Love story about Russian woman and American man

Love story about Russian woman and American man

Made for Each Other

No More Snow

February 14 was coming and still there was not letter from Frank. All of a sudden I decided to send him a card for Valentine's day, but that thought disappeared after a while. It was too early to talk about any feelings. Our feelings were buried so deep inside and were so undefined yet…Another Valentine's day I met alone, all by myself without my Valentine.

Finally I put myself together and gave a call to my friend. In spite of all her protests I made her send to Frank quick note. Just to verify if he got my letter and answered it or not. E-mail was sent and again I began waiting. The time stopped for me…

The phone ring broke that dead silence and I heard the voice of my friend.

She read Frank's letter tome: "Yes, I sent you a letter on February 5, but it came back as I did not put enough stamps on it. I hope it did not get lost because I also sent you a few pictures of me."

He wrote how much he liked my picture in a red dress and how good was my English. He described the weather. Where he lived, on an ocean coast, was always warm and sunny. Since that letter our correspondence never stopped.

A few more times I made trips to my friend's place, then I relocated to the Internet-café.

I remember one of the evenings spent by the computer. It was really amazing to read words, which were written on the other side of the planet a few minutes away. What we have been writing each other about? Some sort of information we were trying to share with. I have been writing about my historical place, he has been writing about his modern one, the cozy and warm place on the coast side. I was describing the beauties of my city implying what a perfect guide I would be for Frank if he decided to visit. I was also trying to answer his endless questions about myself. He was not actually asking about certain things, he was not that annoying at all. Just he wanted to know about me as much as he could about inner me. I tried to do my best to reveal it. Again he asked about my idea of a perfect man. I gave something uncertain in respond. The typing was a hard process for me, as I did not learn the English layout yet. Then my friend's husband elbowed his way in to the computer and answered simply: "I liked your picture and your style of writing." To my surprise such explanation worked. In response I got an invitation to visit a place on an ocean side. Frank wondered if I had a swimming suit and wrote another phrase, which I kept in memory for the rest of my life. "No more snow in your life…"

We sent him an audio message, in which I could hardly squeeze out of myself a few English words. "Hi, Frank." "How are you doing?" and one more silly question like that. No comments followed. I realized I did a mistake. It was a right time to stop corresponding through my friends. It was a right time to start communicating tête-à-tête.

My friend and me went out for a smoke to discuss what was going on. I remember I admitted how scared I was of any changes. How difficult it would be to handle- a strange, unknown man, almost from another planet, another language, traditions and country. For that she told me: "You know, sometimes in life you have to something unusual, very difficult and you are afraid you would not be able to handle it. But the moment comes when you have to act and you start to see yourself from a side. You do what you are supposed to do.

And somewhere inside you surprise yourself with your strength and ability to be this way. I know you can do it. Don't be afraid. Your life is in front or you, it is in your hands.

I said good-bye to my friend. Since that time I continued correspondence with Frank without witnesses. We both had so much to discuss and talk about.

To be continued

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