When I compared Anna’s life to being a glorious train wreck I didn’t realize how literal that analogy was going to turn out.
Anna’s end is a bit too tidy (no pun intended) for me. That dream she had her whole life, while beautifully vivid, is too convenient. And we already had the same thing happen when she first arrived in Moscow.
She died a very literary death, but not a very real one. Still sad, however.