My little darlings!
I beg you, don’t forget us because we’re at death’s door, help us. There are opportunities, Omu comes often and brings things. Send what you can, and only food. Please, be so kind as to give the note to Loghin from the tax office because we’re no longer allowed to write. The Loghins and Bocauceas should keep their promises and not forget us because it hurts to go hungry. We’re ill and are withering away. I’ll end here and send my regards to all, happy holidays to all our loved ones. Jetty and parents.
Herr
Teodor Costea
Uzina [Rom. for Fabric]