Postcard to Pauline from Tsillie
May 14, 1915
From Kishinev to Mr. Goldberg, 617  E 135th Street, Bronx, New York

I refuse to understand what does it mean. It’s very nice. A new agreement for three of you. You, Ehrlich and Israel. Again, very nice. Since January, it is May now, no letters. I can lose my mind. You make me wait for so long. Write, write. Write for God’s sake. I would really beat you for those things. You know that Orzhahovskyi was resurrected. I received a postcard the other day. I kiss you. Your Tsillie.

My kiss to Humichka. [Huma is one of Aron’s sisters.] And I have a question why you are such bad children you are not writing to me. I should bite you instead of kissing.