And I share my impressions and my thoughts with you. I share with you the profound joy that comes to us from the far Ukrainian plains. The profound joy and living hope. I share with you my dreams of France rising from her torpor, of France leaving this cruel black night. France of the future, so close.

We must fight to reconquer the right to live with human dignity, to give dignity back to our France, darling, to give back liberty to the peoples, to rebuild Stalingrad, to build a new and better world.

Does that upset you, little one? It mustn’t. Fear nothing, you have removed nothing of my hate for the fascists or my love for the building of a better human society.

Goodbye darling, I am sad but brave. Because of you. For you.

I have not written for a long time, darling. You have only to look at the date of this letter. Yet I wanted to write more often.

It is you who have rendered me more human and consequently much more useful to the cause of humanity, than I have ever been before.

A great cloud came. And it was in the sea that I saw it come. Slowly it dispersed the ballet of pearls and with its massive body, it barred the way of the moon to the sea – it cut the luminous current of life. Everything became black.

It was during one of those days that I received the letter with the good news about Manka. I am profoundly happy to hear it. I see very clearly that you will love each other like very good sisters, very good comrades. You understand that I had a fever, so I pictured our arrival in Australia- yes, with our little Ouri – the joy, the beauty!

Everything in me revolts, everything harms me, my heart beats too quickly, the blood rises to my head, because I want you near me, very near – and you are far away.