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“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 can't get up. Just can't. She closed her eyes and felt herself drifting. Through the haze in front of her she heard Alexander's voice. "Tatiana, I love you. Do you hear me? I love you like I've never loved anyone in my whole life. Now, get up. For me, Tatia. For me, please get up and go take care of your sister. Go on. And I'll take care of you.”

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Paullina Simons
Paullina Simons

Paullina Simons (born 1963) is a Russian-American author best known for her bestselling novel 'The Bronze Horseman' and its sequels. Born in Leningrad (now St. Petersburg), she emigrated to the United States with her family in 1978. She graduated from the University of Kansas and later pursued a writing career. Her works, often set against the backdrop of World War II, blend historical events with romance and drama. Simons' writing is characterized by emotional depth and vivid storytelling. Her books have been translated into over 30 languages and sold millions of copies worldwide. She continues to write and resides in the United States. more

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