Postcard to Poline from Aron
Picture of woman with a violin: “For whom are those moanings [groans] of suffering? For whom is my sad song?”
May 3, 1914
Kishinev to Paris
Rue Vieille du Temple 41
Supposedly I can’t understand why you haven’t received anything from me these days. I can name all of the dates when I wrote. Frankly, I didn’t write to you recently. Why? I explained that in a letter dated as of the 4th. I sent you a big blank piece of paper. This is the third day when I am free and I am resting. It’s kind of boring, though. My soul is striving towards you. All of the time I sit in the fresh air and I am recovered now and I even don’t want to tell you how much I gained. And then the answer is a bag of bones [skin and bones]. Somebody told me that Tsillie received a letter and a card from you on Thursday. Is it true? On Tuesday I will receive my paperwork, and I will be very happy. Best song will come tomorrow.