Re: Hello darling

Hello, my new friend Danny ! I'm so glad you're interested in me. I'll try to make sure you're not disappointed and learn as much about me as possible. I also want to get to know you better. I'm very happy to receive your letter and think we should start getting to know each other! I'd like to tell you a little about myself! My name is Akylchach! I live in Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan. I'm 35 years old. I'm quite an interesting girl. But I won't go into detail about my qualities now; it's bad to talk about myself that way. You'll understand everything yourself, as we write! You're probably wondering why a Kyrgyz girl wants to find a man from another country. I had my heart broken once. I loved a man and thought he was perfect, someone who wanted to start a family. Unfortunately, this story has a very sad ending, which I really don't want to remember. After this relationship, I'm afraid to start a relationship with a man from the Kyrgyz Republic, as most men are very frivolous. Who only think about spending the evening in the company of a sweet and beautiful girl. I just can't understand it! So why did I decide to look for a man online? Personally, I think this is the only way to find a man to my taste, who will understand and devote more time to his girlfriend! Darling, I hope you will take every word I say seriously, and I will also keep in touch with you! Now I will continue telling you about myself. I am 164 centimeters tall. I weigh 54 kg. I am of Kazakh descent, I have never been married and I have no children. I work as a salesperson in a clothing store—it keeps me busy, but I love being around people. In my free time, I enjoy reading, cooking (I'll talk about this later), and sometimes I go to the gym to stay in shape. I used to play volleyball, loved skiing, and even did boxing for a while. Sports have always given me energy and confidence, although now I have less time for them. I'll send you some photos of myself, and I'd really like to see yours. Let's make our letters more like friendly conversations, not just questionnaires. BUT, answer each other's QUESTIONS, okay? Tell me about yourself, your life, and what makes you happy. I'll be waiting for your response—hopefully tomorrow! Best wishes, Akylchach

Hello, Danny! 🌸 Thanks for the photo I really liked. Thank you for giving me your phone number. I'll definitely call you when I get an international calling card. I'll let you know before I call, okay? I was so happy to receive your letter today—it really lifted my spirits! For me, it's a clear sign that you're also interested in something serious, and it inspires me even more to continue our communication. I believe that if we write honestly and answer each other's questions, we can get to know each other better, step by step. Do you agree? After sending my last letter, I kept thinking... Did it interest you? Or maybe I shared too much about my past too soon? For a moment, I even regretted my frankness. But then I thought—no, honesty is the best path. The past is a part of us, and even if it wasn't always easy, it shapes us who we are today. I don't want to hide anything from you, because secrets are not the best foundation for a relationship. Danny, I also want you to know that I take our communication very seriously. I don't play games—I have neither the time nor the inclination. I'm writing to you mostly from work right now, as I still don't have decent internet at home. The provider that was supposed to connect our house went bankrupt and disappeared with the money we'd already paid… There are ongoing legal proceedings, and no one knows how long this will last. So until then, please don't worry if I can't respond right away—I'll always write as soon as I can. Since you already know a little about me, today I've decided to tell you more about my job. I currently work as a saleswoman in a clothing store. The schedule is quite demanding—9 a.m. to 9 p.m., six days a week. Sometimes my only day off isn't even Sunday, because the store is open every day, and we often switch shifts. I get tired, of course, but I'm used to it. In fact, my real profession is teaching. I'm an English teacher in an elementary school. I had to quit my job at school about six months ago because my salary was several months late, and I couldn't afford to live or pay my mortgage. I still tutor occasionally. It saddens me that here in Kyrgyzstan, teaching isn't valued as much as it should be, given that it's such an important job. But I'm not giving up—I know that every stage of life teaches us something. Danny, I'll tell you more about my family and my Kazakh roots in my next letter so as not to overwhelm you with too much information at once 😉 By the way, are you enjoying what you're doing now? What was the most challenging period in your studies or career? I'd love to know. I hope my letter didn't bore you. I tried to keep it short this time, but once I start writing, I can't stop 😅 Have a wonderful day, Akylchach 🌸

