Trafika Europe 12 - French Bon-Bons

Marat Baskin

So where was it?” “Far away,” I said. I did not feel like being more specific. 

SHLOYME “Egorych!” Tikhon shouted. “Look who is still in the barn. The Germans told us to finish by six. Come on!” It was still dark in the shed. For a few minutes Kuzma stood at the door, peering into the darkness. Then he shouted: “Jews, get out! Chicken is served!” No one answered, so Kuzma went inside, spitting. Shloyme was lying against the wall. Kuzma poked him with his boot, cursed angrily, and said: “This one’s already dead. Now we’ll have to drag him out. He just couldn’t wait to get shot together with all the rest of them.” He bent over Shloyme and saw a statuette in his hand, a small bronze Statue of Liberty. ***

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