That's what it was. I had been given something I absolutely did not deserve. And only here in coming back did I realize what I had been freely given. Why was I given it? What was I going to do with it now that I knew I had it?
I didn't want to go to sleep. I didn't want this to be my last night. I didn't want to go home. I wanted to understand, and after I understood, to feel better.
Breathing in Shepelevo was like hitting the right note on the piano. There was only one note. When I was young, Shepelevo was the smell of nettles, of salted smoked fish, of fresh water from the Gulf of Finland, and of burning firewood, all wrapped up in one Shepelevo.
Paullina SimonsI walked into my dream and kept walking with my Leningrad in front of me and behind me and all around me. I wasn't carrying Russia with me. It was carrying me.
Paullina SimonsThe anecdote was funny, but as my father gazed across the river at the university of his youth, his Russian life was in his eyes.
Paullina SimonsFalling in love with you in the Summer Garden in the white nights in Leningrad is the moment that propels me through life.
Paullina Simons—Tatiana... Tatiana... Ta... tiana...
—Calla, por favor.
—No lo olvides. Dondequiera que estés, si puedes mirar al cielo y ver la constelación de Verseo, si ves su sonrisa y oyes cómo el viento estelar susurra tu nombre, sabrás que te estoy llamando para que vuelvas a Lazarevo.
—No tendrás que llamarme, soldado —dice Tatiana, apoyando la cara en el brazo deAlexander—. Nunca me iré de aquí.
«¿Me estuviste buscando?», le había preguntado Tatiana una vez, y él había contestado: «Toda la vida».
Paullina Simons«Te volveré loca —gritó su memoria cuando Tatiana se sentó a respirar la brisa salada de la eternidad en el alféizar de la ventana—. Andarás sonriente por la calle como una mujer normal, pero en tu interior te retorcerás como en la hoguera. No te liberaré, nunca serás libre.»
Paullina Simons—No vas a morir, soldado —responde Tatiana—. Sigue viviendo, sigue respirando, aférrate a la vida, no te dejes ir. Prométeme que vivirás por mí, y yo te prometo que cuando termines, te estaré esperando. —Ha empezado a sollozar—. Donde quiera que termines, Alexander, me encontrarás a mí esperándote
Paullina SimonsEnséñame a ocultar aquello que nunca he sabido mostrar
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