But in a way, it was, Taras thought, though he was at a loss to understand exactly how. There were differences, obviously, in their status. But in the end, Barshai was right. They still served. He knew that what he and Barshai were to Isaev was different than what Liadov was to Isaev, and thinking about that made an now-familiar ache twinge in his jaw.
"Barshai...you remember before, when I said I didn't understand what's between Isaev and Liadov? I feel like I'm starting to, now, only it doesn't make it better."
He let out a short breath.
"It makes it worse," he whispered.
Taras shifted in bed, rolling to his side, the mattress giving slightly under his muscular bulk.
"He's coming back. Liadov, I mean. He's coming back to Leningrad. I thought you should know that."
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Date: 2009-02-27 09:05 pm (UTC)He fell silent for a few moments.
"Not in the same way."
But in a way, it was, Taras thought, though he was at a loss to understand exactly how. There were differences, obviously, in their status. But in the end, Barshai was right. They still served. He knew that what he and Barshai were to Isaev was different than what Liadov was to Isaev, and thinking about that made an now-familiar ache twinge in his jaw.
"Barshai...you remember before, when I said I didn't understand what's between Isaev and Liadov? I feel like I'm starting to, now, only it doesn't make it better."
He let out a short breath.
"It makes it worse," he whispered.
Taras shifted in bed, rolling to his side, the mattress giving slightly under his muscular bulk.
"He's coming back. Liadov, I mean. He's coming back to Leningrad. I thought you should know that."