Occupation: Writer Birth: 1963
Lazarevo drips you into my soul, dawn drop by moonlight drop from the river Kama. When you look for me, look for me there, because that's where I'll ….
Love is when he is hungry and you feed him. Love is knowing when he is hungry..
I'm not hungry," Alexander whispered. "I'm famished. Watch out for me. Now, don't make a single sound," he said, moving on top of her. "Tania, God...….
I'm going to die with Alexander's hand on my face, Tatiana thought. That is not a bad way to die. I cannot move. I can't get up. Just can't. She clos….
I want you to know that should something happen to me, don’t worry about my body. My soul isn’t going to return to it, nor to God. It’s flying straig….
I'll take your breath any way you give it to me, Shura..
A bus came. The soldier turned away from her and walked toward it. Tatiana watched him. Even his walk was from another world; the step was too sure, ….
If I can live through this, he thought, I can live through anything. If I can live through this, I WILL live through anything..
He sent you to redeem me, to comfort me, and to heal me—and that’s just so far,” he added with a smile..
Tatiana realized she was too young to hide well what was in her heart but old enough to know that her heart was in her eyes..
I have a certain sensibility that I bring to my writing that comes from knowing two things: what I as a reader like to read, and what as a writer I a….
Alexander knew that before he had light instead of darkness, he had to deserve light instead of darkness..
I tend to be a great optimist when it comes to the United States and the American way of life, I think precisely because I wasn't born into it..
Please don't die," she whispered. "I don't think I can bury you. I already buried everyone else." "How can I die," Alexander said, his voice breaking….
Oh,to be walking through Leningrad white night after white night, the dawn to dusk all smelting together like platinum ore, Tatiana thought, turning ….
We thought the hard part was over—but we were wrong. Living is the hardest part. Figuring out how to live your life when you’re all busted up inside ….
I was blinded by stupidity for a brief moment in our life, for a flicker in the eternity in which you and I live, and I stumbled..
Where was he, her Alexander, of once? Was he truly gone? The Alexander of the Summer Garden, of their first Lazarevo days, of the hat in his hands, w….
Tatiana and the soldier were having a silence.
Up on the roof Tatiana thought about the evening minute, the minute she used to walk out the factory doors, turn her head to the left even before her….
Shura, I’m yours. You may not like it today, you may not want it tonight, you may wish for it all to be different now, but it remains, and I remain, ….