I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.

All great things worth having require great sacrifice worth giving.

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 the battle of her heart. “Oh, Alexander. What do you...

Though outwardly Kristina maintained that a clean room was a symptom of a diseased mind (for how could she, while studying the world’s greatest thinkers, be bothered with such mundane earthly issues as cleaning?), inwardly...

Alexander tilted his head and kissed her deeply on the lips. He let go of her hands, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. They kissed as if in a...

She ate it and cried.Soon, he put the melting ice cream away.”Shura,” Tatiana whispered, “darling, forget what should have been. Remember all that was.””Tatiasha, babe,” Alexander whispered, coming back to bed to be covered, “my...

Tatiana: “Why did we spend two days fighting when we could have been doing this?”Alexander: “That wasn’t fighting, Tatiana. That was foreplay.

Alexander moved her off him, laid her down, was over her, was pressed into her, crushing her. Anthony was right there, he didn’t care, he was trying to inhale her, trying to absorb her into...

Oh,to be walking through Leningrad white night after white night, the dawn to dusk all smelting together like platinum ore, Tatiana thought, turning away to the wall, again to the wall, the wall, as ever....

War was the ultimate chaos, a pounding, soul-destroying snarl, ending in blown-apart men lying unburied on the cold earth. There was nothing more cosmically chaotic than war.

I know how it works, Esther. I graduated from Harvard.” “Book-smart, but life-stupid,” said Esther.

Where your treasure is, there your hear will be also

This is days and days and months and years and all the minutes in between, just you me.

They stared at each other. Every ocean, every river, every minute they had walked together was in their gaze. He said nothing and she said nothing. She kneeled by him, her hands on him, on...

Love is when he is hungry and you feed him. Love is knowing when he is hungry.

En el tapiz de la existencia de Alexander había un único hilo que no podría romperse con la muerte, el dolor, la distancia, el tiempo, la guerra o el comunismo. «No hay nada capaz de...

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?

Are you all right, Major? Why are you crying?