Hello, Danny ! Thanks for the photo I really liked. Thank you so much for your new letter! I'm so glad that our communication continues, and I enjoy receiving your letters even during breaks at work. It shows me that you're genuinely interested in getting to know each other better, and I really appreciate that. As I promised in my last letter, I want to tell you more about my family and my Kazakh roots. I have a mother and sister, as well as a nephew and niece, my sister's children! My father left our family when I was 8 and my sister was 11, leaving my mother to raise us alone. My mother is from Almaty, and my father is from Karaganda. They met in Almaty and married in 1987. During Soviet times, they were both sent to work in Kyrgyzstan—my father worked as a tractor driver on a collective farm, and my mother worked as a milkmaid on a dairy farm. She would wake up at 3:30 a.m., milk the cows, and then come home to get us ready for school. Even with such a hard job, I always felt her love. 💕 My sister was like a second mother to me. She always took care of me and never let me feel alone. I remember her braiding my hair for kindergarten—it's such a sweet memory that still makes me smile. She still lives with my mother, although she's married. Unfortunately, her husband had problems—sometimes he drank too much and even physically hurt her in the past. I don't blame her for staying, but seeing this made me realize how important it is to choose a partner who truly respects and cares for family. Through this experience, I know how important respect, care, and small gestures are in a relationship. A true partnership is built on love, trust, and consideration for each other. Even something simple, like giving flowers or a small surprise for dinner, can bring so much happiness. I also have a small morning ritual that makes me happy every day. I open the curtains, let the sunlight into my apartment, watch the light play on my pillow, and then smile at myself in the mirror, saying, "Good morning, Akylchach!" It's simple, but it starts my day with joy. My mother taught me this—even when life was difficult, she always looked at it positively. I try to do the same every day. 🌞 I'd love you to try it too—smile at your reflection in the morning and wish yourself a good day. You'll see how it can lift your spirits! Danny, unfortunately, my vacation is over, so I have to get back to work. I'll continue my story about my family and my childhood in the next letter—I still have so much to share! I hope you have a wonderful day. Best wishes, Akylchach 🌸

Hello Danny! Thanks for the photo I really liked. I’m so happy that you wrote to me again! Finding your letter in my email always brightens my day, even on gray and busy ones. I hope my letters also bring you some joy and don’t tire you too much. It’s important to me that we both enjoy reading and writing to each other. I know my letters are a little long sometimes, but it’s hard for me to stop once I start! Do you have friends in real life you can talk to easily, without worrying about awkward pauses? For me, writing to you feels just like that — easy, comfortable, and really pleasant. Reading your letters and replying to them makes me happy! That’s a good sign, don’t you think? 😊 In my last letter, I didn’t have time to tell you everything about my family. I know you might wonder why my father left, if my mother is truly so wonderful. It’s not a secret, but it’s a sad story. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, everything changed. The collective farms began to decline, and my father, who worked as a tractor driver, started earning very little. Gradually, he began drinking heavily. I was little, but I remember him coming home drunk… Those memories aren’t pleasant. Eventually, he found another woman, spent his time drinking with her, and left our family. He died a few years later from liver cirrhosis. I feel some sorrow for him, but I prefer to focus on the present and the future. Now, about my childhood and youth — as I promised! I was always an obedient daughter, studied well, and participated in many school competitions, especially in mathematics. I did a lot of sports — skiing, cycling and volleyball. Do you remember I told you about this? I have a funny memory: one day, I was skiing down a mountain, probably too fast, and fell into a deep snowdrift. I wasn’t afraid of falling, but I broke both skis! My mom was kind and never scolded me, but I couldn’t let her pay for new skis herself. So, I made an arrangement with neighbors to clear snow from their yards for money. I would wake up at 5 a.m., clean snow before and after school for almost two weeks! I was only 11, and that’s how I earned my first money. I still remember how proud my mom was of me. 💕 My childhood wasn’t simple, but I loved it. I loved my mom’s hot rice and meat pies, and the potato pancakes she baked in the oven. My mom is an amazing cook, and she shared her love of cooking with me. That’s why I love cooking too!

Danny, it's me again! Oops, I accidentally hit the wrong button and sent you an unfinished email! I hope you managed to read the first part, where I told you that I love to cook. If not, please go back and read it—okay? 😊 My mom shared so many of her recipes with me, and I tried to follow them hundreds of times, but I never got it right... until she revealed her biggest secret! To cook deliciously, you don't have to be a Michelin chef—you just need to cook with love, for those you love. This is her simple signature recipe, isn't it wonderful? Yes, my mom is a truly amazing woman, and I sincerely love her. Oh! I just realized I haven't even told you her name yet. Her name is Lyubov. It means "Love" in Kazakh. Maybe that's why her heart is so full of love. 💕 Danny, I'd love to hear about your childhood memories, too. Do you have any favorite childhood dishes? Or perhaps family traditions you cherish? By the way, my family has one special tradition, but I'll tell you about it in my next letter. I need to finish up and get back to work now, but I couldn't wait to send you this! I'll be waiting for your reply! Sincerely, Akylchach 🌸

