Everything we hear in those flashbacks is a further explanation of Tatianas self, of her motivations, of her emotions and how she copes with everything life has in store for her. I must say I quite liked the flashbacks which offered a glimpse of how Tatianas childhood ended that one summer at Lake Ilmen. I loved how this trilogy came to an end, with all the heartbreak and heartache and mistrust and drama and love, lots and lots of love. I have to be honest, but when I finished “Tatiana and Alexander”, my thoughts were: ‘It can only get better with the third one’ – and indeed (and thank goodness) it did. Perhaps on the surface they were still in their twenties, but their hearts were old. The swimming child Tatiana of the Luga, of the Neva, of the River Kama. Well, Tatiana supposed that was only right.įor Alexander believed his Tatiana of once was gone, too. Where was he, her Alexander of once? Was he truly gone? The Alexander of the Summer Garden, of their first Lazarevo days, of the hat in his hands, white-toothed, peaceful, laughing, languid, stunning Alexander, had he been left far behind?
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