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The B ronze Hor s e man A Novel Paullina Simons This is a work of fiction. Paullina Simons. LEV AND MARIA'S STORY: PAULLINA SIMONS'S TRIBUTE TO HER GRANDPARENTS, SURVIVORS OF RUSSIA'S TERRIBLE TWENTIETH CENTURY © by Paullina Simons Paullina Simons asserts the moral right to. The Bronze Horseman Trilogy has 7 entries in the series. This books (Tatiana and Alexander (Bronze Horseman Trilogy) [PDF]) Made by Paullina Simons About Books none To Download Please Click.


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Editorial Reviews. From Publishers Weekly. Set in her native St. Petersburg, Russia, Simons's Book 1 of 3 in The Bronze Horseman Trilogy (3 Book Series) . summer garden story bronze horseman - combertonsa - summer garden story bronze the bronze horseman trilogy book paullina simons summer garden pdf . the bronze horseman the pdf the bronze horseman the bronze horseman trilogy book 1 The Bronze Horseman _____ P. REFACE The events depicted in this.

It has been recommended to me many times over the years, from people on Goodreads and from those I know in "real life". And it has an average rating of 4. Simons takes some steps towards goodness, but then it is ruin I'm really quite confused. Simons takes some steps towards goodness, but then it is ruined by the prolonged, tedious nature of everything that happens.

For example, Tatiana and Alexander's initial flirtations are exciting; it's easy to get caught up in the angst of young love and all the issues that lie between them being together. But the story moves at a snail pace, describing their frequent walks and bus rides in intricate detail.

Everything I enjoyed soon soured and became dull. Similarly, the tale of how people lived in Soviet Russia and the fear that came with Hitler's invasion was a great setting for this wartime love story.

What a difficult time and place to try and deal with boyfriend problems. And yet, the story is once again bogged down by pages and pages describing the same things over and over: I get it: Let's move on. The bigger picture is fascinating, but the extent of the details and repetition is mind-numbing.

Also, as much as I'm a sucker for a touch of love angst now and then, I was never completely sold on the whole "forbidden love" aspect of this novel. I don't really know how I feel about the way Tatiana's sister - Dasha - was portrayed. If you've yet to read this book, Tatiana meets a handsome young soldier and they have an instant connection. Only it turns out that this soldier has been seeing and sleeping with her older sister. So, of course, Tatiana does the only right thing and refuses to be with him.

I could practically hear the author's thought process running through my mind as I was reading. Step 1: Think up a situation that would create a "forbidden love" scenario. It has to be bad so readers will get all caught up in the angsting. The solution: Step 2: We all know that women who get it on with their sister's boyfriends have a very special level of hell reserved for them, so Dasha must be portrayed in a way that will make us forgive Tatiana for her relationship with Alexander.

I didn't like the way it was handled. I felt like Dasha was only a bitch to justify poor, innocent Tatiana's actions. And I also felt like it didn't make sense for Tatiana to sacrifice her relationship with Alexander when Dasha was evidently such an awful piece of work.

Tatiana exhibits behaviour of a classic Mary Sue: Everything about this novel seems overwrought. From the exaggerated innocence vs villainous qualities of the characters, to the constant rehashing of old details. You know when you finish a book and think "half of those pages would have sufficed"? This is one of those times. Blog Facebook Twitter Instagram Tumblr View all 42 comments. The Bronze Horseman is one of my all-time favorites!

I decided to re-read it, for probably the hundredth time, and it still moves me just as much as it did the first time. The story of Alexander and Tatiana is so beautifully told and gripping that I can never put it down once I start. To think, I nearly passed over this book because I don't usually read historical romances.

That would have been a tragedy! Thank God, I finally gave it a shot after hearing so much praise for it. I really would hav The Bronze Horseman is one of my all-time favorites! I really would have missed out if I had. I don't give many 5-star ratings, but I would have given this book if I could have! Nothing I could say would do this book justice, it is just that incredible!

If you haven't read it, do it now! You won't be sorry. This epic tale of love and loss is a must-read for any romance reader. LOVE this story! View all 52 comments.

