Love is, to be loved,” said Alexander, “in return.

A bus came. The soldier turned away from her and walked toward it. Tatiana watched him. Even his walk was from another world; the step was too sure, the stride too long, yet somehow it all seemed right, looked right, felt right. It was like stumbling on a book you thought you had lost. Ah, yes, there it is.

You will find a way to live without me. You will find a way to live for both of us,' Alexander said to Tatiana as the swelling Kama River flowed from the Ural Mountains through a pine village named Lazarevo, once when they were in love, and young.

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

Courage, Alexander..... Courage, Tatiana

I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.

You are my hand grenade, my artillery fire. You have replaced my heart with yourself.