Letter about a letter

           I was thinking about letters. They are speechless witnesses, they were and they will be so. Maybe time has already changed something but the soul of the letters is the same. We write letters because it's easy to write, easy to give your minds. The ''tongue'' of the letters is more frank and real, than the tongue that will accelerate the words. We prefer writing, because the reader won't see us, our eyes and won't feel the breath of our soul.

I can surely insist on the fact that letters are brave. They can break every obstacle during their way to the owner. They can give strength to the owner too, because sometimes we don't think about subsequent result. We make decisions without thinking. Sometimes we send letters waiting for getting solutions to our troubles. But most of the time we do so for not regretting, during that we think about the pleasure we get in case we realize our decision was the sole, we could made.

Be frank, I think letters can give even more than words do, they can be from the bosom of our heart. Words can take with them all sorrow and blessedness writer feels, or tries to transmit, sometimes without wishing to do that.

The most painful thing is the reader can negligently forget that he or she hasn't got a right to ignore the dictum which was the piece of you.