I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.

The days of idealism had gone. Only life was left.

Alexander to Tatiana: I love you as much as it is possible for a man to love a woman.

Shura, I’m yours. You may not like it today, you may not want it tonight, you may wish for it all to be different now, but it remains, and I remain, as always, only yours. Nothing can change that. Not your wrath, your fists, your body or your death.

In Alexander's life there was one thread that could not be broken by death, by distance, by time, by war. Could not be broken. As long as I am in the world, she said with her breath and her body, as long as I am, you are permanent, soldier.

Tania, last time in Morozovo, I let you go, but not this time. This time we live together or we die together.

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