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The bond of our hearts—” “—spans miles, memory, and time,”
“Is reading so dangerous?”
the calmest voices could carry the cruelest words.
Impatience was the grim reaper of all true victories.
He was not a Bolshevik. He was a boy in love. No Bolshevik would tell a lice-ridden former princess that she was beautiful.
“Let no one ever call you tame!”
