“The anecdote was funny, but as my father gazed across the river at the university of his youth, his Russian life was… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
Daughters are supposed to be friends to their mothers in their old age. — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“When he asked isn't it beautiful, my father was seeing his youth, and his youth was beautiful. He closed his eyes and… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“He heard bombs exploding like fireworks, and as if in a dream his father's face flashed before him, wanting to know what… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“Just a breath ago, an eighteen-year-old nurse was bending over Rebecca’s father’s father, a wounded soldier in a Soviet hospital, saying, yes,… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“You know I can’t make her pregnant,” he said. “You know she is lying at least about that, right? After what I’d… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“This late afternoon, they stood shoulder to shoulder at the masthead, watching the dockhands tie up the boat. Though she was four… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“Father continues to make the vulgar error,” she said, “that to a woman, love is her whole existence.” — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“Mimoo shook her head. “Too sleepy for her maybe, but ideal for her mother, who worries too much. I don’t need excitement… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“You think she needs a chaperone?” When they didn’t answer, the nun tutted disapprovingly. “Let me explain something to you, Mrs. Attaviano, and I… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street. — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“You want to know what I thought of in that boat? I thought, I have to stay alive. Tatiasha will never forgive me.” — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
Tatiana had imagined her Alexander since she was a child, before she believed that someone like him was even possible. When she was a… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“Alexander: “First we will send the frontovik into the streets with guns. When they are dead, we will send me, with a tank, like… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“Have a joke for me Tania," he says, "I could use a joke." "Hmm." She thinks, looks at him, looks to see where Anthony… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
I'm going to die with Alexander's hand on my face, Tatiana thought. That is not a bad way to die. I cannot move. I… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“They came with their children, for no one left the children behind - it was for the children they had come, wanting to give… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
We can’t forget that I owe you my life.” She gazed at him. “We can’t forget that I belong to you.” “I like that… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“Come on,” he said quietly, bending to her and lifting her whole into his arms. He carried her inside. After setting her down next… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
Alexander knew that before he had light instead of darkness, he had to deserve light instead of darkness. — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
