine a life without each other. I strongly believe in your love towards me, in your feelings, and for that you receive the endless reciprocity. Now this hour when I came to you I took you for a walk and I walked with you with my beloved friend on the Sadovaya Street. We went to a park, to a garden, everywhere, and I shared all of my feelings with you. Now I have to sit lonely at home without my dear soul and, because of my longing, I take my quill and share all of my feelings with her in writing and it is as important to me as oxygen to a sick person. The weather is gorgeous, wonderful outside, and I in my soul am striving to you. I want to walk with you but somebody is saying “hold on.” You are far away from my eyes. However, I feel you very close in my soul and I can’t even think that you are far away. At the same time I had a very nice dream about our happy future when this separation will end. My soul is going to be alive soon at that very happy moment when I will be hugging my best friend at the historical place of our life, which is the train station. I am very nervous right now, and my heart is racing. I picture my happy opportunity to be with you in a room when you will be lying on a bed and you will be singing my favorite song to me and I will be sitting beside you applauding you and touching your wonderful, beautiful hair, and I will kiss you and….And …………………And…….. My God, my heart is breaking into pieces. God damn. Like crazy, I can’t wait until that day when it comes. I can’t think about anybody else or any other goals in my life than you. I leave my parents, brothers, sisters, relatives, and my home country just to give my heart to you. A very strong, unknown, and at the same time very sensible waves are throwing me to this way, towards my beloved friend to whom belongs my heart and my whole life. And I am asking you for the sake of it to be well, to live happily, to live with the same idea I live with, but you don’t want to. Instead you are suffering and because of that you are getting sick. In your postcard from Luxembourg, you are writing that you are afraid of the big fire. Don’t you know, my dear, my darling, that you are killing me with those words? Do you really want to kill me with your bad mood? Being your close friend, I advise you to throw away all these dark thoughts for the sake of the holy day for me and for you. Please try to live well. Do not long for me, and please listen to me because you are a good girl, and you know I love, don’t you? This week I received two letters from you and two postcards. The last one I liked a lot and I am very happy that the idea isn’t worth it, leave it, and better studying French because we will need it. My darling Polya, if it’s not difficult for you, would you please find out how much it costs a trip from Paris to Hamburg? I need to know it. Gutman is waiting for me. He wants to go to Paris together with me and from there to America. He doesn’t know anything about us, and I don’t want him to know. When we’ll be together, let him learn about us at that time. Why are you not answering my questions? I asked you a few serious questions. Did you write to Tsillie about what I asked you to write? I can ask you always to answer if and when you receive my letters. Please write to me everything in details and many letters because only your letters can support me during these two months. Now I work a lot at the store and come home very late. But when I come home and see a letter from you or a card, it makes me so happy. My God, you can’t even imagine my happiness, and I kiss you for that. I am very concerned that there is [no] letter from my sister from America. I am expecting a letter from my older sister from America every day now. Soon I will receive a shipscard. I am afraid that my younger sister can interfere with that. What is your advice? Is it possible that I travel with a governor’s passport under somebody else’s name? Or without? Isn’t it too risky to travel with somebody else’s passport? Please write to me how are you are doing. What’s new at home? How much is your father making? Can you buy everything you want? Everything. Everything. Uou are very good, Polya. Uncle Ukh loves you like crazy. Uncle Ukh will make you to oyde mooyatsa. Isn’t that true? This letter will arrive to you in a very historical day during the Jewish holiday (and you know the meaning of it). May your life bloom starting that day in happiness and joy. May my rose flower bloom all directions and I will be gardener for that fore forever taking really good care of it. I will always look at you with love like a good mother looks at her child. I can’t write any more. I even can’t sleep any more. My heart is rising now and takes me away from this table. You are the next one to write. I’ve already sent two letters and two cards this week. Please tell me if you received those. And please be careful with all of my letters. I don’t want anybody to see them because my whole life is in my letters to you. I kiss you many times, my dear good girl. Be healthy. Get well. Are you listening? Yours, Arnold.

On the other side: One more time I am asking you to send your picture to me. Mon chere amie.

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