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I know that I rarely wrote to your honesty; but not out of my own free will, but out of necessity, I did this. The time of year, the desolation of the place in which we are confined more strictly than in prison, the small number of people who come here, the rarity of meeting people among us whom we could trust, and finally the illness that severely tormented us and kept us in bed all winter - all this involuntarily forced us to remain silent, but not in our souls, but only on paper. Consider that you received from us not as many as we managed to send, but much more letters. And you will find that this is indeed the case if you count not only those for which we have used paper and ink, but also those for which we would like to use them. In our souls we constantly wrote to you, we are always inseparable from you, and neither the distance, nor the length of time, nor the unfortunate state of circumstances, nothing can weaken our disposition towards your honesty. It will always remain in us unchanged, and even if we were removed to a country even more deserted than this, we would go there too, imprinting in our hearts and taking with us our zealous and ardent friend. Such is sincere love: it does not yield to time, place, distance, or the bitter state of circumstances. However, you know this yourself, since you yourself know how to love sincerely. The paragraphs in the text were arranged by us. – Editorial staff of “ABC of Faith” You might be interested in: