The melody of a religious feeling is the music of life itself. To those who do not hear it I could not explain what it sounds like ... If the spark isn't smoldering somewhere inside one, no efforts can ever… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at everyone in the room. It was a terrible gaze, mad or maybe furious and full of fear of death... Then something incomprehensible and frightening happened. ... He suddenly lifted his left hand… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
Go to meet destiny halfway and destiny will come to your assistance. — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
The melody of a religious feeling is the music of life itself. To those who do not hear it I could not explain what… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
I like old people, just as I like old trees: in their shadow there is freshness and peace, one admires them, and around them… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
On, those ever-changing moods of Moscow! How swiftly they go from black to white, from one extreme to another, from friendship to accusations, from… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
For twenty-seven years I was witness to the spiritual deterioration of my own father, watching day after day how everything human in him left… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
The one good thing about not seeing you is that I can write you letters. — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
As a result of half a century of Soviet rule people have been weaned from a belief in human kindness. — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at everyone in the room. It was a terrible gaze, mad or maybe furious and full of… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
Moscow, breathing fire like a human volcano with its smouldering lava of passion, ambition and politics, its hurly-burly of meetings and entertainment… Moscow seethes… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
