Table of Contents Table of Contents
Previous Page  88 / 198 Next Page
Show Menu
Previous Page 88 / 198 Next Page
Page Background


Toņa runs her fingers over his jutting ribs:

– Bunny asks Piggy, where’d the bones go? Buried in the

battlefield, below!

Jukums giggles, Toņa goes quiet. The night and groaning

ice freeze in her gaze. She pretends to fall asleep, she wants

to be distant and alone.

Toņa used to be soft as down. She dreamed of becoming a

hairdresser. Wanted to go to the city, find a job. There

weren’t many men left after the war, but there had to be

someone who needed a shave.

Toņa's heart was like down, until the hero incident in the

last autumn of the war, on the recent battleground. Ludvigs

was tilling a fallow, Pēterītis was leading the horse by the

reins. The horse was just like Pēteris – young and green,

dishevelled, gangly, couldn’t stay within the furrows.

Ludvigs had a smart horse before, but it had been driven off

by the Germans, set loose, so they had to till with a horse

that had all but rolled off the back of a Red Army cart.

Toņa was nearby, scything away and daydreaming.

Throwing twigs at her brother each time he, their father

and the horse emerged from the bushes.