For East German films made during the decade see List of East German films. Ivan would think I was crazy if I told him the truth.This is a list of the most notable films produced in Cinema of Germany in the 1970s.įor an alphabetical list of articles on West German films see Category:West German films. I searched for a reasonable answer but remained silent. “I don’t want to go,” I said, pulling my eyes from his to the bay.

I didn’t want to feel like the ballerina in the music box on my dresser, spinning in an exhausting and eternal pirouette just to please someone who had deserted me. I just didn’t want to sit in front of a Christmas tree with only him and our cook Borya, who were both paid to be there. His comment stung, but I didn’t believe I was asking for much. You do not need your papa to hold your hand anymore.” He pulled off his suit jacket, set it on my shoulders, and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind my ear. I fought a shiver-though, of course, Ivan noticed. I can handle a little cold.” It was the worst time in the world for a strong breeze to pick up and blow a cold front off the Atlantic. “Only an Eskimo would think forty degrees isn’t cold,” I returned with conviction. “When we were in Aspen last year, you complained about the cold. His dry expression showed he was not close to bursting in any way. “If you’re not careful, Ivan, you’ll surely burst with all the confidence you have in me.” That was only true because I wasn’t allowed more than an inch of freedom, but I kept the retort inside.

My fingers tightened around the jewelry box. “You do not know how things work over there.” His eyes came back to mine, seemingly oblivious to the incoming tide that soaked his Italian loafers. It held a tense note, as if the idea of me going to the Russian police had equally amused and disturbed him. Actually, after a few seconds of staring at me, he cast a disinterested look out at the bay and released a breath. “And once you are over there, what will you be able to do if he is?” “What if he’s in some kind of trouble?” I’d met a number of papa’s business partners, and there wasn’t a single one I would be comfortable being alone with. The knowledge released a small weight from my shoulders, but it also added another. What if he’s sick and doesn’t want me to know?”Īt the sincerity in his eyes, I believed him. You know he’s not watching his cholesterol. “Papa practically lives there these days. “The capital of Russia? The place I was born? The-”

“Moscow,” he repeated slowly, like he’d heard me wrong. Had cool and collected Ivan Volkov actually paled at that single word, or was it my overactive imagination? He released my arm, his quiet intensity freezing me to the wet stone. “Home” was on my lips, but something entirely different, something that shocked even me, came out. Ancient Roman Surgeons were Trained to Block Out the Screams of Human Pain!

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