1:03:00
...might rejoin our lips...
-''Darling Victoria...''
1:03:04
''...Bring back your hands
to my shivering skin.''
1:03:06
''You trust in words and comfort of
letters in a way that I simply do not.
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And no matter what, no words can
convince me that you are not gone.''
1:03:14
''Finally, my love,
it's Moscow at last...
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and my very first night
was unspeakably dreary.
1:03:20
-Can one nation be so abysmal?''
-''What is this nonsense?''
1:03:24
-''Or is it because you are not here?''
-''I won't sigh for your woes.
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If everything truly is as dismal as you
say, then heed my simple remedy.''
1:03:34
-''Frederick...''
-''Return at once, betrothed love.''
1:03:37
''...darling, I long for your touch. I
still seek your scent on my clothes.''
1:03:43
''I should have pinned you to the
mattress when last I had the chance.
1:03:47
Like you were the butterfly,
I was the pin.''
1:03:51
''Embroidered together,
heart against heart.''
1:03:54
''Victoria, listen.
Our moment is dying.
1:03:58
What is this nonsense? The music is
gone. Like you were the butterfly.
1:04:01
This impression
is passing, my love.
1:04:04
Where everything I said to you...
1:04:07
and everything I might ever say could
be contained in these two words.:
1:04:13
Come back, Victoria.
Come back.''
1:04:18
Do not write to me any more, Iove.
1:04:45
Ladies and gentIemen...
1:04:48
thank you for your patience
and understanding.
1:04:51
UnfortunateIy, I have
just received notice...
1:04:56
that Mr. Pope has been affIicted
by an iIIness...