This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. Full thoughts appear on my blog: The bottom line is that this book normalizes and promotes unhealthy and abusive interactions between a husband and a wife.

Alexander faced no consequences for his actions in this book. This violence and this abuse is sold as angst and romance. And I loathed every goddamn second of it. View all 10 comments. One of the best books I've ever read, so heart wrenching but that's the beauty of it. Tatiana and Alexander's story was truly memorable and amazing. View all 4 comments. 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. God, I love this book so much. It's far from perfect but this book and these characters are just so near and dear to my heart. It's been almost a year since I read The Bronze Horseman the first time and to this day, I still haven't found a love story as great as Tatiana and Alexander's. I don't know what it is but my heart just aches every time I flip through these pages.

It felt as if I was reading this book again for the first time because I cried, swooned, and bawled some more just has much as I did the first time around. I think The Bronze Horseman will always be my favorite love story of all time, and I'll never get tired of reading about the lives of Tatiana and Alexander. I have no words to express my feelings towards this book. I kid you not. This book devoured me and haunted me even in my sleep for 24 straight hours. I gave up life and food because I couldn't put this book down.

Even now I'm still reeling and withdrawaling from everything I just read. Our two main characters Alexander and Tatiana are the epitome of tragedy. Their whole story from beginning to end was just heart-wrenching. They are the perfect example of lovers who met and loved at the wrong time, especially when the beginning of their love story was also the beginning of the Second World War. Since the very beginning and for most of the story, Alexander and Tatiana's relationship or lack thereof was put in a very complicated position.

You just can't help but root for them anyways no matter how bad things may likely turn out in the end. The lengths that they went to just to bury their feelings for each other was absolutely dreadful. The chemistry and the tension between Alexander and Tatiana was just so thick that it pained even me for them to be apart. When they do finally get together, it feels like absolute euphoria just knowing you were waiting hundreds of pages for this moment to finally happen.

And I must say, those hundreds of pages were definitely worth the wait because I completely adore the both of them. They weren't exactly sunshine and rainbows every step of the way, and their fighting got irritating because basic communication proved to be such a struggle for these two, but nonetheless I loved them anyways. Their love was undying and sacrificed so much for even just a quick glance or the brush of a hand.

Even at the brink of death, even in the end, Alexander and Tatiana just lived and breathed love for one another. As individuals, Alexander and Tatiana had their own flaws. Tatiana was very naive in the beginning but war and loss sculpted her into a strong, kind young woman. These qualities were also her weakness because it led people, especially her family, to often take advantage of her generosity and kindness.

She was the ultimate pushover and I really wanted to shake some sense into herself at times. A lot of times. She was also stubborn to no end and often put herself and Alexander in difficult situations. But I admire Tatiana's endurance and perseverance for overcoming the war and the sacrifices she had to make for herself and for her family.

Alexander was a bit more complicated to understand. I could tell without a doubt that he loved Tatiana more than life itself. He spoke of love not with words but through his actions. Sometimes I think he may have even loved her a little too much. One of the things I worry about in regards to his character though was his temper. He became very temperamental as the story progressed and I did feel as if his anger got the best of him. The characters he lashed out to did become a bit testy but sometimes he got a bit too carried away with his rage.

Though I feel a bit guilty about saying this, I must admit that I won't be surprised if abuse becomes an issue with Alexander in the later books. Pushes and shoves can easily turn into slaps and punches.

I'm hoping it won't happen since I absolutely love Alexander aside from his many flaws, but it won't come as a shock if it does happen. Aside from the romance, I really enjoyed reading World War 2 in the Soviet Union's perspective rather than America's or even Germany's.

I've read a few historical fiction novels that were set during the Second World War but I've never read one that was centered in the Soviet Union. We all know that many countries lost a lot of lives in the war but just reading about what the people went through really hurts my heart. I can't even imagine being starved to death like many of those civilians did. I couldn't even eat a proper meal while reading this book because these characters were only given scraps for food.

I haven't read a book like The Bronze Horseman that's actually affected me this way emotionally.

This book is absolutely huge. It's definitely the longest book I've read and I've successfully read it within a day. Though the length of this book could be debatable, I really think it plays a huge role in the book itself. We, as readers, are living through this war with the characters. We are growing and suffering with each and every one of them. I don't think this book would've affected me as much if it was any shorter.

There were parts that felt repetitive and possibly could've been omitted but I wouldn't change this book for the world. It's not the greatest piece of literature out there in the world, nor is it the greatest love story every told but it comes pretty close to me.

I've heard about The Bronze Horseman a few months ago but I never really gave it a second thought because I don't normally read historical fiction novels. What a mistake that was. I sincerely regret not picking this book up sooner because I can honestly say that The Bronze Horseman has topped every book I've ever read so far in my life.

I always thought that The Night Circus, a fantasy novel, would always be my favorite book of all time. I didn't doubt it because after several years and after hundreds of books, no book has ever replaced The Night Circus as my all time favorite.

Until today. On top of that, fantasy has been my preferred genre of books to read. This might have even been my first historical fiction book I've read all year and we're already halfway done with ! I was never really planning to read this book or any historical fiction novel any time soon. I just spontaneously decided to read a war romance and stumbled upon The Bronze Horseman even when I was already reading two other books.

But that dropping everything for this book was one of the greatest reading decisions I've ever made in my life. I can't even fathom how this book has impacted and affected me so greatly. I'm almost too afraid to read the next two books for fear that they won't live up to the the greatness of The Bronze Horseman. But after that ending, after all that suffering, there has to be a happy ever after in store for these two untimely lovers.

I refuse to believe that this is the end for Alexander and Tatiana. View all 25 comments. Oh what fresh hell. I thought this book would never, ever end. But these things have all been achieved by Bronze Horseman. She even manages to throw in some scurvy. The description in this book is endless. Buses, walks, dinners, ice cream, cabbage, love session, buses, w Oh what fresh hell.

Buses, walks, dinners, ice cream, cabbage, love session, buses, walks, dinners, ice cream, cabbage, love session. On and on it goes for hundreds of pages. I'm at a loss, are we supposed to be blown away by Ms. Simmons ability to convey the monotony of everyday life? Also, I'm assuming this story was meant to be a love story but 1.

I would dump anyone doing my sister while "falling in love" with me. I would never drop the man of my dreams for a hussy who beat me, even if I was related to her. Nope, no way. This book was horrid, the characters were laughable, and if I never see a blueberry again, it will be too soon. Same goes for cabbage.

View all 41 comments. Aug 19, KAS rated it it was amazing Shelves: This is book one of a phenomenal trilogy, of which I promise, you will be scrambling to read all three. It will have your heart twisted up six ways to Sunday, and then some. Paullina Simons is an extraordinary author. I felt like I was right in the midst of everything that was happening. It was surreal. Tatiana and Alexander will be seared into my heart forever.

The sacrifices they make for each other is nothing short of astounding. It is simply an epic experience!! I went in blind of course and could not have been more awed by what I was reading!

Honest to goodness it is just that amazing!! Thank goodness my library has the trilogy available, but this book is on sale right now on site Have you ever loved something so much it made you cry? Have you ever needed someone so bad, you can't sleep at night? Have you ever tried to find the words, but they don't come out right? Haaaave you everrrrrr? Right here. View all 37 comments. And that.

It's been a while since a book has made me this angry. A lengthy video review will be upcoming on my channel. View all 18 comments. It consumed me. Utterly and completely consumed me. This story is impossible to review properly. No matte 5 stars is not enough!

Our beautiful Tatiana is seventeen when the war starts, when her life changes forever. Tatia develops feelings for a soldier named Alexander. Alexander is in the Red Army. Sharing secrets, telling stories, they become close. They feel this pull unlike anything else As the war continues, things get worse in Leningrad.

Tatiana is fighting for her life, trying to survive. The characters- endearing, strong and brave.

The story- completely unforgettable. This is a book you have to read for yourself. I want to jump right into the second book, but I need a little time and I want to spread out the greatness of Tatiana and her Shura.

