I was going to be sick soon. I had certainly done some damage to the body while trying to numb the heart.
Being tired is a luxury that a working woman can't afford, which is why I did my best to keep it together, to maintain an impossible juggling act: work, shopping, phone calls - endless, endless phone calls.
Andrei wasn't just ideal - he was unique. I didn't need the rest of the world when I had him; you could disappear into him and forget who you were.
I believe in the unity of souls because I've seen it. I remember how my grandfather and grandmother lived together. But as for the rest, I know perfectly well how it will go, and how it will end.
When I got home, I looked around and thought that it was about time for a good cry. A really serious one.
Sometimes I think that people are like stars or planets in the sky. Near each other, but unable to reach out and touch one another, even though they're sharing the same orbit. Spinning through the darkness so close together, they only see the outlines of unfamiliar figures. And they strain with all their might to reach each other, but gravity forces them into circle after circle of pointless motion in empty space.
It's hard for a woman to respect a man who refuses to take any action to solve his problems.
A mother's heart has the gift of foresight.
When you were dealing with a person separated from everybody by an invisible thick glass wall - like a bubble where he didn't let anybody in - every little thing mattered.
Her entire previous life had left her absolutely unprepared for this day. Or rather for this morning.
Two months and then he'll find another toy? Nellie was right. What is going to happen to me after?
His hands worked magic but his heart was cold as ice.
Arina had no idea what she wanted except that she wanted to be with him.
He was sure: no one had ever caused her to feel that before. It felt like playing with fire.
You ran away from me and I'm not used to people running away from me.
He wanted Arina This thought filled her body with happiness. She was crazy!
Arina still remembered his hands holding her tight, not letting her escape.
Looking at him felt like a torment. Her heart was beating faster with every second, trying to jump out of her chest. Fear and desire, before unknown, were coming over her like strong, powerful waves, breaking somewhere below her waist.
He didn't like personal questions. But, to be fair, he never really asked them either.
The only thing remaining was to hang Arina in the Louvre like the Mona Lisa and forget that she was alive.
