Friend, your letter hurt me. In it you explain nothing. Don’t you know that it’s hard for me to understand without you? Why won’t you let me come? I think you wrote me to taunt me or mock me. I suffer a lot, alone. Before, I used to ask you for advice. But now, whom am I to ask? You lied when you said you are my friend. Unwittingly, you did me the greatest wrong: you drew me close to you, your thoughts, your values, and then you left me all alone. And now I can’t go back. I can’t be who I was two years ago. And I’m so sad, and I weep, remembering things from the time when we were good friends.
Naturally, all of this will pass. Why don’t you want to help me? You owe a debt to your friendship for Nişka.