Courage, Alexan­der,” she whis­pered. “Courage, Ta­tiana.

Please don't die," she whispered. "I don't think I can bury you. I already buried everyone else." "How can I die," Alexander said, his voice breaking, "when you have poured your immortal blood into me?

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.

Oh Alexander," she said, "what do you want from me..." "Everything!" he whispered fiercely.

Tatia: I think its too big to fit

There are some battles, no matter how much you don’t want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for.

I know that sometimes the things we carry become too much for us. We are burned down, but somehow we have to pick ourselves up and keep going