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“Tata!…Lukka!…” Sasha’s voice is raspy and she turns to bury herself in his shoulder. He himself is crying. All has gone silent for a moment, but then… “Get on your feet, you filthy dog! You may keep your apples…this time!” Alex dares not look out the window. If the German should look up and see him... Sign in to see full entry.