Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.

When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.

Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.

If there is God, I thought...Please some day let me make love to this girl while she wears that dress." "Oh..." "Tatiasha...isn't it nice to know there is a God?

Thank you," she whispered, "for keeping yourself alive, soldier." "You're welcome," he whispered back.

We 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.

We’ll meet again in Lvov, my love and I…” Tatiana hums, eating her ice cream, in our Leningrad, in jasmine June, near Fontanka, the Neva, the Summer Garden, where we are forever young.