Margaret

 Dear Valeria,

Peace!

The Right Honourable Margaret Bondfield (Justice of the Peace)

Ivan

Dear Valeria,

It's dark. Not caring where I go, which path I follow,
Past sleepy ponds I stroll.
Of autumn freshness, leaves and fruit the fragrance mellow
Drifts over all.
The garden's almost bare, and through the branches whitely
The stars of evening show.
Dead silence reigns. Murk clothes the paths. It's nighttime.
My steps are slow.

They're slow, but wake the hush… High in the sky's cool
darkness,
A princely diadem,
The icy Pleiades blaze diamond-like and sparkle,
Each one a gem. 

Regards,

Ivan Alekseyevich Bunin

Django

Dear Valeria,

Jazz attracted me because in it I found a formal perfection and instrumental precision that I admire in classical music, but which popular music doesn't have.

Keep playing,

Django Reinhardt