It will need to be corrected by hand as original has smudges and corrections. I use https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tesseract_(software)
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' Don't break it,"
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They were only quiet, when the sun was hiding behind the silhouettes of the
forest. He looked at the bluegray sky, and was reminded of Natascha's eyes
I t became so still, that he thought, he could hear his own thinking. With
the first bright beams of the sun, the wild-geese were interrupting the
dead stillnes with their piercing cries. But they weren' the first. Every
once in a while, he would hear the slamming of a barrack door, shuffling
steps, than splashing...
For moments reverence and nausea were fighting.
nightwalker was emptying, he returned into reality.
room, wishing for sleep.
This year the summer was unusually warm.
not remember one like it.
Natascha was wearing a summerdress. The uniform was a bother. Often she
went for walks through the woods. She carried an expression of melancholy
around her eyes. An expression that belonged to women that gave themselves
to men without love.
One day she found some flowers, which blooming time had passed, long ago.
She saw them under some willow brush, on the steep bank of the river, there,
where the sun only touched them in the late afternoon. She knelt down, but
didn't pick any of the little bluebells. At home, in a bbok about internal
medizine, she had another blossom like it. After the visit in the next
camp, she had not thrown the flower away, after it had wielded on the lapel
of her suitjacket. She kept it as a remembrance to the prisoner with the
dark eyes, and the unplanned touching of their hands. Secretly she connec
ted an unfullfilled yearning from her girlhood with the flower. Twice
Rubanow had found her asleep over the book, the bluebell in her hand.
What are you doing with that dried up junk?" He had asked the last time,
reaching clumsily for the stem.
she cried out, hiding the dried flower between the pages
of her book, pressing it against her breasts. Her eyes pierced him like
daggers. That night nothing could keep him away. He took her by force.
She bore it without a sound.
'After completion of duty, everybody has the right to choose their new
place of employment, in any state of the CCCP. If the person is married,
he contract of the spouse becomes nullified.l
This paragraph from her contract, Natascha knew by heart. She repeated it
to herSElf, whenever the price to get away from the camp and prisoners, s
seemed too high.
One more year!"her hands closing themselves around the leaves of the flow
ers and ripping them out of the ground by their roots. She smelled the
fresh earth and came back to reality. "This I didn't want to do to you,"
She said to the bluebells. She gathered the flowers and made a bouquette,
But didn't take it to hefcabin. She sat down on the sandy bank, and threw
flowe I fter flower into the river. The current went slowly. When a flower
hit t . Water, it disturbedi ti it, and seemed to make the pebbles on the
bottonfcome alive. It seemed as if they were jumping. The blossom floated
and Natascha looked after every one of them. Doing this, she remembered
something....
The night before the revolution celebration,
Tamara and Alexander!
The evening in the club.
And than....
Natascha threw a bluebell into the water.
The next day she didn't leave her room.
her door.
Why aren't you at the club?"
"I don't feel like it."
Let's go and dance!"
"No I ll
titans? gtdhlk "
While the bladder of the
He went back to his
Old people from around there could
In the evening Rubanow knouked at
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