"Letters to Eliza" is a tale of love. Letter No. 12

Eliza,
Angels come to those who believe in them. They are as real as love. They have no wings or transparent bodies. They are here to hug us. Has it ever happened, Eliza, that on a day when it is especially rainy, and there is a lump in the throat the size of all human suffering, when you want to travel far, far away in an empty train, leaving everyone and everything behind, when they push around and your boots are soaked through, did you suddenly notice someone's gaze directed at you through the gray coats of passers-by? This look pulled out of the crowd and wrapped you, in a second he was able to tell so much. And even though then he disappeared into the crowd, and everyone around with the same anguish hurried somewhere, you were different - transformed and pure. Angels live in the eyes, there it is easiest for them. It is difficult to find your angel among millions of such dissimilar views, but love is not at all easy to find. Remember that your angel is always there, that he looks at you through the eyes of children who do not know sadness, through the eyes of old people who through sorrow have learned wisdom, through the eyes of people who love you. And also, Eliza, know that an angel also lives in your eyes, and someone is looking for and waiting for him. Therefore, do not forget to take your eyes off the puddled asphalt and peer.

Anastasia Volkhovskaya