As wise and funny as it is thrilling and original — the story of two young men on an impossible adventure.
A writer visits his retired grandparents in Florida to document their experience during the infamous siege of Leningrad. His grandmother won’t talk about it, but his grandfather... read more
During WWII, the city of Leningrad, Russia is being held under siege by Germans. Choked off from all supplies of food and other necessities, the city people are living in desperation during the cold months of the Russian winter.
Lev, a Jewish adolescent, too young for the army and... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“There is a place beyond hunger, beyond fatigue, where time no longer seems to move and the body's misery no longer seems fully your own.”Lev Beniov
“Truth might be stranger than fiction, but it needs a better editor.”David Benioff
“The experience of terror does not make you braver. Perhaps, though, it is easier to hide your fear when you’re afraid all the time.”Lev Beniov
“That was the only way to talk. You couldn’t let too much truth seep into your conversation, you couldn’t admit with your mouth what your eyes had seen. If you opened the door even a centimeter, you would smell the rot outside and hear the screams. You did not open the door. You kept your mind on the tasks of the day, the hunt for food and water and something to burn, and you saved the rest for the end of the war.”
“The loneliest sound in the world is other people making love.”Lev Beniov
“Listen to me. I know you're afraid. You're right to be afraid. Only an idiot would be calm sitting in a house knowing the Einsatzgruppen are coming. But this is what you've been waiting for. This is the night. They're trying to burn down our city; they're trying to starve us to death. But we're like two of Piter's bricks. You can't burn a brick. You can't starve a brick.”Nikolai Alexandrovich Vlasov
“This is literature. We don't call it robbery; we call it homage.”Nikolai Alexandrovich Vlasov
“Talent must be a fanatical mistress. She’s beautiful; when you’re with her, people watch you, they notice. But she bangs on your door at odd hours, and she disappears for long stretches, and she has no patience for the rest of your existence: your wife, your children, your friends. She is the most thrilling evening of your week, but some day she will leave you for good. One night, after she’s been gone for years, you will see her on the arm of a younger man, and she will pretend not to recognize you.”Highlighted by 273 Kindle customers
June—contrary to popular belief, the experience of terror does not make you braver. Perhaps, though, it is easier to hide your fear when you’re afraid all the time.Highlighted by 120 Kindle customers
I was cursed with the pessimism of both the Russians and the Jews, two of the gloomiest tribes in the world.Highlighted by 119 Kindle customers
“Those words you want to say right now? Don’t say them.” He smiled and cuffed my cheek with something close to real affection. “And that, my friend, is the secret to living a long life.”Highlighted by 113 Kindle customers
Heroes and fast sleepers, then, can switch off their thoughts when necessary. Cowards and insomniacs, my people, are plagued by babble on the brain.Highlighted by 112 Kindle customers
German corpses fell from the sky; cannibals sold sausage links made from ground human in the Haymarket; apartment blocs collapsed to the ground; dogs became bombs; frozen soldiers became signposts; a partisan with half a face stood swaying in the snow, staring sad-eyed at his killers. I had no food in my belly, no fat on my bones, and no energy to reflect on this parade of atrocities. I just kept moving, hoping to find another half slice of bread for myself and a dozen eggs for the colonel’s daughter.Highlighted by 107 Kindle customers
I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed. I was born an insomniac and that’s the way I’ll die, wasting thousands of hours along the way longing for unconsciousness, longing for a rubber mallet to crack me in the head, not so hard, not hard enough to do any damage, just a good whack to put me down for the night.Highlighted by 101 Kindle customers
Kolya seemed fearless, but everyone has fear in them somewhere; fear is part of our inheritance. Aren’t we descended from timid little shrews who cowered in the shadows while the great beasts stomped past? Cannibals and Nazis didn’t make Kolya nervous, but the threat of embarrassment did—the possibility that a stranger might laugh at the lines he’d written.Highlighted by 97 Kindle customers
book—truth might be stranger than fiction, but it needs a better editor.Highlighted by 85 Kindle customers
I lay in the darkness listening to them, as the wind shook the windows in their frames and the last embers popped in the stove. The loneliest sound in the world is other people making love.Highlighted by 40 Kindle customers
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