Hello dear Danny! Thanks for the photo I really liked. Thank you so much for your letter — and for the good mood you give me every time I read your words. Sometimes we need so little to smile, right? Your letters have already become an important part of my day. Even when I’m very busy with work, I always find a moment to read you and write back. Today I greeted you with “Hello, dear, Danny!” — it came out completely naturally, without thinking. I hope you don’t mind me calling you that? I feel that with every letter we are getting closer, and it makes me happy. Honestly, if we met in real life, it would probably be much harder for me to open up like this about my family and my childhood. But somehow, in our letters, I feel safe to share. You know, I was raised in quite a conservative way. My sister and I never drank or smoked, and even now I only occasionally enjoy a little red wine or champagne. We never touched drugs. Instead, we spent our childhood helping our mom: feeding pigs, ducks, chickens, and geese. Though I must confess — I never dared to feed the geese! They always tried to pinch me, and I was a little scared of them. But the piglets loved me, especially one named Nyusha! She was always hungry and I often gave her my cakes instead of eating them myself. Did you have a favorite animal when you were a child? It’s funny — when I write to you, I feel like I’m talking to an old friend whom I haven’t seen for a long time, sharing little stories and memories. Isn’t it strange and wonderful at the same time? Back to the topic of upbringing. While many of our classmates went to discos, my sister and I stayed home to study or help with housework. Nobody forced us — we just watched our mom and wanted to follow her example. Even now I believe that parents should always be role models for their children. That’s why it’s so sad to see young mothers walking with babies while smoking or drinking beer. Children repeat what they see. Another role model for me was my aunt, my mother’s sister. Thanks to her, I decided to get a pedagogical education. To study at the university, I had to move from our village to Bishkek, about 110 kilometers away. My aunt lives in Astana, Kazakhstan! She is currently working as a tutor. By the way, I promised to tell you about our family tradition. Whenever my aunt visits Kyrgyzstan, we have a big family celebration! My mom cooks delicious food, and she and my aunt sing songs. I don’t have a great voice, but I always sing along — it’s such a warm and happy time together. My aunt is very dear to me, almost like a second mother. After my grandparents passed away in Kazakhstan, she even gave up part of her inheritance so that my sister and I could keep their house. Later we sold it and, with the money plus a loan from the bank, I was able to buy my own apartment. That was back in 2019! It's good that I managed to do this even before the increase in real estate prices! After 2020, apartment prices have increased dramatically here in Bishkek. Yes, I'm still paying off the loan, but at the same time I have my own apartment! Of course, living alone sometimes feels lonely. I watch TV or read to distract myself. Just yesterday I rewatched Forrest Gump. I’ve seen it several times already, but good movies never get old, right? Tonight, though, I plan something healthier — I’ll go to the fitness center! And you, Danny, what are your plans for the evening? I’ll be waiting for your next letter with a smile. Today I am sending you a photo with my aunt from Kazakhstan! Warmly,Akylchach 🌸

Hello dear Danny! 🌞 Thanks for the photo I really liked. I was so glad to receive another letter from you! You know, I just thought about how lucky we are to live in the 21st century. Not so long ago people had to wait weeks, even months, for a letter to cross from one part of the world to another. And now — it takes only a few seconds! Isn’t that amazing? The world has become so much more open, and I think it’s wonderful that people from different countries can get to know each other so easily. Sometimes I even imagine the future: maybe one day borders will disappear not only on the Internet, but also on the world map itself. Then we could visit each other without any obstacles. 😊 What do you think about borders between countries? Do we still need them, or would the world be better without them? I’d love to hear your opinion! Danny, I have to pause my letter now — my colleague needs my help. But I’ll be back soon to continue, because I don’t want to leave you without more words from me. 😉

I'm back again—sorry for the interruption, I had to help a colleague and then urgently take payment from a customer. Sometimes customers don't like to wait even a minute and can even be rude. Of course, we must remain polite—I try to never get into conflicts. In my experience, negative energy only breeds more negative energy, so I always try to greet people with understanding and a smile. There's enough cruelty in the world; if we smiled more often, the world would be a little kinder. 🙂 This morning on my way to work, I witnessed a terrifying moment: a driver almost hit a woman at a crosswalk because he was looking at his smartphone instead of the road. He jumped out of the car and scolded her, even though it wasn't her fault. Luckily, the police were nearby, they calmed him down, and he even got a ticket. I'm worried about how many people are so absorbed in their phones that they don't notice what's going on around them—friends sitting in cafes typing on their screens instead of talking, people missing out on their food because they're glued to their screens... I'm not against modern technology—it makes life easier—but I hope we don't forget how to live in the real world. A few months ago, my bag was stolen—my smartphone, my salary, and my apartment keys were inside. I reported it to the police and asked them to check the cameras at the bus stop, but they said the footage was too dark to identify the thief. Ultimately, I was left without my phone, keys, and money. My good friend Natalia lent me money to pay off the loan and buy food, and she even gave me her old Nokia 101. I still have access to the cloud, so I can send you some old photos I had on my phone. I also immediately changed the lock on my apartment door—just to feel safer. Tell me, what's the crime situation like in your area? Is it common, or does it mostly happen here? And now for some better news: I realized I didn't tell you that my sister works at the post office in our village, not in Bishkek. It's about 110 kilometers from the city where I study and work. If we sent letters in envelopes, she would bring them to me! Sometimes I visit them, and sometimes my mom and sister come to Bishkek. I think they would be surprised—and delighted—if I told them about you. If I'm happy, then they're happy. Honestly, I'm glad I contacted a marriage agency and wrote you my first letter. Please keep writing to me—I'm waiting for your next message with a smile. Sincerely, Akylchach 🌸