Occupation: Writer Birth: 1963
Shura...are you...in love with me?" "Turn to me," Alexander said. She turned. "Tatia, I worship you. I'm crazy in love with you. I want you to marry ….
Tatiana said. "Go on with Dasha. She is right for you. She is a woman and I'm-" "Blind!", Alexander exclaimed. Tatiana stood, desolately failing in t….
Tania, last time in Morozovo, I let you go, but not this time. This time we live together or we die together..
Awash in a flood of hostility and despair, they battled and railed and shattered their bodies on one another, unable to find one strand, one sobering….
He is just protective over me-” “Not protective, Tania. Consumed..
We’ll meet again in Lvov, my love and I…” Tatiana hums, eating her ice cream, in our Leningrad, in jasmine June, near Fontanka, the Neva, the Summer ….
Do you see the Field of Mars, where I walked next to my bride in her white wedding dress, with red sandals in her hands, when we were kids?” “I see i….
Tatiana had imagined her Alexander since she was a child, before she believed that someone like him was even possible. When she was a little girl, sh….
Here I am, your one man circus freak show, having bled out for mother Russia, having desperately tried to get to you, now on top of you with this sco….
But on that sunlit Sunday, Alexander knew nothing, thought nothing, imagined nothing. He forgot Dimitri and war and the Soviet Union and escape plans….
Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart..
And that's my point: all great things worth having require great sacrifice worth giving..
I don't want this life to end," said Alexander. "The good, the bad, the everything, the very old, to ever end..
Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: What do believe in? What do you hope for? What do you love?.
With my writing, because I live it, I have to be consumed by it, and that means you have to forget your other life, which is constantly pulling you f….
Daughters are supposed to be friends to their mothers in their old age..
When I was growing up, 'Anna Karenina' was one of my favourite books..
Each day brought just another minute of the things they could not leave behind. Jane Barrington sitting on the train coming back to Leningrad from Mo….
The days of idealism had gone. Only life was left..
There are some battles, no matter how much you don’t want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for..
There is a very definite Russian heart in me; that never dies. I think you're born and you live your life with it and you die with it. I'm very much ….