Shura, Iโm 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.
Paullina SimonsTania,โ he whispers, โpromise me you wonโt forget me when I die.โ โYou wonโt die, soldier,โ she says. โYou wonโt die. Live! Live on, breathe on, claw onto life, and do not let go. Promise me you will live for me, and I promise you, when youโre done, I will be waiting for you.โ She is sobbing. โWhenever youโre done, Alexander, I will be here, waiting for you.
Paullina SimonsTatiana had imagined her Alexander since she was a child, before she believed that someone like him was even possible. When she was a little girl, she dreamed of a fine world in which a good man walked its winding roads, perhaps somewhere in his wandering soul searching for her.
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