Please forgive me for my lack of delicacy, but I must first and foremost apologise. What wouldn’t I give to kneel in front of you and beg for your forgiveness; Alas! The heavens are merciless, and I am not allowed to do so. Forgive me for not being by your side at this moment. Oh, I know it is too much to ask… If only you knew how guilty I feel for not being by your side, for not being able to alleviate your pain, or at least share it with you. I feel oh so guilty for being so far away, safe, far from the woes and terrors that fill your days. There is not one day when I don’t think of you, and of all those who suffer from the war. How I would love to hold you close and to carry a little of the burden that weighs on your heart. My dearest, know that my heart bleeds alongside yours; I will not rest until the day you are free from the oppressor, until you live at home and without any fear for the morrow.
How I would love to give you the future you desire and deserve. How I would love to kneel at your feet and kiss your hands tenderly, whispering to you: “all will be well.”
It seems so difficult to find the right words; they all appear shallow to me. My neighbours have forgotten about your everyday life, I know, but I do not forget. How could I ignore the cruel life that you suffer, how could I go to bed without a thought for you and for your beautiful country that has already seen so much.
I must admit that my hunger has returned, and so has my sleep. I've heard that despite everything, you get used to such things. I can only imagine what you have to get used to... Yes, when I read the newspapers, when I read that hearing the alarms is part of your daily life, that taking shelter becomes almost boring, I can see that I am not living this war. And yet, how could I live as if it were not unfolding? Aren't we made of the same blood, don't we breathe the same air? Don't we all have a heart that beats?
The indifference of those around me makes me sick to my stomach; I only want to grab them and wake them up! To hear that it does not concern them makes me lose hope in humanity. Between the indifferents and the oppressors... Doesn't the world know enough woes in normal times? Is it really necessary to go and lose one's humanity, torturing one's neighbor who hasn't asked for anything? Ah, forgive me, I am going astray…
Bien-aimée, for many years I have promised myself to visit a Sevastopol free of battles, free of oppressors, and now I hear that the city is once again in the midst of fighting. What a tragedy, what suffering your people and your country have endured. You know I am not pious, but I often find myself praying for peace.
I am unable to find the words that will make you feel better, I know that words can only do so much. Peace and freedom will come to you, I promise. Your people are good, and your fervour can only make you the victors. If you do not come to me, I will come to you. Forgive me for not being able to protect you; yet it is my deepest desire. I wish that evil would never come near you.
I send you my thoughts, and soft kisses, hoping that they bring you some comfort in these tumultuous times.