The Trap. Ludovic Bruckstein
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Название: The Trap
Автор: Ludovic Bruckstein
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Историческое фэнтези
isbn: 9781912545322
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‘Not at all. I think it suited her,’ said Mrs Daoben. ‘But anyway, I assure you, Mrs Zeleznay, she doesn’t wear dresses from Vienna or Paris, but has them made by the same seamstress I go to. My seamstress is not at all expensive, I can give you her address, if you like.’
‘But they’re as stubborn as mules,’ said the notary public. ‘Before they were taken to the ghetto, I spoke to my good neighbour Mr Blumenthal and offered to buy his house and garden, since they were going to be confiscated anyway, and who knows who will get his hands on them. He adamantly refused!’
‘And when he returned, you would have given him back the property?’
‘When he returned? How could he return? Is that why they were removed from their houses, so that they could return? Don’t be so naïve, Dr Daoben. They will be taken somewhere… How should I know where? Maybe to Palestine… ’
‘Everything that happens is because of the stars!’ interrupted Pritko. ‘The position of the stars dictates the Jews’ being taken to the ghetto, our excursion, the catching and eating of trout, Blumenthal’s daughter-in-law’s Chinese silk dress, everything, everything. Nothing is taken away from anybody, nothing is given to anybody. Nobody deserves anything and nobody is guilty of anything… ’
The others laughed. Judge Daoben gave his rather ironic assent: ‘Bravo, Pritko! Perhaps you are right… Ultimately I really do think you are right. It seems to me that the stars now say that it is time for us to go home.’
The women cleared away the meal and the company set off down the valley, towards the town.
Ernst emerged from the bushes, devastated. His parents, brothers, sisters-in-law, the whole family was shut up in the ghetto, while he roamed free in the mountains. And that neighbour of theirs, the honourable notary public Mr Zeleznay… so jovial, always smiling whenever he spoke to his father, and there he was, attempting to lay hands on the family home. The Blumenthal family could be packed off to Palestine or the devil knows where, as far as he was concerned. These were the neighbours they had lived next to for so many years? What kind of world was this? How had things deteriorated like this in the space of just a few months? Ernst could find no answer. Could the answer be in the stars, as that madman Pritko said?
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