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, white toothed, peaceful, laughing, languid, stunning Alexander, had he been left far behind? Well, Tatiana supposed that was only right. For Alexander believed his Tatiana of once was gone, too. The swimming child Tatiana of the Luga, of the Neva, of the River Kama. Perhaps on the surface they were still in their twenties, but their hearts were old.
"Alexander, were you looking for me?" "All my life." - Paullina Simons
"Alexander, were you looking for me?" "All my life."
- Paullina Simons
Courage, Alexander,” she whispered. “Courage, Tatiana. - Paullina Simons
Courage, Alexander,” she whispered. “Courage, Tatiana.
Tania, there is so much still ahead of you. Be patient with life - Paullina Simons
Tania, there is so much still ahead of you. Be patient with life
Courage, Alexander..... Courage, Tatiana - Paullina Simons
Courage, Alexander..... Courage, Tatiana
We walk alone through this world, but if we're lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains us through a lifetime of … - Paullina Simons
We walk alone through this world, but if we're lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains us through a lifetime of …
Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort. - Paullina Simons
Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.
Some words were like that. Whole lives attached to them. Ghosts and lives and ecstasy and sorrow. - Paullina Simons
Some words were like that. Whole lives attached to them. Ghosts and lives and ecstasy and sorrow.
This is days and days and months and years and all the minutes in between, just you me. - Paullina Simons
This is days and days and months and years and all the minutes in between, just you me.
Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars. - Paullina Simons
Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.
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