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otherhawk.livejournal.comThink I wandered slightly away from the quote with this one. :( Also, this is a story in seven parts, which annoys me numerically.
Quote: "Always borrow money from a pessimist, he won't expect it back." Oscar Wilde"
Never a lender be
Looking round to make sure no one could see, he quickly scrambled into the bombed out-house at the end of the row, pulled the slats aside, and climbed down through the hole. The cellar here was somehow intact, and the hole wasn't big enough for an adult to fit through, but a child could squeeze in. In fact, it got a little easier every week.
Quote: "Always borrow money from a pessimist, he won't expect it back." Oscar Wilde"
Never a lender be
Kiev, 1942
Snow was starting to fall and he shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he picked his way along the rubble-strewn street. Mama had used to make him wear a scarf on days like this. She knitted him a new one every year with all the colours of the rainbow. He remembered that; only bright colours got you killed and if he had a scarf now he would sell it for food. Sorry, Mama.
Looking round to make sure no one could see, he quickly scrambled into the bombed out-house at the end of the row, pulled the slats aside, and climbed down through the hole. The cellar here was somehow intact, and the hole wasn't big enough for an adult to fit through, but a child could squeeze in. In fact, it got a little easier every week.
Six pairs of eyes stared at him through the dim light as he landed neatly on the ground.
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