View all 83 comments. Love is knowing when he is hungry. There just aren't any words adequate enough to describe how much I loved this book! From the moment I started reading it, I could not put it down until I finished the very last page. And even then, I just HAD to start the second book right afterwards. Tatiana and Alexander's story is so unique and heartbreaking and beautiful , it's no wonder their story is one the most epic one's out there. Filled with love, heartbreak, anguish, hurt, betrayal, laughter and tears , The Bronze Horseman is an unforgettable journey unlike any other romance novel I've ever read.

And even though it's over pages long, there was never a dull moment in their entire story. You weren't looking for me. I found you. On the first day of war, her father has sent her out to download food supllies, but on an impulse, Tatiana decides to take a break instead and takes a moment to download ice cream and eat it on a sunny bench while waiting for the bus.

And that's when it happens. That's the moment that will change her life forever Whenever they're together, nothing else seems to matter and for a short amount of time they can truly be themselves. But their hapiness is short lived because life and reality often get in the way of them being together. They want nothing more than to be together, but literally nothing works in their favor. Not only the war and the awful living circumstances in Leningrad, but Tatiana's own family and Alexander's friend Dimitri prevent them from being together as well.

They have to keep their feelings strictly hidden, which is often easier said than done. But most important - ask: I am Tatiana. But even their short moment of reprieve doesn't last long, because war is always looming over their shoulders As a high rank soldier of the Red Army Alexander knows desertation receives the highest punishment, so after every short break he always need to go back to the front. Everything Tatiana and Amexander go through, all the pain and suffering, they do in order to save each other.

But will it be enough? All I can say is that the first part of this series ends in a way that left my heart broken and made me want to start the next part right away! You won't regret it View all 96 comments. Lovers of epic love stories.

Viola and Quinn. For five minutes there was no war, and it was just a glorious Sunday in a Leningrad June. When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street. Tatiana normally would have glanced past him down the street and moved on, except that this soldier was standing across the street and staring at her with an expression Tatiana had never seen before.

She stopped eating her ice cream. Her side of the street was already in the shade, but the side where he stood swam in the northern afternoon light. It was as if her heart started pumping blood through all four chambers at once, pouring into her lungs and flooding it through her body.

She blinked and felt her breath become shorter. But it is lies, secrets and fears that eat at their souls and will threaten to tear them apart. My GAWD!! The way he loved her?! Be still my heart! And the way she loved him?? I loved the yearning, the looks, the little touches, the tender and passionate moments between them, and also all their confrontations.

This was by no means a perfect book. While Paullina Simons vividly paints pictures with her descriptions, there are times when the wordiness becomes too much, and may have benefited from a bit of editing down the repetitive moments.

I can completely see why someone would not like this book for that reason. There are two more books to this tale: Tatiana and Alexander and The Summer Garden. For those who have read the book: I loved the Kirov trips, Luga, St.

What are you waiting for??? Besides some time to surrender over to this epic tale? It seems that people either love it or hate it. Anyway, if you do read it, I hope you love it as much as I do!

Because this truly was the most intense and amazing experience. But I won't. Ice Cream by Sarah McLachlan http: The ice cream that I love. Creamy, smooth.

Tatiana is a naive and innocent girl who's almost 17 and lives in a cramped room in Communist Russia with her grandparents, parents, sister, and brother.

One day she's told to go to the store to get some food because Germany is invading Russia. She can't imagine them ever running out of food so she downloads ice cream instead and waltzes around town.

She stopped. The bus doors opened again. The soldier looked at Tatiana, then at the bus driver. Tatiana was left standing in front of the bench. She backed away, tripped, and sat quickly down.

And it was, melting right through the bottom point of the waffle cone, onto her dress. Tatiana brushed the ice cream, only to spread it in a smear.

His voice was strong and deep and had a trace of. Not from around here, she thought, keeping her gaze lowered. And raised them and raised them.

He was tall. He was wearing a dress uniform. The beige fatigues looked like his Sunday best, and his cap was ornate, with an enameled red star on the front. He wore wide parade shoulder boards in gray metallic lace.

