A letter

A letter on the postcard of the Warsaw District of the Polish Red Cross; no stamp; three seals, including one red with a GAPA, one on the side with addresses legible, two on the verso side - one clearly visible, Soviet; on the side with the addresses also a seal, most likely a postal seal, with the number: 23873 (slightly diagonally, on the top left). The letter sent to Paulina Włodawer to Lutsk - at 14 Czackiego street, written on Leon Justman's wedding day. So far we are getting on somehow, and yet the situation have already seemed hopeless. We have obtained a flat, some furniture and other essential items. We live [at Pańska 69] with very nice people and I feel very comfortable with them. Last week we organized a party and the whole family came to us. I work for 10-12 hours a day, but you know that I do not complain. I would only like to see you once again in my life. I am sending best regards for Artek. I visit his house often, because we live close. Most probably you have already received the news of his mother's death. The last sentence quoted is the repeated information from the previous surviving letter - the author was not sure if the letters were delivered.In a diary written many years later, Paulina Włodawer described one of her recollections from September 1939, when the Justman family moved to different premises after a fire in their house: “the apartment on Elektoralna Street felt cramped and sad. Parents felt like intruders and quite clearly were made to understand that they were disturbing them and were undesired. I had such an awfully heavy, enclosing feeling whenever I came there. 0nce, I remember I came when my sister Regina was washing the kitchen floor. She was barefoot, her hair was falling on her sweaty face, she was quite awkwardly wringing a wet rag into a bucket (we didn’t quite know how to do that yet). I don't know why - maybe because it was someone else's kitchen, not my own - but it made such an impression on me that I just started to cry. Anyway, that's how I remember her in this splattered, strange and inhospitable kitchen - my most beloved, golden sister .