She knew that alexander was sitting on the bench by the house slightly behind her, and that he was watching her. he was doing that more and more often. Watching her as he smoked. And smoked. And smoked.
Paullina Simonsin the dark room she sits and in front of her is a plate and on the plate lies a black hunk of bread the size of a deck of cards. The bread has sawdust in it, and cardboard. She takes a knife and a fork, and cuts it slowly into four pieces. She eats one, chews it deliberately, pushes it with difficulty through her dry throat. eats another and another and finally the last one. She lingers especially on the last one. She knows after this piece is gone there will be no more food until tommorow morning. She wishes she could be strong enough to save half of the bread until dinner, but she isn't, she can't. When she looks up from her plate, her sister Dasha, is staring at her. Her plate is long empty.
" I wish Alexander was coming back" says Dasha. " He might have food for us"
I wish Alexander was coming back, thinks Tatiana.
Tania...you and I had only one moment..."said Alexander. "A single moment in time, in your time and mine...one instant, when another life could have still been possible." He kissed her lips. "Do you know what I'm talking about?"
(When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.)
"I know that moment," whispered Tatiana.
I know that sometimes the things we carry become too much for us. We are burned down, but somehow we have to pick ourselves up and keep going
Paullina SimonsWe 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 and out—there is nothing harder.
Paullina SimonsDo you see the Field of Mars, where I walked next to my bride in her white wedding dress, with red sandals in her hands, when we were kids?”
“I see it well.”
“We spent all our days afraid it was too good to be true, Tatiana,” said Alexander. “We were always afraid all we had was a borrowed five minutes from now.”
Her hands went on his face. “That’s all any of us ever has, my love,” she said. “And it all flies by.”
“Yes,” he said, looking at her, at the desert, covered coral and yellow with golden eye and globe mallow. “But what a five minutes it’s been.
This wasn’t a way of getting over a passing crush on your older sister’s swain. This was the moon of Jupiter and the sun of Venus aligning in the sky over her head.
Paullina SimonsOpen your eyes, soldier,” Tatiana said fondly, caressing his face.“Are you hungry?”
“I was hungry,” Alexander said. “But you fed me.” His body was shaking underneath his sheet.
Tag: the-bronze-horseman
La mesa se interponía entre ellos. Tatiana pasó al otro lado.
—Shura —dijo en voz baja—, por favor, deja que te toque.
—No. —El capitán se apartó.
Naira volvió a asomar la cabeza.
—¿Está la cena preparada?
—Casi, Naira Mijailovna. —Miró a Alexandr—. Dijiste que no te marcharías hasta arreglarme —señaló—. Arréglame, Shura.
—Tú misma me dijiste que nada de lo que hiciera arreglaría lo que está mal dentro
de ti. Bueno, me has convencido. ¿Dónde están mis cosas?
—Shura...
Tag: el-jinete-de-bronce
Alexander, me has roto el corazón. Pero por haberme llevado a tu espalda, por tirar de mi trineo de muerte, por darme tu último pedazo de pan, por el cuerpo que te destrozaste por
mí, por el hijo que me has dado, por los veintinueve días que vivimos en el paraíso,
por todas nuestras arenas blancas de Naples y nuestros vinos de Napa, por todos los
días que has sido mi primer y mi último aliento, por Orbeli... Te perdonaré.
Tag: el-jardín-de-verano
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