They looked impressive, but Tatiana had no idea what they meant. Was he a private? He was carrying his rifle. Did privates carry rifles? On the left side of his chest he wore a single silver medal trimmed in gold.

Underneath his umber cap he was dark-haired. They were peaceful and smiling.

Tatiana and the soldier stared at each other for a moment or two, but it was a moment or two too long. Strangers looked at each other for half a nothing before averting their eyes. Tatiana felt as if she could open her mouth and say his name. She glanced away, feeling unsteady and warm. She blushed again, continu25 ing to stare at the pavement between her red sandals and his black army boots. 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. In a minute the bus doors were going to open and he was going to hop on the bus and wave a little good-bye to her and she was never going to see him again.

Tatiana shouted to him in her mind. As the soldier got closer to the bus, he slowed down and stopped. At the last minute he backed away, shaking his head at the bus driver, who made a frustrated motion with his hands, slammed the door shut, and peeled away from the curb.

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The soldier came back and sat on the bench. The rest of her day flew out of her head without even a farewell. Tatiana and the soldier were having a silence. How can we be having a silence? Tatiana thought. We just met. How could we be having anything? Nervously she looked up and down the street. Suddenly it occurred to her that he might be hearing the thumping in her chest, for how could he not? The noise had scared away the crows from the trees behind them. The birds had flown off in a panic, their wings flapping fervently.

She knew—it was her. Now she needed her bus to come. He was a soldier, yes, but she had seen soldiers before. And he was goodlooking, yes, but she had seen good-looking before. Once or twice last summer she had even met good-looking soldiers.

One, she forgot his name now—as she forgot most things now—had bought her an ice cream. It was the way he had stared at her from across the street, separated from her by ten meters of concrete, a bus, and the electric wires of the tram line. He took a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his uniform. But when Tatiana opened her mouth to speak, all the words she thought of saying sounded so stupid that she just closed her mouth and begged silently for the bus to come.

Finally the soldier spoke again. It was Number Tatiana walked toward it, took out five kopecks, and climbed aboard. After paying, she made her way to the back of the bus and sat down just in time to see the soldier getting on and making his way to the back. He sat one seat behind her on the opposite side.

Tatiana scooted over to the window and tried not to think of him. Where did she intend to go on bus ? She would go there. Tatiana could see the soldier out of the corner of her eye. Where was he going on bus Number ? The bus passed Tauride Park and turned at Liteiny Prospekt. Tatiana straightened out the folds of her dress and traced the embroidered shapes of the roses with her fingers. Bending over between the seats, she adjusted her sandals.

But mainly what she did was hope at every stop that the soldier would not get off. Not here, she thought, not here. And not here either. Tatiana could tell he sat very calmly, looking out his window. Occasionally he would turn toward the front of the bus, and then Tatiana could swear he was looking at her. After crossing Liteiny Bridge over the river Neva, the bus continued across town. The few stores Tatiana saw out the window either had long lines or were closed.

The streets became progressively emptier—bright, deserted Leningrad streets. Stop after stop after stop went by. She was getting farther into north Leningrad. Unsettled, she moved tensely around on the seat. Where was she going? If Tatiana got off here, she would have to cross the street and take the bus back. What was she hoping for anyway? To watch where he got off and then come back here another day with Marina? The thought made Tatiana twitch with disquiet. Come back to find her soldier. Right now she was hoping merely for a graceful retreat and a way back home.

Little by little, other people trickled off the bus. Finally there was no one left except Tatiana and the soldier. The bus sped on. The soldier was not getting off the bus. What have I gotten myself into? Nothing here but industrial buildings.

You meeting somebody? Next will be the last stop. The bus pulled into a dusty terminal. She was afraid to turn around. She put her hand on her chest to still her relentless heart.

What was she supposed to do now? Nothing to do but take the bus back. Slowly she walked out of the station. After—and only after—taking the deepest breath, Tatiana finally looked to her right, and there he was, smiling cheerfully at her.

