“Alexander: “First we will send the frontovik into the streets with guns. When they are dead, we will send me, with a… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
We walk alone through this world, but if we're lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: What do believe in? What do you… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“He yanked up a couple of mushrooms. "Tania, can we eat these?" Taking them out of his hands and throwing them back… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“Lowering his voice, he said, "In America we have a custom. When you're given presents for your birthday, you're supposed to open… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: what do you believe in? What do… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“Alexander, my nights, my days, my every thought. You will fall away from me in just a while, won’t you, and I’ll… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
But on that sunlit Sunday, Alexander knew nothing, thought nothing, imagined nothing. He forgot Dimitri and war and the Soviet Union and… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
