The novel opens on the eve of World War II. In the mountain village of Half-Village, a young man nicknamed the Pigeon, under the approving eyes of the entire village, courts the beautiful Anielica Hetmanska. But the war's arrival wreaks havoc in all their lives and delays their marriage for... read more
“"'I heard that, mamo'. 'Then stop eavesdropping'. 'I'm not eavesdropping. You didn't even bother to say it behind my back'. 'Turn around then'."”Magda and Irena
That thing was that a woman's heart is not bought by the currency of a man's emotion for her. A woman's heart is won over by her own feelings for herself when he just happens to be around,Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
Głupstwa są najpiękniesze.' The stupid things you do in life are the most beautiful.Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
At least when I was in the village I could imagine something on the horizon. Here in the city, the dreams that once swelled inside me now feel like nothing more than a dried-up little kernel rattling around, and the only thing I can see is the crumb trail of obligations leading me from one day to the next.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
The music has me by the shoulders, the nostalgia by the throat, the laughter by the stomach.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
That was before I found out that capitalists are just communists without the polyester.'Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
the most important things that are said are the ones that are barely audible, and Irena whispers to me what Magda could not, what Czesław could not, what Nela herself could not. 'It's not your fault,' she says. 'It never was.'Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
When you're a child, every word embeds itself like a splinter. Even when the skin grows over, you can still feel it somewhere underneath.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
It could be that Magda feels the same isolation I feel, that we are both locked inside ourselves, waiting for anything—a tiny bird, a blown leaf, a question—toHighlighted by 3 Kindle customers
the clock, but my friendship with Magda is forged in that one night, that single flash of light searing us into the hypotenuse of the triangle we three are to become, the triangle in which it will be so easy to get lost.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
When someone is telling you what to do all the time, anything you do of your own volition becomes a protest, doesn't it?'Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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