I have called him today. He is on business now. But almost whole week he has sent me letters. A lot of letters. He is only my friend. We have not any other relations - we are only friends. I don't need to speak a lie. I only can't be sociable with his wife, becourse she don't whant to undestand that I am his best friend. She hates me and she is right. Becourse she is his wife. I am nobody for him. I am a woomen, who he calls as a friend.
I ring him up from Moskow:
-Hello!
She answers me angree:
- Hello!
-Can I speak to D.?
-No, you can't. He is busy now.
-When he will be free? I can call back later.
- He is always busy. He is always busy for you.
- Какого черта, Лена? Мы обе можем говорить по-русски. Позови Д. Он просил меня позвонить.
- Fuck.
-??
-I don't whant for you to speak with my husbend ever.
- Why? You know - he will be angree and upset.
-Fuck. Don't worry. We nedn't you.

Я думала, что я - сумасшедшая. Я ему даже об этом случае не скажу. Воображаю, что она ему поет.