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“Soldato, lascia che ti accarezzi il viso e baci le tue labbra, lasciami urlare attraverso i mari e sussurrare attraverso i prati ghiacciati della Russia quello che sento per te... Luga, Ladoga, Leningrado, Lazarevo... Alexander, un tempo tu mi hai portata e io ora porto te. Nella mia eternità ora io porto te. Attraverso la Finlandia, attraverso la Svezia, fino in America con le mani tese, mi ergerò e mi farò avanti, destriero nero che galoppa senza cavaliere nella notte. Il tuo cuore, il tuo fucile mi conforteranno, saranno la mia culla, la mia tomba. Lazarevo stilla il tuo essere nel mio cuore, goccia d'alba al chiaro di luna, goccia del fiume Kama. Quando mi cerchi, cercami là, perchè là sarò tutti i giorni della mia vita.”

“Lowering his voice, he said, "In America we have a custom. When you're given presents for your birthday, you're supposed to open them and say thank you." Tatiana nervously looked down at the present. "Thank you." Gifts were not something she was used to. Wrapped gifts? Unheard of, even when they came wrapped only in plain brown paper. "No. Open first. Then say thank you." She smiled. "What do I do? Do I take the paper off?" "Yes. You tear it off." "And then what?" "And then you throw it away." "The whole present or just the paper?" Slowly he said, "Just the paper." "But you wrapped it so nicely. Why would I throw it away?" "It's just paper." "If it's just paper, why did you wrap it?" "Will you please just open my present?" said Alexander”

“Alexander: “First we will send the frontovik into the streets with guns. When they are dead, we will send me, with a tank, like the one you’ve been making me. When I’m dead, all the barricades down, all the weapons and tanks gone, they will send you with a rock.” Tania: “And when I’m dead?” Alexander: “You’re the last line of defense. When you’re dead, Hitler will march through Leningrad the way he marched through Paris. Do you remember that?” Tania: “That’s not fair the French didn’t fight” Alexander: “The didn’t fight Tania, but you will fight. For every street and for every building. And when you lose —”

“Good-bye, my moonsong and my breath, my white nights and golden days, my fresh water and my fire. Good-bye, and may you find a better life, find comfort again and your breathless smile, and when your beloved face lights up once more at the Western sunrise, be sure what I felt for you was not in vain. Good-bye and have faith, my Tatiana.”

“Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: what do you believe in? What do you hope for? But most important - ask: what do you love? ... I know who I am, she thought, taking his hand and turning to the altar. I am Tatiana. And I believe in, and hope for, and love Alexander for life.”