To Mrs. E_______, America
Salekard, Dec. 24th 20___.
How then is this possible? Please understand that Father Charles does not hail from our natural descent but was yet formed and constructed by the hands of a weak willed individual from Switzerland. A mad doctor too entrenched in conformity to acknowledge the miraculous workings created by his own hand! Not once but nearly twice, did this crazed doctor attempt to impart life unto his hodge-podge mass of flesh: the first was Father Charles, a success; the second was wrenched in twain before the spark of life could be implemented. Father Charles calls her memory Dear Annie, a sweet and pure soul who never was to grace the world.
Their reliance on mutual aide encouraged the cast-offs to band together, and they survive here – albeit poorly, without the succor of the modern world – by sheer determination alone. Their dwellings are in the bowels of the Ural Mountains, dependent solely on the provisions of Nature and loathe to quit her icy stare. It is with confidences alone in which Father Charles grants me passage as he is far too gentle to demand I remain, knowing all to well that I have the home and hearth of family awaiting my return. However, I’ve assured him that once I’ve spoken personally with you, and further prepared my belongings, that I will return as never before have I experienced the natural connection to not only the desolate cliffs but also to the select few who populate the bareness.
Merry Christmas, dear sister! I shall see you in a few weeks,