Dear Father,
For now, I’m doing well. We’re about 112 versts [about 120 km] away from one front line position, and 5 or 7 from another. The enemy is still far; our forces are striking hard. Everyone is very enthusiastic.

Please send some hazelnuts and, if possible, something sweet. Take care of yourself. I send you many kisses. It’s not too cold, by the way. Greetings to all our loved ones. Don’t worry — we will win with honor.