From a letter of Sergei Bodrov wife: …

Of letters of Sergei Bodrov wife: “I don’t know how people are dying We see it, but they don’t die And when you die, it’s sees someone else There are things that don’t need to know which not need to think about them nobody knows anything, You know, the first time in my life I want to have my own house to take Care of this, something to do I always think about how we live We’re very close relatives and very similar people With one hand is difficult, but in the main we’re feel the same and understand each other in the most important I really don’t know how people break up, but don’t they live in really several lives, Death is unambiguous, and no love And its inevitability is inherent in the model of life Itself is the inevitability of death Today too, I thought something happened: accident or something And I know I can’t think about that But it was almost as scary as the thought of you I can not love Honestly even worse And I just prayed to God and even agreed to what I feared yesterday, Thought I better you won’t love me anymore sometimes I Have this crazy feeling that we’re two different characters one person We like two twin brothers, separated at birth and met after many years, Something difficult, but the blood-the mother You are to me absolute fate And I believe in you and Believe you And I still love is more important than Regardless even, more important than life itself, than death Why? First, it is the only thing that can compete with it in terms of finality If a person had to die, the one who loved him, never stop loving Is obvious second, opposite, apparently, can not be I don’t know how love ends when love ends, apparently, it’s not her”

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