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Мой восхитительный padlet by https://padlet.com/3engroup_sfedu/vneogr27l8lh Сделано смелым умом en-us 2017-02-19 10:35:20 UTC 2026-01-18 14:29:28 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet-assets.s3.amazonaws.com/icons/Hearts.png «I am writing to you that I love you... I want to write, but I'm not sure if I dutifully pen. Hope to see you holding me back, and I continue to talk to you, not even knowing whether I have come letters! Wherever they will not read: I love you" These words were wrote by famous author to his beloved woman.Nobody knows how she was looked like, but know, when they were crazy about each other.He had the family( wife and daughter), she was bachelorette, wise, humble, generous "Mademoiselle S." did not require the beloved more. She could hardly wait for him and she needed only his letters, full of revelations, thoughts, and feelings. More than five hundred letters tell of the anxious and lovely story of two lovers, the longest in thirty years. This correspondence was carefully collected by the descendants in a particular book, which still attracts attention with its romantic and deep.And this story is about the man, who always fell in love with different women, hit it off, asked they out, but only about Mademoiselle S. he thought the world of her. And she never married, remaining faithful to his beloved till the end. They seldom met, but the longer the separation lasted, the more it seemed the feelings, and the letters were to each other more often. Both were open-hearted and impulsive, but also were too noble, they could not hide their love but not be together resolved.Her mother tried to split that "bad romance" up and made a sharp and decisive steps. She read all the letters that came from him to her daughter, and then was taken maliciously and openly comment on love messages. Learning of this, the resourceful lover came up with an original style that could only be understood "beloved Sophie." The whole secret consisted in the fact that among the ordinary words, it was possible to catch hints of love and feelings. Dozens of gorgeous letters, where, among a long philosophical monologues were also a lot of jokes, entertaining and funny stories, made, finally, strict mother with all my heart to love a suitor of his daughter.Constancy in feelings was remarkable. Time passed, and the love blazed stronger. And after four years he admitted: "Four years ago, You seemed beautiful. Now I find You even more beautiful; such is the magic of the power of consistency – a virtue of the most demanding and rare." Years later he would tell her, once again declare his love: "Time dispels the illusion – for every passion comes to an end. But the more I saw you, the more loved". And yet nine years later wrote: "I love You as a person can love only once, and besides You, nobody will love."Their correspondence ceased in 1784. 31 July at the age of seventy-one years he died. Five months before his death his beloved died too. They say that the only portrait of Mademoiselle was painted by an unknown artist, at the request of him,on the Verso of the title page of a beloved book of Horace. But Catherine II bought his entire personal library in 1765, and this book, like many others, lost now on the shelves of the stacks. Maybe someone will be able to find a little volume among the hundreds of old, dusty books and opened it, he sees the face of the woman, which was the subject of hundreds of letters great and incorrigible genius. 3engroup_sfedu https://padlet.com/3engroup_sfedu/vneogr27l8lh/wish/154785157 Kosenko Kate]]> 2017-02-19 10:38:22 UTC https://padlet.com/3engroup_sfedu/vneogr27l8lh/wish/154785157