Last witnesses : an oral history of the children of World War II
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Last witnesses : an oral history of the children of World War II
Random House, c2019
- hbk.
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Poslednie svideteli
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Poslednie svideteli
大学図書館所蔵 全1件
収録内容
- He was afraid to look back...
- My first and last cigarette...
- Grandma prayed...she asked that my soul come back...
- They lay pink on the cinders...
- I still want my mama...
- Such pretty German toys...
- A handful of salt...all that was left of our house...
- And I kissed all the portraits in my schoolbook...
- I gathered them with my hands...they were very white...
- I want to live! I want to live!...
- Through a buttonhole...
- All I heard was mama's cry...
- We played, and the soldiers wept...
- In the cemetery the dead lay above ground...as if they'd been killed again...
- I realized - this was my father...my knees trembled...
- Close your eyes, sonny...don't look...
- My little brother cries, because he wasn't there when papa was there...
- That girl was the first to come...
- I'm your mama...
- We ask: can we lick it?...
- ...an extra half-spoon of sugar
- Dear house, don't burn! Dear house, don't burn!...
- She came in a white smock, like mama...
- Auntie, take me on your knees...
- ...and began to rock her like a doll
- They had already bought me a primer...
- ...neither suitors nor soldiers...
- If only one son could be left...
- He wiped his tears with his sleeve...
- He hung on the string like a baby...
- You'll be my children now...
- We kissed their hands...
- I looked at them with a little girl's eyes...
- Our mama didn't smile...
- I couldn't get used to my name...
- His army shirt was wet...
- As if she had saved his own daughter...
- They carried me to the unit in their arms..I was all one bruise from head to foot....
- And why am I so small?...
- They were drawn by the human scent...
- Why did they shoot her in the face? My mama was so beautiful...
- You asked me to finish you off...
- And I didn't even have a scarf on...
- No one to play outside with...
- I'll open the window at night...and give the pages to the wind...
- Dig here...
- Grandpa was buried under the window...
- ...And they tamped it down with the shovels, so it looked pretty
- I'll buy myself a dress with a little bow...
- How did he die, if there was no shooting today?...
- Because we're girls, and he's a boy...
- You're no brothers of mine, if you play with German boys...
- We even forgot that word...
- You should go to the front, but you fall in love with my mama...
- In the last moments they shouted their names...
- All four of us pulled that sledge...
- These two boys became light as sparrows...
- I was embarrassed to be wearing girl's shoes...
- I screamed and screamed...I couldn't stop...
- We all joined hands...
- We didn't even know how to bury...but now we somehow recollected it...
- He gathered them in a blanket...
- They took the kittens out of the cottage...
- Remember: 6 Park Street, Mariupol...
- I heard his heart stop...
- I ran away to the front following my sister, First Sergeant Vera Redkina...
- In the direction of the sunrise...
- A white shirt shines far off in the dark...
- On the clean floor that I had just washed...
- Did God watch this? And what did He think?...
- The wide world is wondrous...
- They brought long, thin candy...it looked like pencils...
- The little trunk was just his size...
- I was afraid of that dream...
- I wanted to be mama's only child...so she could pamper me...
- But, like rubber balls, they didn't sink...
- I remember the blue, blue sky...and our planes in that sky...
- Like ripe pumpkins...
- We ate...the park...
- Whoever cries will be shot...
- Dear mama and dear papa - golden words...
- They brought her back in pieces...
- The chicks had just hatched...I was afraid they'd be killed...
- King of clubs...king of diamonds...
- A big family photograph...
- At least let me pour some little potatoes in your pockets...
- A is for Apple, B is for Ball...
- He gave me an Astrakhan hat with a red ribbon...
- And I fired into the air...
- My mother carried me to first grade in her arms...
- My dear dog, forgive me...My dear dog, forgive me...
- And she ran away : 'That's not my daughter! not mi-i-ne!'
- Were we really children? we were men and women...
- Don't give some stranger papa's suit...
- At night I cried : where is my cheerful mama?...
- He won't let me fly away...
- Everybody wanted to kiss the word victory...
- Wearing a shirt made from my father's army shirt...
- I decorated it with red carnations...
- I waited a long tome for my father...all my life...
- At that limit...that brink...