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reading list: the bronze horseman by paulina simons.
“we walk alone through this world, but if we’re lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains us through a lifetime of loneliness.”
Happy Birthday, Anthony Alexander Barrington (May 29, 1919)
They had no past. They had no future. They just were.
The Bronze Horseman, Paullina Simons (via iamciska)
I love you. I’m blind for you, wild for you. Sick with you. I told you that our first night together when I asked you to marry me, I am telling you now. Everything that’s happened to us, everything, is because I crossed the street for you. I worship you. You know that through and through.
The Summer Garden, Paullina Simons (via ardentadmirations)
All nations were different. The Russians were unparalleled in their suffering, the English in their reserve, the Americans in their love of life, the Italians in their love of Christ, and the French in their hope of love. So when they made the dress for Tatiana, they made it full of promise. They made it as if to tell her, put it on, cherie, and in this dress you, too, shall be loved as we have loved; put it on and love shall be yours. And so Tatiana never despaired in her white dress with red roses. Had the Americans made it, she would have been happy. Had the Italians made it, she would have started praying, had the British made it, she would have squared her shoulders, but because the French made it, she never lost hope.
Paullina Simons, The Bronze Horseman (via quoted-books)
[The Bronze Horseman Appreciation Week] day 7 ♦ Location: LAZAREVO
“Lazarevo drips you into my soul, dawn drop by moonlight drop from the river Kama. When you look for me, look for me there, because that’s where I will be all the days of my life.”
Alexander, were you looking for me? All my life.