Letters

Letter undated from John Bauer to Ester Ellqvist, consisting of four pages written on the front and back of a folded sheet of paper. Main writing handwritten in pencil. The top line on the front page was written in red ink. On the third side there is a sketch depicting a window. The letter is unsaluted and has no signature. The style of hand suggests John Bauer as a sender. .. LETTER TRANSCRIPT: .. [Page 1] You Ester B You Ester you! .. Are you saying it’s end on the play? That was enough just talk. Surely you want play. but only with mej you are so good and sound to play with those there others. Hildur Söderberg? [Constructed: I] has almost forgotten how she looked. I want to remember I thought she would be good as a model do you also so you need not become Jealous Favers. Sweet Börje son you must not hang out .. [Page 2] further. [inscribed: You hear that I am a kar] Jaha it was That. Yeah [Constructed: now I’m going --] I have an atelje It you know. It is well. You would be here. And Sitting in my Old [exceeded: so-?] cinober to smoke stick sofa. [exceeded: you feel] And to enjoy the [exceeded: godly] beautiful notes I’m emerging from a small [exceeded: godly] beautiful handclave You would get a clap my dog it would you, you would to admire my [?] venerable Dürrerska copper engraving in mahogany frame mine with a round jute cradles. Then and then to put dough on my old Priests, but I am fearing judgement. .. [Page 3] You would be allowed to drink middle-brewed currant I have a feel like this. A [inscribed: Old green painted with roses adorned] corner cabinet (Ano 1767) Du would have to look at the dä with You would be allowed to drink from small fine glasses. I have sadana with like me bought. See you I have deserved pendants. Do you die. Right now, a lever bonfire It sounds so into hell trefflitis Spinken holds on and touching timber logs ask it. It sounds also treffit. My Great window [drawn sketch] stands so [exceeded: bra] blue so. It’s almost dark outside It snows. I .. [Page 4] would villa paint your portnet has in the lighting of fire towards my window. You would probably be good beautiful Hear you I have a vulture moth small oak bureau. Here About Evening It was horrible outside. It prassed [exceeded --?] and chased and tucked out in the dark Do you see the studio lying like that good on the land a good bit from the selfva town I had not broken me on lighting a lamp I stayed with the spink and handcuffed [?] in a graduated and staring [?] into the bream and thought of you there up It was just when you had a quarter. Then knock That. Get on I said. [Constructed: N]