It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.
Markus ZusakMots clés christmas snowmen snowman
She walked down the basement steps. She saw an imaginary framed photo seep into the wall - a quiet-smiled secret. No more than a few meters, it was a long walk to the drop sheets and the assortment of paint cans that shielded Max Vandenburg. She removed the sheets closest to the wall until there was a small corridor to look through. The first part of him she saw was his shoulder, and through the slender gap, she slowly, painfully, inched her hand in until it rested there. His clothing was cool. He did not wake.
She could feel his breathing and his shoulder moving up and down ever so slightly. For a while, she watched him. Then she sat and leaned back.
Sleepy air seemed to have followed her.
The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder.
They breathed.
German and Jewish lungs.
Mots clés friendship sleep jewish beautiful the-book-thief german
The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is
like a yellow hole. . .
Mots clés sun childhood weather the-book-thief cloud max liesel
***HERE IS A SMALL FACT ***
You are going to die.
I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
Who was there to soothe him as life’s rug was snatched from under his sleeping feet?
Markus ZusakA statue of the book thief stood in the courtyard... it's very rare, don't you think, for a statue to appear before it's subject has become famous?
Markus ZusakThe soft-spoken words fell off the side of the bed, emptying to the floor like powder.
Markus ZusakMots clés atmosphere powder
When finally she finished and stood herself up, he put his arm around her, best-buddy style, and they walked on. There was no request for a kiss. Nothing like that. You can love Rudy for that, if you like.
Markus ZusakMots clés friendship love
His eyes were cold and brown — like coffee stains…
Markus ZusakLjudi nemaju srce poput mojeg. Ljudsko srce je pravac, moje je kružnica,
a imam i beskrajnu sposobnost da budem u pravo vrijeme na pravome mjestu.
Slobodno tome, uvijek zatičem ljude u najboljen i najgorem izdanju.
Vidim njihovu ružnoću i njihovu ljepotu, i pitam se kako ista stvar može
biti i jedno i drugo. Pa ipak, na jednome im zavidim.
Ljudi su, ako ništa drugo, dovoljno razumni da umru.
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