Three Letters

Dear friend,
When the day brings petty aggravations
And my poor, frayed nerves are all askew,
I forget these unimportant matters
Pouring out my hopes and dreams to you.

As I rest my pen and look around me
I can see the summer disappear.
Oh, dear friend, all at once
Autumn's here.

Good morning, Miss Ritter.

Oh, good morning, Arpad.

Look! Autumn.

Ah, good morning, Ilona.
Here you are on this first October day, the quintessence of autumn.
I do hope you've forgiven me for
our little misunderstanding last night.
I just can't bear it when we quarrel, can you darling?
Truthfully?

Go to hell.

Dear friend,
With November just around the corner
I've a feeling you may also share.
Do you feel an undertone of discord,
And a sense of tension in the air?

Mr. Novak, must this sidewalk always be covered with leaves?

Uh, no sir, but Mr. Maraczek--Mr. Maraczek?!

If it weren't for you endearing letters
I'd be flying south with all the geese.
By the way, have you read,
War and Peace?

Good morning, Mr. Novak.

Ah, congratulations Miss Balash.
I see you're on time today.

So sorry to disappoint you.

Oh, but I'm not disappointed, far from it.
Let's just call it surprised.

They always argue.
Why is that?

Well, it's a simple chemical reaction.
You see, when two people like each other very much--

They like each other?

I think so.

They like each other very much?
Well, don't you think we should tell them?

Arpad, my boy, they'd never believe us.

Oh, look! Winter.

Dear friend,
Have you set your calendar for Tuesday,
When we bring this chapter to a close?

When I meet my lady of the letters
Who puts tiny faces in her Os.

In the freezing weather of December
I'll be warmly waiting for our date.
Until then, count the hours --

Oh, I'm late for work! I'm late!