When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.
When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.
A bus came. The soldier turned away from her and walked toward it. Tatiana watched him. Even his walk was from another world; the step was too sure, the stride too long, yet somehow it all seemed right, looked right, felt right. It was like stumbling on a book you thought you had lost. Ah, yes, there it is.
Alexander knew that before he had light instead of darkness, he had to deserve light instead of darkness.
Alexander tilted his head and kissed her deeply on the lips. He let go of her hands, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. They kissed as if in a fever... they kissed as if the breath were leaving their bodies.
Dear God, Tatiana prayed in bed that night, turning to the wall and pulling the white sheet and the thin brown blanket over herself. If You are there somewhere, please teach me how to hide what I never knew how to show.
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.
I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.
Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.
Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart.
She knew that alexander was sitting on the bench by the house slightly behind her, and that he was watching her. he was doing that more and more often. Watching her as he smoked. And smoked. And smoked.
Tania, there is so much still ahead of you. Be patient with life
Tatia: I think its too big to fit
Tatiana and the soldier were having a silence
There are some battles, no matter how much you don't want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for.
Up on the roof Tatiana thought about the evening minute, the minute she used to walk out the factory doors, turn her head to the left even before her body turned, and look for his face. The evening minute as she hurried down the street, her happiness curling her mouth upward to the white sky, the red wings speeding her to him, to look up at him and smile.
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.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories