SARA. Laws are keeping silence during the war. Elena Fishtik
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      – I understand you, and now you’re going to L’vov, – Ziama laughed.

      The queuing for the water was quite long, friends countered each other relentlessly, the language in which they spoke was a surrogate for the Jewish, Ukrainian and Russian:

      – How did you marry Haya, I am afraid of her, she can kill by the glance?!

      Listening to the elders, Sara became cheerful.

      After drinking some water and taking it with them, she and her mother crossed the road, where there was a small little market, the brother, a little later, caught up with them.

      The mother thought it would be good to exchange her ring on the products, as the way was expected to be not near and not easy, where there is such a possibility could be.

      The voices of traded were heard everywhere:

      – I would not for a half price buy this fur coat.

      Look – there is a fur out! – a thick aunt squealed.

      – Madame, but for this price a couple of years you will have a great leather coat!

      – Either he made fun of, or really believed in his words the seller with the silly expression on his face, reminiscent of a caricature.

      Suddenly, as in the gramophone, right behind Sara the voices were heard:

      – We haven’t seen for a long time! How are you doing? What do you do?

      – Thank you, slowly. I am working on memoirs.

      – Writing memoirs? It is wonderful. By the way, have you already reached the point when you have taken me 30 rubles?

      Pictures, characters and actions change like a kaleidoscope.

      – Good day, Semyon Markovich, how are you doing?

      – Little by little, and yours?

      – The same. I have an interesting little case to you.

      There is a luxury bride for you – the young widow of great beauty, she is very serious. And innocent.

      – How innocent? You said that she is a widow.

      – Oh, a word that she is a widow, it was so long ago, she has already forgotten everything.

      “The bazaar”, you can see and you can hear everything!

      The signal train whistle alerted that passengers should take their seats.

      People hastily rushed to their cars.

      The bazaar deserted at once and traders immediately bored, staring at the chain of cars, whether envying departing, or regretting that did not have time to bargain and sell, barter or more items.

      Meanwhile, the train had already started off.

      The night was falling.

      All the passengers began to prepare for the bedtime.

      Each tried to stretch his legs, but it was not easy, everywhere they were bumping into the other passengers, the little wick was lighting, people had to navigate almost to the touch.

      At the end of the car someone screamed, the voices of neighbors were heard:

      – A! Are not you ashamed?

      – So many thieves are around!

      – No, I mixed up the bag!

      – We know how you are confused!

      – All right, leave him alone, maybe he really mixed up, it is too dark in here.

      – Stop yelling, let sleep!

      – Sleep yourself there.

      – I said, shut up already!

      – What? – a hefty man outraged rising from his seat.

      – Okay, okay, keep calm, – probably his wife wailed.

      Near the neighbors hissed, and somehow it all gradually found a peace.

      Sara and Emma sat down on either side of Boris, and put their heads on his shoulders.

      Boris was already snoring and his mother was also dozing, Sara could not sleep.

      Thoughts assailed her.

      – What is L’vov? – Sara wondered mentally.

      After all, this city still belongs to Poland, though it is already managed by the USSR.

      According to the stories, it is beautiful, that’s all.

      Laws are keeping silence during the war.

      Lukan

      Chapter 2. L’vov

      Ancient, beautiful Polish city of L’vov met Sara with her family not hospitable, by the wild downpour, by the wind that knocked down and grim faces.

      The red flag flew over L’vov.

      It seemed almost a year, as the city lives and breathes the atmosphere of change, but from the first minute it was clear that nothing of the kind, the city and the citizens were strangers, not like Zaporojye and its inhabitants.

      Temporarily Boris and his family were located near the railway station, in a communal apartment, they were given rations.

      In the morning the brother left the service, Emma began to work about the house, and Sara went out.

      She stood on the porch with a little hesitation, fighting the urge to dive back into the apartment, it was so uncomfortable and even scary for her.

      Two old women were sitting on the bench and discussing something, looking at the windows on the second floor.

      Sara was also curious, and she looked up.

      There was a young woman who cleaned the window.

      Sara thought, there was nothing special, and went towards the center.

      Passing by the old ladies she heard one of them appealing to the young mistress who cleaned the window:

      – Oh, Galia, you are a hostess today, you are washing the windows as neighbors couldn’t be seen…

      Sara was very amused by this.

      Suddenly, her eyes fell on a beautiful dome of the building, which was located nearby.

      Sara was interested in looking at this house closer.

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