Most beloved friend of mine,

Starting today, during an amount of time which I could only fail to foresee, I set this space for practising those rusty language skills of mine. The very same which haven’t been put into practice for such a long time.

Alarm not, for it is gibberish, and little more.

Would you experience the urge to correct me during the course of your reading throughout these many a quaint manner, please do so. I shall be most grateful.

May these words find you well.

Yours truly,

E.K.

Dearest Lady,

I bring these words to you in hope of you are doing well.

Having returned from the journey, I shall no longer await. Ever since the glance of thy breathtaking beauty I’ve gotten this urge to beseech you.

The moment I saw thee I could do little more than trembling for equal in dread and in longing. And to fall for thy grace.

May I rejoice in the grace of thy presence? Shall the two of us meet one and other? Are these lips of mine to taste the silk of thy kiss?

Yours eagerly,

E.K.

Dearest young man,

My apologies to thee for you have fallen for me.

Could it be thy journey it was about meeting a sweet young Lady of yours?

Need not to respond, for the answer I know.

During the journey, did the young Lady extend you an invitation for breakfast in a fine tavern, did a third friend show interest in thee, did the three of you have a sushi for dinner or did she bring a present for you, its figure resembling that of a lovely hedgehog?

I keep for myself thou are not versed in the language of love. The young Lady pursued you to depart from hers. I enchanted you shortly before, for the matter of clearing the rough from such thorny path.

Feel bad not for falling for me, young man. In my world, love potions do exist for those who may afford it. Potions are of a different nature from love, of course. Yet those of you who are young at heart could barely tell one from the other. I may have played tricks on you.

Did the two of you farewell shortly afterwards?

Was it the same people who introduced you both who later introduced yet another lovely friend? Was she equal in beauty, greater in age, larger in wisdom? Had she enchanted you as well for a week or two? Then, out of the blue, had she departed too?

It is the common for the young for acquiring practice in departure. All together such we act.

That’s how it works. This is what we do.

May you find love in tender companion.

A.

Dearest Lady,

It is with great grief I acknowledge thy words.

Nevertheless, right thou art.

Let it accept it. Elder in thought, novice at heart, the smoothest taste of thy tender mouth could only shred this heart to rags.

Thus, farebest it is, for well alone would fall but short to extent of thy beauty.

Truly,

E.K.

Most beloved friend of mine,

Writing letters to none here in the lone, I’ve become to realization that the sole purpose of love letters is students to practise their writing.

Such may have been true even back in the days when email and computer did not exist.

Apart from these, there is little more to tell you about me.

It is a period a great uncertainty. Savings may dry up in a matter of weeks. The more I discover about the industry, the fonder I become of dogs. And how much I do dislike such horrendous beasts. One of those bit me in the leg a few years ago, as I wandered the streets, would you believe it? To make things worst, I find it hard to believe there are something different. Not to mention something better.

The sole idea of ceasing to exist becomes more and more appealing every second. Unfortunately, no one method is known for quickly and painlessly committing suicide. Censorship would never allow such sensitive information to pass through media.

Would this idea of defeat, installed on every one weak loser, be the administration’s victory? Uncertainty, secrecy and despair seem the administration’s strategy for the weak to foresee nothing beyond their immediate short-term. If it’d be so, such a fantastic enterprise it’s theirs.

All the best for you, my most beloved stranger.

Love.

E.K.

Dearest Miss M,

Long time it’s been since your presence enlightened my day and night.

Eagerly I await for refreshing the sight of you.

Is this lonely traveler to cross along the valley of thy chest, navigate the soft tides of thy heaps to arrive at the salty shore of thy thighs this evening night?

Shall I expect to see you tonight? Please, do say yes, shall thee?

Yours eagerly,

E.K.

Dear Sailor,

Await no longer. Will the two of us see each other tonight, for tonight the young dwell safely in other’s house.

Beware, though.

The time Sun sneaks her slender fingers down the room for caressing those thick curtains, thou shall depart. Daylight comes, yet not alone. Daily ado, it comes along.

Yours,

M.

PS: While you are at navigating the neighborhood brave tides, bring some fine beverage, will you?

Dearest Miss M,

Fear not, for it is moonlight that I seek, and day and night are not to meet.

Does it matter whether the beverage of choice cost no more that 3 Prg? The enterprise of navigation has been scarce lately. Anyway, I shall drink nothing but your sweet lips.

Yours,

E.K.

Most beloved friend of mine,

In response to your letter hitherto delivered, yes. I believe I am aware of it.

