Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.

Tatiana and the soldier were having a silence

And that's my point: all great things worth having require great sacrifice worth giving.

Alexander knew that before he had light instead of darkness, he had to deserve light instead of darkness.

Here I am, your one man circus freak show, having bled out for mother Russia, having desperately tried to get to you, now on top of you with this scourge marks, and you, who used to love me, who was sympathized, internalized, normalized everything, you are not allowed to turn away from me....this is what I am going to look like until the day I die. I can't get any peace from you ever unless you find away to make peace with this. Make peace with me. Or let me go for good.

Lazarevo drips you into my soul, dawn drop by moonlight drop from the river Kama. When you look for me, look for me there, because that's where I'll be all the days of my life.

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