Dear Kent, I miss. In the city now war. I don't love London. In the city are fights, fight . I miss to sunny days. Pleasant smiles of people. I want home.
I closed the diary presented by my father . We began to go out a carriage . I saw runaway next to a carriage boys. One boy stopped and our looks met . "Anna"! I was distracted on a second . I again looked at a boy. A boy smiled and winked to me . I heard only his name .