I am pleased you found a young honest doctor caring for his patients in the land of yours. His name has reached the shore in the recent days.

The young man has recently graduated with honors in Vet school. Take care of scheduling an appointment now, before his agenda levels those of all other doctors alike.

How’s all going in Krovach? I heard there’s a massive education strike. Is that so? It brings to memory the Strike of the Old Days. Have you ever been told about it?

Centuries ago, Belvile region and Krovach region were one and the same. As a matter of fact, it was all Krovach. Then, for some reason, schools and universities all went on strike. During many months, all sorts of negotiation, menace and strike were put on and off the table. Nothing solved it. Then someone suggested a novel fight. Firstly, a few university professors, shortly after a few more schoolteachers, they all began imparting truth. It all went crazily soon afterwards.

Those people were among the pilgrim who later on were expelled to the region which nowadays is known by the name of Belvile.

Be well my friend.

With all of my love.

E.K.

Dear Miss B.,

I expect these words to cause no inconvenience to you. Ever since you and I exchanged writing addresses in the tavern that night, there’s been a matter which is for me to beseech you now.

May I invite thee to spend time with the one and the other?

Shall you accept it if I would?

May I invent an excuse for landing there where thee dwell, expecting the gentle caress of thy hands?

I would not bother a Lady on such a chore, yet ever since the glance of thee it feels as there’s no use in these hands other than to unveil thy skin from the burden of thy dress. Most lovely dress it is, otherwise.

Will it? Let it be yes, sweet Lady of mine.

Yours eagerly,

E.K.

Dearest young man,

In appreciation I take those many gentle words.

Yes, it may.

Shall you be welcome to step in the home of mine. Shall we share many a tender kiss.

Shall such delightful nights be yours and mine.

Beware, though.

The faintest Moon may pour its light over you and me alone, these nights.

Yet there are others when thousn’t around, hers same moonlight, whose tender kiss undress, and I.

Let us kiss, if thy will is. Yet, be aware, yours shall not be the only kiss I wear.

Yours truly,

B.

Dearest Miss B.,

Thanks for thy tender words.

Warned I have been. It’s fair and right. Shan’t fall for thee.

Let it be night.

Truly,

E.K.

Most beloved friend of mine,

I write to you in hope of you are doing well.

I continue to struggle with numbers in here. The kind of numbers which pay a rent, that is.

Fellow acquittance feel the situation is in need of pieces of advice more than it is of a home of my own and a steady source of income. Advice I did receive.

The first one indicated the uncertainty which menace these days and nights may have its root in complaining and in speaking aloud. Such I have recently done. I doubt such smart thoughts not. However, those would fail to explain the uncertainty which menaced all the other decades of life, greater in number, during which I complained aloud to none.

The second one suggested that it is reasonable to provide greater and better resources and money to those who diligently proved caring for it in the past. A reasonable argument it is, no doubt. It being so, it makes me wonder the reason for selecting doctors to treat their patients.

How is everything doing in Krovach?

With love,

E.K.

Dearest beloved Lady,

I write these words to you both in expectation and in the greatest of thrill.

Lovely and joyful it has been the time you and I spent along.

Thus, the urge to inquire.

What would you think, sweet Lady of mine, of you and I to cease in the generosity of our kiss and of our touch to those few fellow other than us?

Yours I am. Such is fact. Then yours I’ll be.

Right does it sound?

Please, do say yes.

Yours truly,

E.K.

Dearest beloved E.K. of mine,

It is with great grief that I acknowledge thy words.

Answer is no, dearest E.K.

Truth be told. Lovely and joyful it’s been such time. That is so.

Yet, I can’t offer you that which you long.

How to proceed from now to then? Be it thy call I shall respect.

Wish I delivered a sweeter word.

Sweet-sour ’tis one. Greatest of all.

Yours truly.

My dearest beloved Lady,

Thy honest words are for me to keep in the greatest of appreciation.

Did fall for you. That I can’t help.

Your sweetest kiss every now and then would only sting to worsen pain.

I make my call. It is farewell.

May be in the long, when tears dry up and heart repairs, then, you and I shall meet again.

Truly,

E.K.

Most beloved friend,

How is all doing? Hope it’s all well.

I do not seem to completely understand the industry dynamics.

I’ve become to realize it may not be so much a concern of the CV of mine, but that the industry of bouncing must be going through a period of uncertainty.

How much are you into the industry, dearest friend? I believe there’s little you know about it.

The bouncing industry deals with the machinery for bouncing. It supplies men and women of bouncing resources. Specially men. It provides bouncing resources to the elder and to the young. Specially to the young. Though there is a highly specialized share of the bouncing target which is exclusively composed by middle-agers and the elder. Such may be the richest share of target. In this context, richest means having a greater number of features than the other two thirds, of course.

Bouncing means, of course, the ability to bounce. In the field of marketing science, it accounts as rejection. Such accountability is taken care in open books, that which is called The Bouncing Bench. The Table, for short.

When it comes to matters of marketing, it seems reasonable to expect a greater number of rejection than of success.

This is particularly true when the delivery job is achieved by automation machines, sending massive amounts of invitations on behalf of its owner.

The usual workflow of invitation goes along the lines of ‘Dear customer, we invite you to …’. Bounce.

Bouncing industry is not entirely known by middle class. Other classes may have a deeper, closer insight of it. It is likely such insight may lack of symmetry.

As bouncing machines are tightly bonded to technology and communication, a great number of it are found on enterprises in the field of Technology and Communication.

Given the sensitive nature of the bouncing, those enterprises which advocate to the industry of bouncing are not stablished as such, but stay underground, below the costume of regular technology company. This is particularly true in the region of Krovach.

There is nothing bad or wrong with the act of bouncing, of course. It makes it wonder the reason for so many bouncers to keep it under the sea, though.

Be well and safe, my dearest friend.

Yours,

E.K.

Dear Lady M.,

In hope of you are doing well is that I bring these words to you.

I could but notice thy lovely presence in the surroundings of mine.

Thus, after just 3 weeks of deliberated thoughts discussed among myself and I, a rare brief period for who he writes, it is that I ultimately dare to inquire.

May I have a kiss with you? One kiss will do. One kiss it is, or two.

Expectantly wishing thy answer is ay.

Yours,

E.K.

Dearest young man,

I appreciate thy gentle words.

Shall not accept at present time. Effort and will already are comforted by beloved heart.

May I preserve thy gently words within safeguard?

Who is to say what future is to bring to mine? No creature is. Neither am I.

If fate decides, yet once again, my lonely nights, in future days thou I shall write.

Yours truly,

M.

Dear Miss M.,

I appreciate thy gentle words.

Please, yes do so.

If in the future thou me inquire, I may give you, up to an extent, gathering nights.

Yours truly,

E.K.

Miss P.,

Love is just a kiss away.

Are we going to kiss tonithg?

With all my love,

E.K.

Beloved E.K.,

You have got to be joking me, right? For real, is that you line?

And even so, it remains bright.

Better believe there’ll be some forthcoming kissing tonight. Not for your words, you shameless burglar, but for your eyes.

P.

PS – You misspelled the word tonight, sweet heart of mine.

Most beloved friend of mine,

How is all going for you, dearest friend?

In here news are sad. A faint of sorrow and grief are in the air. One of the old men ceased to exist.

There is no such concept as that of an Old Man there in Krovach, is there? I believe Krovach is not suited for anything or anybody to born and grow in there. Things do grow in there, that is certain. They just do badly. It is probably something to do with it being the horrendously enormous city it is. An Old Man could not exist in Krovach. Even if one did, Krovach is deliberately designed for him to stay unnoticed or ignored.

Old Men are not old, of course. It is for their matters they are called such.

In small country towns there frequently are group of fine Old Men. They tend to go unnoticed. Old men prefer acts speaking on their behalf.

I had the opportunity of knowing a few of them. Not just knowing them, but to admire their doings. They were fine lovely middle-aged men, who longed for their families to attend Voly lessons. There were a few Voly classes for beginners, yet none existed for teens in such small village.

Firstly, they bought and old building in a deplorable state. Old men are wealthy, of course. After stablishing it to decent conditions, they built a Voly field in it. Then went to the Mains for finding a professional Voly player, for the matter of imparting classes.

Such are common everywhere. Even in Krovach.

What makes an old man such is, classes were not for theirs alone, but for everyone wishing to attend. They did not just build a Voly school. They built a few, at different points within village.

Such remain common in some regions within Krovach, as well. Yet it is of a different nature. In Krovach, it is common to offer the poor imitation of a good thing for the poor. In many cases, the good one and the imitation are placed one in front of the other! I tend to believe they do it in order to economically disposing their leftovers, dumping it on the poor. Among the astute-ones, such behavior may be so when it comes to the matters of love, as well.

The Old Men I knew were subtly different. Everything built was equally good for everyone. Old men seem to rejoice in doing well and in others rejoicing. How could anybody explain it to the astute-ones in Krovach?

Sadness it is. Even though, it could be worst. It could be marriage.

Be well my friend,

Love.

E.K.