We are now on school holidays. It's beginning of April but here
it thaws only during the day when the sun is out and we have very strong
cold winds. I can climb to the roof, only Mama does not allow me to climb
because the neighbours complain. I climb on a plank resting against
the firewood pile and the roof. Papa, come back home
soon. We are doing well, the day before yesterday we went to the cinema
and saw "Vesennyi potok",
it was very interesting. And today we are going
to see "Vasilisa Prekrasnaya".
I do not bite my fingernails and
they are long. I shall write you about my grades for this term
after the holidays, they have not been given to us yet. Papa, I have
learnt 11 bars of the Canon. I play Bach. I shall soon be learning
Tchaikovsky's "Pokhorony kukly" †.
I do not play very well but I am
studying and I am going to play. Papa, I skied from the highest
hills and one of the skis broke and now I cannot
ski. Mama and I sawed firewood and I learnt how to split it.
Papa, when you are in Moscow send us books, and Mama asks to send the
Write us more often. Many many kisses.
Marina did not write, she is too lazy to [?], we'll send in another letter.