Nezhnye pis'ma. Pro lyubov', pro tebya…

«Dorogoy moy chelovek. Mne kazhetsya, etomu miru sil'no ne hvataet nezhnosti. Toy samoy, nastoyaschey. Udushlivye ob'yatiya — est', prichinenie dobra — est', vospitatel'nye materialy — v izobilii. Zhestokosti — hot' otbavlyay. Nastoyaschey nezhnosti — malo. A ved' ona nuzhna nam. Oy, kak nuzhna. Nezhnost' probuzhdaet. Nezhnost' napolnyaet. Nezhnost' otogrevaet. Eti pis'ma — moy vklad v balans nezhnosti. Ty ne naydesh' v nih zhalosti, stenaniy, prichitaniy. Net, moya nezhnost' ne pro eto. Ya obnimu tebya, podam ruku, podderzhu, pomogu raspravit' kryl'ya i budu ryadom. Poydem, dorogoy moy chelovek, nam est' chto obsudit'».