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PAULLINA SIMONS
TATIANA AND ALEXANDER
Harper
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First published in Great Britain by Flamingo an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 2003 and also under the title The Bridge to Holy Cross
Copyright © Paullina Simons 2003
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Source ISBN: 9780007118892
Ebook Edition © FEBRUARY 2015 ISBN: 9780007370078
Version: 2015-03-09
Once again for my grandfather and grandmother, ninety-eight and ninety-four, who still plant cucumbers and grow flowers and live happily ever after,
and
for our good friend Anatoly Studenkov, still as ever left behind in Russia, who does not.
And in the moonlight’s pallid glamour
Rides high upon the charging brute
Head held high ’mid echoing clamour
The Bronze Horseman in pursuit.
And all through that long night no matter
What road the frantic wretch might take
There would pound with ponderous clatter
The Bronze Horseman in his wake.
—Aleksandr Pushkin
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