It’s a small story really, about, among other things: * A girl * Some words * An accordionist * Some fanatical Germans * A Jewish fist fighter * And quite a lot of thievery
It’s just… I wish it was easier, for me, you know? I make a special point not to look at her. I wish it was someone else who was chosen for this. Someone competent. If only I didn’t stop that robbery....
It’s probably fair to say that in all the years of Hitler’s reign, no person was able to serve the Führer as loyally as me. A human doesn’t have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas m...
Jego długa postać w łóżku i srebro oczu, przeświecające spod powiek. Jego dusza usiadła, potem wyszła mi naprzeciw. Takie dusze zawsze to czynią – to te najlepsze. Podnoszą się i mówią: „Znam cię, jes...
Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.
Just give hime five more minutes and he would surely fall into the German gutter and die. They would all let him, and they would all watch.
Koliko, zapravo, jedni drugima dopuštamo da semeđusobno upoznamo?
La paura è la strada.La paura è ogni singolo passo.
Lastly, the Hubermanns. Hans. Papa. He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kind of souls always do--the best ones. The ones who rise u...
Liesel shrugged away entirely from the crowd and entered the tide of Jews, weaving through them till she grabbed hold of his arm with her left hand.His face fell on her.It reached down as she tripped,...
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
Living was living.The price was guilt and shame.
Ljudi su ponekad prelijepi. Ne po izgledu. Ne po riječima. Već samo po onome što jesu.
Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one than people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving.
Max, Hans, and Rosa I cannot account for, but I know that Liesel Meminger was thinking that if the bombs ever landed on Himmel Street, not only did Max have less chance of survival than everyone else,...
Mi única preocupación es que cada vez que he deseado que algo suceda de una manera, ocurre del modo contrario, como si todo estuvieraperfectamente diseñado para enfrentarme a lo desconocido.
My heart applauds inside my ears, first like a roaring crowd, then slows and slows until it's a solitary person, clapping with unbridled sarcasm. Clap. Clap.Clap.
No one had ever given her music before.
Now he turned on to the side street, making his way to number thirty-three, resisting the urge to smile, resisting the urge to sob or even imagine the safety that might be awaiting him. He reminded hi...
Papa- the accordionist- and Himmel Street.One could not exist without the other, because for Liesel, both were home.
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