Yvette to Henri.

30 July Vienna

So there it is, my love, I begin to worry, to lose the head. I am wrong, without a doubt. But I must leave in two weeks and the visa has not arrived. I went to the consulate again this morning. After your telegram, which arrived at Vienna on Sunday, I concluded that the visa authorization would have left Warsaw on Saturday. SO I will waited until tomorrow evening and send you a telegram if it’s not here. I am absolutely incapable of thinking of anything at all but you and of our reunion. How do you manage at work? [One and a half pages of repeat sensuous love].

Night. I stopped writing to you three hours ago. During that time I was sitting near the window and sewing. You see, darling, I haven’t changed; I am stylish and lacking pretty new things, I remake the old. DO you remember that beautiful green material (or was it blue, I don’t exactly know) that you sent me to Palestine from Italy? I have just re-made that dress. And I hope you like it. When I look through my clothes I immediately pick out all the ones you gave me; they are the loveliest Decidedly, darling, you have first-rate taste. I will never buy anything again without your advice. Or better still, I will let you do it. It’s a shame, darling. You will finish by removing all my independence! […] You also say in the same letter that we will have an apartment in six weeks. That seems magnificent […] Don’t worry about it darling. There will always be a little place for me even in a tiny little room without furniture. Above all, I beg you, don’t give yourself any trouble about this. […]

I don’t know what we are going to do about Zou Zou. I don’t want to leave him with Helene. There’s the matter of money involved and I don’t think that we can let her send him to Poland. There’s also the matter of my heart. I very much to have him with us. You don’t know how much he misses me and the idea of a little chap with a mother living so far away hurts me badly.  Is there a French school in Warsaw? That poor darling has already had so many changes that I would like at least that he could be educated in French. As for Helene, she could perhaps live with Jacqueline, I don’t know. That seems hard to me. It’s all a matter of housing. If we could find one near Paris, near Jacqueline I would feel easy about Helene and Grandmother and I would spend a winter without family torments with our Zouzou and you. I cannot prevent myself from touching on my duties towards Helene, And your kindness to her touches me more than I know how to say. We will have long talks about Helen, Zouzou and Jacqueline. […] You say that our child must be born in France. Oh darling, that is marvellous.  I don’t need to tell you about my thoughts; they are yours. I also thought that the child must be born in France. [. A page of joy and love.] I have several times written that I was not sure whether I wanted our baby to be born straight away or a little later. I have thought long about it and dreamed too. And now I now. It will come straight away. Do you want it darling? Tell me that you do. It’s good to say it now: next May our baby will be born. It will be a travelling baby. Before its birth having done the journey from France to Warsaw three times! For the third, I believe darling that we will need to have a couchette! My God, what a weird life! I wouldn’t want any other. It is ours. Think about that, darling. […]