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paper letters

ivanovishe 22.11.13 в 20:10

Long live the post! And now many may even not remember that the post still, like many years ago, when we used to use it, keeps on working, pleasing people by delivering them letters, real, live, in envelopes, with stamps. The post keeps on doing it even though almost everybody now has access to the telephone and Internet, and electronic mail and digital postcards, even the farthest ones, get delivered in just seconds. Today we started to forget how pleasant it is when you find a letter in your postbox. When you take it, scan it briefly, and sometimes dying of impatience, tear the envelope, then take out the sheets of paper, covered with pen writing and start reading just while ascending the stairs to your flat, stumbling upon the steps.

vladvic 13.03.14 в 02:34

In autumn I began asking my friends about their addresses. More than a half gave me E-mails, when I asked them “to send their address”. Then, when I specified my request, they tried to remember the post code and flat-numbers. In winter our letters went to different corners of Russia and Europe. Frankly speaking I personally haven’t written usual paper letters more than ten years, and there I felt a strong desire. But even now we rarely have the excess to the Internet. And the desire to communicate is in any case. So we started writing letters.

Yanne 31.03.14 в 06:25

I think that paper letters are like my favorite natural cucumbers instead of cucumbers without the smell, like vinyl records instead of mp3, like a samovar on firewood instead of a plastic electric kettle and like live music instead of a CD player. It is like a flame of the candle instead of electricity. It is something alive, beautiful…Well, it can be not always fast and convenient…But it is something really qualitative, contained the life and something from the persons who are involve in this.

Yanne 31.03.14 в 06:54

Our friends call, tell that have received letters and post-cards, they are pleased because they get them and thank us. They say that their children, who are already good computer users, have got the paper letter for the first time in their life and are very inspired. And we started to get little letters from children. Not all of them can write and we get pictures. Genuine, alive, childish.

Yanne 31.03.14 в 07:19

And we continue to write. It is the spring already. I ring to the post-office, we live in 7 kilometers from it. I ask to send letters with someone. The next day the old man carries our letters on sledges with houses. The letters become nearer. I go, cover the last kilometers, lag through snowdrift…And get the letter. Like in the childhood tear the envelope straight in the street, go along the road and read while going. Then reread, sitting on the stone near the brook, read and smile. After a while come into village. And we with Natalia read the letter once again, feel happiness together and write the answer.

Yanne 31.03.14 в 07:58

How many happiness is in the pair sheets of paper full of notes. Long Live Post!

Yanne 31.03.14 в 08:00

Probably it is one more reason why we are here now. For this simple happiness. Here they are in full view.

Yanne 31.03.14 в 08:01