"Letters to Eliza" is a tale of love. Letter No. 14

Eliza,
Today I am going to date you in the most magical cities. In them, your face will be illuminated, it will be exactly mine to the very last stroke. You will run towards me in a flowing dress along the alleys of mosaic Barcelona with its swirling architecture, street performers, pink and blue Picasso paintings and the smell of the sea. You will knock your heels on the pavements of Paris, washed by Renoir paints, past chirping Parisians and all twenty-three bridges, through dreams and the smell of baguettes soaring in the air. You will flow through the veins of Moscow - incessantly, as if you would never know fatigue again, but only rush along its rings, breathe with its feminine determination, love as you exhale. I will wait for you in dozens of other cities if you wish. I will be everywhere and at once, at the same time, I will wait for you, clutching lilies of the valley to my chest, so that you would sooner find me. I will paint your portraits with pastels, be reflected in rivers and glasses with tinkling wine. You just come to me. Where dreamers and poets come, it will be much easier for us to find each other.

Anastasia Volkhovskaya