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Albina Safina, teacher at the Pedagogical College:
The letter to Masguda Shamsutdinova:
My dear, I have caught myself many times with a surprising desire to meet you again, to see you, to talk, to connect. But with our hectic daily life, this is not easy. Moreover, I’m afraid to show up unannounced—I might disrupt your plans or inconvenience you. So, I am writing instead.
Your songs are safe and sound. I will bring them soon. Your music is astonishing. Are you aware of this? I am not familiar with your work. Before me are only small songs, written on request, for specific occasions. Simple melodic phrases. I don’t know WHAT is in your music. I don’t even understand the words, yet I cannot play them without tears… There is so much in them that feels familiar, poignant, beyond words.
Those two brief meetings revealed something to me. You live a rich spiritual life. Your soul is a pure, untainted spring. How much it is capable of! How difficult it must be for it! How finely and powerfully it feels! How vulnerable it is! Defenseless! And, praise Allah, it is deeply hidden from indifferent or coarse gazes.
May God protect you! Grant you health! Courage! Great courage is needed to avoid falling into the abyss, to keep from fading away. I wish you creative success! I would gladly attend your concerts! Create, my dear! May you never feel overwhelmed by the weight of your ambitions! May doubts about the path you have chosen never haunt you. There is joy, hope, faith, and beauty on Earth… And you, more than anyone, can affirm this through your music.
I will cherish you. With kind words, warm light, good advice, and tangible, real help. Until we meet again.
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