SO different from our current time when "wyd" is meant to signify interest. {insert huge eye roll}. Vladimir writes to his wife with an obsession passion that I enjoy slowly working my way through.
Quotes from the letters to vera...
I'm so sorry I wrote nonsense to you. My brains are disheveled- their hairpins have fallen out: just as there are bare-headed people, I'm somehow bare-brained... Do you understand?"
Without you I wouldn't have moved this way, to speak the language of flowers.
I am becoming more and more firmly convinced that art is the only thing that matters in life.
See you soon, my love, don't be angry with me. I know that I am a very boring and unpleasant man, drowned in literature... But I love you.
My delightful, my love, my life, I don't understand anything: how can you not be with me? I'm so infinitely used to you that I now feel myself lost and empty: without you, my soul.
How strange that although my life's work is moving a pen over paper, I don't know how to tell you how I love, how I desire you.
I'll have to see you forty-eight hours a day...
I'm loving these letters. Part obsession. Part entertaining. All love. Gorgeous.