It was another day of overtime, and when the weary Grim Reaper arrived at the ruins, he found a book, written by a 13-year-old female thief. Now, Death wants to tell you the story he saw.
Reveal a small fact that one day you will die. This is really just a small story, mainly telling the following things:
· A girl
· Some text
· A man who plays the accordion
· Some crazy Germans
· A Jewish boxer
· And several thefts
The book thief, I've seen three times.
I am the god of death, maybe you can see it, this is the story that happened in Germany during World War II, I want to tell you this book Thief from my point of view...
A mother wants to give her two children to an adopter. On the way, the boy unfortunately froze to death, and I came to take the boy's soul while the gravedigger buried the boy. I saw the Gravediver drop a book that was picked up by 10-year-old girl Lizel called the Gravedigger's Handbook. Lizel took it into a new family. Don't be afraid, Lizelle met her parents who loved her and cared for her, but I didn't have so much time to pay attention to her, the Fuehrer began to persecute the Jews, and I had to work overtime. Lizel's family soon hid a Jew named Max, hoping that he would not die, and I did not want to increase the workload.
The second time I met Lizel was when I took a British pilot, the pilot plane crashed, and he planted his head in a clearing on the riverside of the town, and almost the whole town came to watch, and I saw Lizzell's little boyfriend (at least her father thought so) Rudy gave his teddy bear to the enemy pilot. I learned from Lisel's book that the boy had been a thief before, but he had not stolen anything from anyone else for a long time, preferring to go hungry and give his own bread to the Jews who had gone to the concentration camps. Oh yes, both of their dads were forced into the army before they met the pilots, but it was a pity that Rudy's dad didn't come home and never saw Rudy again.
I saw Lizelle crying the third time I met her, but I don't want to reveal here why she's crying. That day I took away many, many souls and the books that Lizel had left behind. Lizel, a book thief, knows a lot of words, and she has been able to write some articles. Once because of words, she and her adoptive father Huberman spent a good time together; because of words, she was physically punished by her teacher; because of words, she saved a Jew; because of words, she became a habitual thief; because of words, she soothed the fearful and trembling hearts of the neighbors in the bomb shelter. It was all written in her own book. In the end, because of the words, she escaped a disaster...
I often lament war and life, Kristallnacht caused Jewish life to be smashed like glass, I took over the lives of more than 90 million people during World War II, the Fountain of Life project led to the abduction of 250,000 European children, and the creation of 19,000 blonde Aryan descendants. Humans say that war is Death's best friend, but I have to correct that. For me, war is like a new boss, making impossible demands on me. He would stand on my shoulder and say over and over again, "Finish it, finish it." "I can only work hard. I had to desperately get the job done. The boss, on the other hand, is not grateful, he will only ask for more.
"The Book Thief" was made into a movie in 2013, but the content is very different from the story I tell. Rudy didn't paint herself black enough; the mayor's wife wasn't cold and haggard enough; Lizel, the cautious thief, wasn't stupid enough in the film; the person who gave Lizelle a blank book wasn't Max; the plot of Lissell's 13 gifts (including a cloud) to the unconscious Max was deleted; Max's book for Lizel didn't appear in the film; her mother went to school to tell Lizel that Max was awake and didn't roar enough; Huberman didn't wear an accordion when he entered the bomb shelter... See the stars? Borrowing Max's ten guts, he did not dare to look at the stars on the road, this poor "sky thief" had not seen the sky for 22 months, he only dared to open a little slit in the curtain in a trembling way!
yes...... Sorry, I want to complain too much. So, would you like to let me tell you first? Pick up the book "Book Thief", then, I will start from the beginning and talk about it in detail...
Excerpts from book thieves
Three colors of red:■ White: 〇 Black: Swastika everyone understands that truth, and you can't paint the dirty words that others smear on the walls of Jewish shops. Such acts are not good for Germany and not for the sinners. The paper cut from Mein Kampf was turned page by page, and the original text seemed to be suffocating under the paint. When I walked in a devastated city, they often followed me and begged me to take them away, not realizing that I was already busy. "Your time of death will come." I persuaded them and tried not to look back. Everyone in the basement held hands, and the Germans seemed to form an irregular circle. The cold hand melted in the warm hand, and even the pulse could penetrate the pale and stiff skin and pass to the other hand. Some closed their eyes, waiting for the final death, or hoping to hear the signal that the airstrike was over. Five hundred souls. I carried them in my hand, like a suitcase, or on my shoulder. I would just hold the child in the crook of my arm.
The souls of the girls in my arms were still burning, and I walked hundreds of meters behind them. Like the girls, I always stared at the sky, never to see the exhausted face of the girl in my arms. This pretty girl has been defeated by death. Like them, I was startled by a rough voice behind me. A father was angry and ordered the children to go home. The redhead reacted. The freckles on her face stretched out into commas. "But, Dad, look." The man took a few steps forward and quickly understood. "That's fuel." He said. "How can it be fuel?" "Fuel." He repeated, "The fuel tank for the plane." "This is a balding man in a tattered suit." When they ran out of fuel, they threw the empty jar down. You see, there's another one over there. "And there!" Children are children after all, and they begin to look forward to finding an empty fuel tank that has fallen to the ground. The first empty can slammed when it landed. "Can we take it home, Dad?" "No." The father had just been bombarded and devastated, and he was clearly not interested, "Can't take it home." "Why not?" "I'm going to ask my dad if I can get it back." Another girl said. "I'm going too." On the ruins of Cologne, a group of children went around collecting empty fuel canisters thrown down by the enemy. I collected the souls of the dead as usual. I was tired, but it was less than halfway through the year.
Content Source: Silent Book Push