Tatiana Metanova, 50s, a concept ✨

All nations were differents. The Russians were unparalleled in their suffering, the English in their reserve, the American in their love of life, the Italian in their love of Christ, and the French in the 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.

"Not bombs not my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars."

A tear escaped Tatiana's eye, no matter how strong she tried to be. "Please, don't die," she whispered. "I don't think I can bury you. I already buried everyone else." "How can I die," Alexander said, his voice breaking, "when you have poured your inmortal blood into me?"

I just thought... Lucas could be perfect Alexander one day, when he... grows up a little. What do you think, guys? Or it is enough for him to be Gilbert Blythe? :D:D

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