Letters to Véra
@VerasLetters
"You are lovely… and all your letters, too, are lovely." Bits from Vladimir Nabokov's letters to his wife, Véra, that make me believe in real love. 🦋
15 March, 1937 (Paris) You know what I would like now: to embrace you, my happiness, kiss you from your lips to your little feet, my darling, my life…
19 January, 1925 (Berlin) I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I've woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.
17 June, 1926 (Berlin) My tender Mosquittle, I love you. I love you, my superlative Mosquittle.
13 June, 1944 (Cambridge, MA) My darling, Yesterday, and just now, I crawled up to our apartment with difficulty, thinking that there would be a little letter from you, but there wasn't.
27 June, 1926 (Berlin) And now I'm writing to you, my Mothling. How are your wings and antennae, and all their little spots and their silky fluff?
29 June, 1926 (Berlin) My darling, You haven't written for ages. You haven't written for ages. You haven't written for ages. My darling...
22 June, 1926 (Berlin) Mymousch, hello!... love you.
14 June, 1926 (Berlin) You need to not get so down, my love. I realize you're sick of the bad weather - but bad weather is everywhere these days - I'm complaining of the rain, too.
9 June, 1939 (London) I keep thinking what to bring you. Would you like gloves? Size? Or shorts? Waist? Or does none of this make any difference?
23 June, 1926 (Berlin) Goodbye, my heavenly, my long one, with the dazzling tail and the little dachshund paws.
15 June, 1926 (Berlin) Sparrowling, how’re your spirits?
18 June, 1926 (Berlin) If you can, let me know how you’re feeling. I am kissing you lots.
10 March, 1937 (Paris) Either because I have been writing, or because of the lilac sun, or because I will see you in three weeks I am completely cheerful today.
21 March, 1937 (Paris) I can’t tell you how bored I am with my ‘society’ way of life. I love you.
24 March, 1937 (Paris) It’s cold today, but in a spring way, and I love you.
14 June, 1926 (Berlin) My darling, you needn’t cry…
2 February, 1936 (Paris) My sweet darling, my love, you’re silent; please, write; from time to time - on the street or in the midst of a conversation, a thought about you… pierces me right through.
5 June, 1939 (London) It is very hot and I adore you very, very, very much.
9 April, 1970 (Taormina) Thank you for your call yesterday, my radiance. Love you.