He had perfect white teeth—unusual for a Russian. Relief must have shown in her face. Relief and apprehension and anxiety; all that, and something else, too. Where are you going? His Russian was slightly accented.

It was correct Russian, just slightly accented. She tried to figure out if the accent and the white teeth came from the same place and, if so, where that place was.

Georgia, maybe? Somewhere near the Black Sea.

He sounded as if he came from around salt water. The soldier smiled again. She was a waif of a girl, and the soldier towered over her. Even in her high heels she barely came up to the base of his throat. Another thing she must ask him, if she could get her tongue back from him—the height.

The teeth, the accent, and the height, all from the same place, comrade? They had stopped stupidly in the middle of the deserted street. Instead of hanging around near buses, people were standing in lines downloading food. Not Tatiana, no, she was stopped stupidly in the middle of the street. Standing completely still, eclipsing the sun. Tatiana never wore makeup, but she wished she had a little lipstick. They crossed. He sat too close to her.

A dozen bus stops. The bus will come in a few minutes. Oh, perfect, Tatiana thought, looking away. He was merely on city patrol, and I was headed practically to Murmansk. What an idiot. Embarrassed, her face all red, she suddenly felt light-headed. She looked down at her shoes. Stay up. She smelled him, something pleasant and masculine, not alcohol or sweat like most Russians.

What was it? Cologne for men? Men in the Soviet Union did not wear cologne. No, it was just him. He helped her. Are you all right? Just hungry, I think. The perimeter of her upper arm was inside his hand, which was the size of a small country, perhaps Poland. Trembling slightly, Tatiana straightened herself, and he let her go, leaving a warm empty space where his hand had been.

Come on. This time they sat together, Tatiana near the window, the soldier with his uniformed arm draped over the wooden back of the seat behind her. There was just no hiding from his eyes. But it was his eyes that Tatiana wanted most to see. That was a lie. She fainted all the time. All someone had to do was bump a chair against her knee and she was on the floor unconscious. The teachers at school used to send home two or three notes a month about her fainting.

She glanced at him. He was tanned under the stubble. His white teeth were outstanding. Before he told her his name, he took it. Her small, slender, white hand disappeared in his enormous, warm, dark one. She thought he must have heard her heart through her fingers, through her wrist, through all the veins under her skin. Her hand remained outstretched in his. Such a good Russian name. Finally, reluctantly, she pulled her hand away. His large hands were clean, his fingers long and thick, and his nails trimmed.

She looked away onto the street. The window of the bus was dirty. She wondered who washed it and when and how frequently.

Anything not to think. What she felt though, was almost as if he were asking her not to turn away from him, almost as if his hand were about to come up and turn her face to him.

She turned to him, lifted her eyes, and smiled. At the back of the dress. Here, turn your back to me a little more.

It occurred to her that he must be seeing down to the small of her bare back underneath the straps, and she became suddenly and keenly self-conscious. To see your cousin Marina? Or do you want me to take you home? It took her a moment.

And moreover, why did she suddenly find herself relieved and strengthened and not afraid of going home? Alexander laughed. Where do you live, Tania? You live with your parents? With my parents, my grandparents, my sister, and my twin brother. They were on the bus forever and a second.

He thinks because he is a boy he always has to win. Do you feel like walking, or do you want to wait for bus 22? Did he just say, was? From his high forehead to his square jaw, his facial bones were prominent and clearly visible to her curious eyes. And all were set in what seemed like cement at the moment.

As if he were grinding his teeth together. You have a slight. Was he trying to change the subject? Her dress strap had fallen off her shoulder. Suddenly Alexander reached out and with his index finger pulled the strap back up, his fingertip tracing her skin. Tatiana turned red. She hated that about herself. She turned red all the time for no reason. Alexander stared at her.

His face relaxed into—what was that in his eyes? It looked almost like bedazzlement. There was something nauseating about these sudden feelings clinging to her like wet clothes.

What had she said that was so amusing? Tatiana loved the slightly arched granite bridge, and sometimes she would climb on top of the low parapets and walk the ledge. Not today, of course. She wanted to take off her shoes. How did he know her feet were killing her?

