131. К Диогену
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A deserted place - Kukuz, and, moreover, dangerous for living, constantly in a state of siege due to fear caused by robbers; but you, even without being in it, turned it into paradise. In fact, when news reaches us about your great jealousy, about your sincere and ardent love for us (and nothing is hidden from us, despite such a remote location of our location), then, considering your goodwill towards us to be our greatest treasure and indescribable wealth, we are imbued with such joy and draw from here such the greatest consolation that it seems as if we were living in the safest city.
If you want, in this way, to give us another new pleasure, then I earnestly ask you to honor us with your letters and notify us about your health. Although this is difficult due to the distance and the very significant distance of the place where we live from the main road, for someone who loves the way you love, even the inconvenient becomes comfortable. Think how much you will lend us if you write to us often, and give us this happiness. We are very sorry that, having now sent you two letters, we have not yet received a single one from your kindness.
The paragraphs in the text were arranged by us. – Editorial staff of “ABC of Faith”
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