“You write of war, but between the lines I read of love. I remembered that day when I first touched you...I don’t know what good these feelings that are awakening me could bring. It’s frightening- and sweet. You won’t beat me to it, my dear friend, you won’t be able to. I will confess first...but no. Grigory Alexandrovich, we are not young lovers. Let us not hurry. I have not admitted anything, nor denied it.”