Was it that obvious? Breathing a sigh of relief, she bent, unstrapped the sandals, and slipped them off. The warm Leningrad breeze blew her blonde hair over her face.

Holding her shoes with one hand, she attempted to sort out her hair with the other. She wished she had a rubber band for her ponytail. Standing in front of her, Alexander reached out and brushed the hair away. His eyes traveled from her hair to her eyes to her mouth where they stopped.

Did she have ice cream all around her lips? Yes, that must be it. How awk- 33 ward. She licked her lips, trying to clean the corners. Very grown up. Is that very old? Slowly they walked across the Field of Mars, Tatiana barefoot and carrying the red sandals in her slightly swinging hands.

Once they got to the pavement, she put her sandals back on and they crossed the street, stopping at a nondescript brown stucco four-story building, distinguished by its lack of a front door. A deep, darkened passageway ran inside. Maybe a snowcapped palace?

A young sentry lifted his hand in salute to Alexander. Who is this with you? Tatiana watched Alexander walk beyond the iron gate across a courtyard, salute a tall officer, then stop and chat briefly to a cluster of smoking soldiers, breaking into a laugh and striding off. Nothing distinguished Alexander from the others, except that he was taller than anyone else and had darker hair and whiter teeth, broader shoulders and a wider stride.

Nothing but that he was vivid and they were muted. Petrenko asked if she wanted to sit down. She shook her head. Desire for life. If only life were more like math. She would take a day like this over any day in school or in the factory. She decided she would take a day like this over any other day in her life. Just as they were about to walk through the passageway onto the street, a soldier jumped out at them from a secret door Tatiana had not seen.

He startled her so much that she actually yelped as if stung. Was she wrong, or did Alexander move not just closer to her but closer and to the front, as if to stand not next to her but to shield her? How absurd. Graciously, she pulled away. Dimitri was average height by Russian standards, short compared to Alexander. He had a Russian face: broad, slightly washed-out features, as if the colors had all run dry. His nose was wide and turned up, his lips extremely thin.

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They were two rubber bands loosely strung together. His throat was nicked in several places by his razor. Underneath his left eye he had a small black birthmark. His uniform tunic bore no medals. Tatiana turned 35 around and found him staring at her with anxiety.

Their glances touched and moved apart. Alexander caught up and led them down the street. The Voentorg store was just around the corner. All of her books have been published with Flamingo or Harper Collins The Bronze Horseman trilogy[ edit ] It follows the Metanov family as they try to survive the siege of Leningrad, and the relationship that forms between the youngest, Tatiana Metanova, and a Red Army officer called Alexander Belov.

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Tatiana and Alexander also known as The Bridge to Holy Cross Tatiana has left the Soviet Union, and has left Alexander behind, who now awaits trial, and most probably, execution. As she tries to build a new life in America, she is haunted by the possibility that Alexander might still be alive. The Summer Garden Tatiana and Alexander have suffered the worst that the twentieth century had to offer. But now, reunited after years apart, they must learn how to live together.

And as dark forces threaten to tear their family apart, they must protect their son from the ghosts of the past. Tatiana's Table The blockade of Leningrad in is presenting particular problems as I write with abundance about cheese and milk and butter and flour and beef tenderloin and preheating ovens and buttering casserole dishes.

I keep thinking of Tatiana smelling the empty bag that once contained oatmeal when there was no electricity and no heat, no coal or wood, or water on the third floor. A prequel to the original trilogy, based around the lives of Alexander's parents.

Gina Attaviano travels from Sicily to Boston to start a new life, but is strongly attracted to Harold Barrington, the son of one of the richest businessmen in New England.View all 83 comments. Just ahead of her, Tatiana spotted a kiosk that sold ice cream.

download your caviar and butter, and eat them tonight. Oh what fresh hell. Over the months they fall deeper and deeper in secret love. It was not an easy read, but its strength and beauty pulled me forward. Tatiana wanted to hear that. His throat was nicked in several places by his razor. An annual anal

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