I think I'm falling in love with a Russian communist?

Gasp.....falling in love with a damned pinko commy ? Auntie...I am mortified, last year when you had that fling with the wooden headed Lord Charles I could barely forgive you, but a commy ? well what can I say, if you prefer eating cold cabbage soup and black rock hard bread..then go for it, but don't come crawling back to me begging forgiveness for your indiscretions. In fact dammit go to him!!! I will seek solace in the arms (albeit hairy) of Lady Gwendolyn Cosset - Ffrench, she will stick by me, (even if it is by her hands that are covered in treacle) I hope you enjoy riding around in a Lada or Travant rather than a Bentley, freezing your off in a wooden shack he calls a dacha in Siberia than sunning yourself in the villa in Antigua, then have it your way. I hope the rags and last years copy of Pravda stuffed into your felt boots keep the snow out rather than the Gucci ski boots kept warm in the ski lodge in Gaastadt. From time to time I will send you a few Roubles so that you can supplement your diet with some potato soup, however, I rather think that he will blow it on some rough vodka.