Beethoven's Immortal Beloved Letters

любовное письмо Бетховена: полная версия

Good morning, on July 7
      Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - At my age I nedd a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - Be calm, only by a clam consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours

Доброе утро, 7 июля

Даже в постели мысли мои летят к тебе, Бессмертная Любовь моя! Меня охватывает то радость, то грусть в ожидании того, что готовит нам судьба. Я могу жить либо с тобой, либо не жить вовсе. Да, я решил до тех пор блуждать вдали от тебя, пока не буду в состоянии прилететь и броситься в твои объятия, чувствовать тебя вполне своей и наслаждаться этим блаженством. Так должно быть. Ты согласишься на это, ведь ты не сомневаешься в моей верности тебе; никогда другая не овладеет моим сердцем, никогда, никогда. О, Боже, зачем расставаться с тем, что так любишь! Жизнь, которую я веду теперь в В., тяжела. Твоя любовь делает меня одновременно счастливейшим и несчастнейшим человеком. В мои годы требуется уже некоторое однообразие, устойчивость жизни, а разве они возможны при наших отношениях? Ангел мой, сейчас узнал только, что почта уходит ежедневно, я должен закончить, чтобы ты скорей получила письмо. Будь спокойна; будь спокойна, люби меня всегда.
Какое страстное желание видеть тебя! Ты — моя Жизнь — мое Всё — прощай. Люби меня по-прежнему —

не сомневайся никогда в верности любимого тобою А.

Навеки твой,
Навеки моя,
Навеки мы — наши.

Sex And The City : ever thine ever mine ever ours

Вдохновление любовными письмами

                 CARRIE
                Lean?

                 BIG
                Are you the last person in New York
                still taking out library books?

                                          
                    CARRIE
          I love the smell.

                    BIG
          That's an old one.

                    CARRIE
          "The Love Letters of Great Men."
          Volume one.

                    BIG
          Am I in there?

                    CARRIE
          No, but some of your classmates
          are. Voltaire, Napoleon...

                    BIG
          You need to get glasses.

                    CARRIE
          No, I don't -- I have yours.
              
          Here's Napoleon...
             
          "My dearest Josephine, I wake
          consumed with thoughts of you --"

                    BIG
          Typical short guy. Gives it all
          away up front.


                    BIG 
          Why are you reading this?

                    CARRIE
          Research for my new book.

                    BIG
          What's it about?

                    CARRIE
          Love. I use to write about finding
          love-- now I want to write about
          what happens after you've found it.

                                 

                  BIG
        Interesting. What happens?

                  CARRIE
        Stay tuned.

                                       
                    CARRIE 
          Listen... Here's Beethoven.

                    BIG
          Bring it, Ludwig.

                    CARRIE
              (Reading)
          "My thoughts go out to you today my
          immortal beloved. I can live only
          wholly with you or not at all."

                    BIG
          Good stuff.

                    CARRIE
              
          "Be calm my life, my all. Only by
          calm consideration of our existence
          can we achieve our purpose to live
          together. Oh continue to love me,
          never misjudge the most faithful
          heart of your beloved. Ever thine --
          ever mine -- ever ours.


                    CARRIE 
          Have you ever written me a love
          letter?

                    BIG
          Does a love fax count?

                      CARRIE
          Have you ever written me a love
          letter?
                  

Love letters of great people

In June of 1945, Arline Feynman — high-school sweetheart and wife of the hugely influential physicist, Richard Feynman — passed away after succumbing to tuberculosis. She was 25-years-old. 16 months later, in October of 1946, Richard wrote his late wife the following love letter and sealed it in an envelope. It remained unopened until after his death in 1988.

October 17, 1946

D’Arline,

I adore you, sweetheart.

I know how much you like to hear that — but I don't only write it because you like it — I write it because it makes me warm all over inside to write it to you.

It is such a terribly long time since I last wrote to you — almost two years but I know you'll excuse me because you understand how I am, stubborn and realistic; and I thought there was no sense to writing.

But now I know my darling wife that it is right to do what I have delayed in doing, and that I have done so much in the past. I want to tell you I love you. I want to love you. I always will love you.

I find it hard to understand in my mind what it means to love you after you are dead — but I still want to comfort and take care of you — and I want you to love me and care for me. I want to have problems to discuss with you — I want to do little projects with you. I never thought until just now that we can do that. What should we do. We started to learn to make clothes together — or learn Chinese — or getting a movie projector. Can't I do something now? No. I am alone without you and you were the "idea-woman" and general instigator of all our wild adventures.

When you were sick you worried because you could not give me something that you wanted to and thought I needed. You needn’t have worried. Just as I told you then there was no real need because I loved you in so many ways so much. And now it is clearly even more true — you can give me nothing now yet I love you so that you stand in my way of loving anyone else — but I want you to stand there. You, dead, are so much better than anyone else alive.

I know you will assure me that I am foolish and that you want me to have full happiness and don't want to be in my way. I'll bet you are surprised that I don't even have a girlfriend (except you, sweetheart) after two years. But you can't help it, darling, nor can I — I don't understand it, for I have met many girls and very nice ones and I don't want to remain alone — but in two or three meetings they all seem ashes. You only are left to me. You are real.

My darling wife, I do adore you.

I love my wife. My wife is dead.

Rich.

PS Please excuse my not mailing this — but I don't know your new address.