Why do you enjoy torturing yourself? Do you feel life has been too good to you?”
Tatiana stared at him. “Life has,” she said slowly, “been too good to me.
Tania, I was spellbound by you from the first moment I saw you. There I was, living my dissolute life, and war had just started. My entire base was in disarray, people were running around, closing accounts, taking money out, grabbing food out of stores, buying up the entire Gostiny Dvor, volunteering for the army, sending their kids to camp—” He broke off. “And in the middle of my chaos, there was you!” Alexander whispered passionately. “You were sitting alone on this bench, impossibly young, breathtakingly blonde and lovely, and you were eating ice cream with such abandon, such pleasure, such mystical delight that I could not believe my eyes. As if there were nothing else in the world on that summer Sunday.
Paullina SimonsI can't brethe."
She was embracing him the way he used to embrace her in Lazarevo. And for the same reason. "Open your mouth," she whispered, leaning onto his face. "I'll breath for you.
You are my hand grenade, my artillery fire. You have replaced my heart with yourself.
Paullina SimonsStichwörter: alexander
Harry nearly prayed it wasn’t one of her friends who smelled like the beach and books and brine. He inhaled when they stopped for the light, and was simultaneously relieved and agitated to realize, no, it was her.
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Slightly less time than it takes one woman to make one life, they managed to snuff out a million and a half lives.
Paullina SimonsWhen he asked isn't it beautiful, my father was seeing his youth, and his youth was beautiful. He closed his eyes and saw himself young and so handsome, in love with many girls, funny, brilliant, popular. Of course it was beautiful. It was mystifying. It was mystical.
Paullina SimonsAlexander Barrington, I want forever love in you.
Paullina SimonsY mantendré a Tatiana libre de toda pena,
y en un par de años, quién sabe, quizás obtenga una buena posición,
y será de Tatiana la misión de criar y educar a nuestros hijos.
Así viviremos, y para siempre seremos uno,
hasta que la muerte nos
separe y los nietos nos pongan a descansar...
Llevara el nombre de su padre: Anthony Alexander Barrington. ¡Soldado! Deja que acune tu cabeza y acaricie tu rostro, déjame que bese tus queridos y dulces labios, que llore a través de los mares y que susurre a través de la helada tierra rusa lo que siento por ti... Luga, Ladoga, Leningrado, Lazarevo... Alexander, una vez me llevaste a mí, y ahora yo te cargo a mi eternidad.
A través de Finlandia, a través de Suecia, a Estados Unidos, con la mano extendida, me levanto y avanzo, con el corcel negro al galope y sin jinete en mi estela. Tu corazón, tu fusil, me consolarán, serán mi cuna y mi tumba.
Lazarevo te trae a mi alma, en los amaneceres y en las noches de luna junto al Kama. Cuando me busques, búscame allí, porque es allí donde estaré todos los días de mi vida.
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