Nikolasha and Rosa had died for the romantic delusion: totalitarian love as reckless melodrama and desperate… — Simon Sebag Montefiore
Nikolasha and Rosa had died for the romantic delusion: totalitarian love as reckless melodrama and desperate possession, an orchestra of trumpets and thunderbolts. Now he saw clearly that the real poetry of love was a meandering river, an accumulation of accidents, the momentum of details.
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