"Letters to Eliza" is a tale of love. Letter No. 6

Eliza,
Have you forgotten that mirrors lie? They lie, all without exception, even those that were made with love, even those that you try to smile at. Why are you standing in front of them? Why are you pulling yourself into the corsets of other people's prejudices? Even if it is reflected, then in the mountain rivers, whirling snowflakes and icicles hanging outside the window, the eyes of children with pupils in a pollitsa. If you look, then in yourself. There, at a depth of millions of lives, all the beauty that does not need feigned reflections. She is there and she is yours, all yours, without a trace. You are a well, Eliza, at the bottom of which is all unconditionality. Look into it, fall, fly, fear nothing, there is only love.

Anastasia Volkhovskaya