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mabell
Pride and Prejudice | Jane Austen
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Now, we are celebrating #200PnPcovers, and our favorite #soldier has returned! This year, he is joined by Lydia, lovely and glowing, fresh from a #walk! (Poor Ted)

[Unfortunately, we could not get them in the same photo, as Lydia kept attempting to disrobe Wickham. 😆]

Congratulations, Cynthia! I‘m so glad I got to celebrate your 200 party with you! ❤️

LeahBergen I was just recently looking at the previous photo of Wickham from the 100 Covers Challenge and laughing to myself. 🤣🤣 And quit being such a little trollop with the militia, Lydia! 🤣 6mo
LeahBergen Oops! I kept scrolling and just saw your other photo. It was 150 covers! 6mo
mabell @LeahBergen Bella was not excited to reprise her Wickham role - she thought she had seen the last of that costume 😂 “Little trollop” - Oh Ted 🤣🤣 6mo
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CrowCAH Awww they are too adorable!!!😍 Lydia trying to disrobe Wickham; yeah sounds about right 😂 6mo
GondorGirl These photos are adorable! 🥰 6mo
Gissy Lovely photos!🐶🐶❤️❤️❤️ 6mo
MaureenMc 😍 6mo
batsy 😆😆 6mo
mabell @CrowCAH Right?? Too fitting! 😆😆 6mo
mabell @GondorGirl @Gissy @MaureenMc @batsy They‘re good sports! As long as I only try this every 4 years 😆❤️ 6mo
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JenniferEgnor
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Pickpick

This is a memorable, moving account from a Viennese Jew who ended up in Hitler‘s ranks, on the Russian Front. He was open about being Jewish, and somehow allowed to live, and be used in the German war machine. There are unforgettable accounts in this book, (and one wonders what else did he not write)? He immigrated to America, later to Mexico, and continued to paint and finally write down his story of survival. Recommended!

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Looking through the window of the station restaurant, I could see people sitting at tables with white table cloths, dining with forks and knives. After a few minutes, a waitress in a white apron came out and asked whether I was hungry. She let me inside and maneuvered me to a table decorated with a bouquet of purple asters. Then she brought the food for which I obviously wasn‘t able to pay. There must still be good and generous people alive,

JenniferEgnor I thoight, people who aren‘t concerned only with their personal well-being. It was incredible to think that anyone would politely bid a filthy, lousy, ragged, obviously ill creature to a decent table and serve him a three course meal, including a glass of beer, without any hope of payment.And that the waitress, a girl about my age in a typical Austrian dirndl, would even sit down and join me for a few minutes—it was all too much for my tear ducts. (edited) 9mo
Suet624 Oh gosh. Your quotes from the book have been bringing tears to my eyes. Thank you sharing this book with us. 9mo
JenniferEgnor @Suet624 you are so welcome. Their stories live on through us when we share them with each other🕯 9mo
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JenniferEgnor
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The night wasn‘t very dark; there must‘ve been a fairly full moon behind the clouds. We moved like phantoms, bending and gathering the potatoes into our sacks. Suddenly we heard the short blast of a whistle, and the train jolted. The two who were up top had quite a time of it, falling rather than climbing to make it down and off the car before the train picked up too much speed.

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Once again I‘ve reached a low point in my life, a low that I wouldn‘t have believed possible. What a wretched thing it is when human beings go off to fight and kill their fellow men. Soldiers are sitting around me on the rain-softened ground, bent double from pain, sobbing. Young men are withering and fading away like cut flowers.

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My strength is exhausted. My nerves and senses are also losing their clarity. I wandered alone, against my will, through a country I didn‘t know, whose language I didn‘t speak, whose enemy I didn‘t want to be. They shot at me, and I shot at everyone who stood in my way. I fed myself on stolen food. I ran past the wounded who cried out to me without helping them. I ceased being a human. I can‘t help myself anymore. And I‘m so terribly tired.

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The afternoon sun had tinted the heavens red when the tanks appeared on the bank behind us and began firing. We threw ourselves back into the water and swam toward the reeds that divided the river in half. Many died before they reached the water; many drowned. The remainder of us made it to the reeds, where we stood in the muck with the water up to our chests. The shots whipped through the thin blades and splashed off the surface of the water.

JenniferEgnor Darkness fell. I stood there all night, with nothing to lean against and water up to my shoulders, surrounded by the spindly stalks of the reeds. Again and again I began to fall asleep, waking up with a start when my head hit the water. My skin became sodden, and I pulled my boots from my swollen feet. I began to feel sorry for myself and tears came into my eyes. 9mo
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On my last day of wandering through Braila, I stopped in front of a bookstore display and discovered, attached to the inside of the window, a map that aroused my interest. It was one of those beautiful maps published by Freytag & Berndt, and it showed all the countries of southeastern Europe. The mountains were brown, the plains shades of green, lightning in tone as the altitude dropped. The roads, railway lines, rivers, all were drawn in. I was

JenniferEgnor able to pick out the cities I had neared during the retreat and the place where my battalion was probably still holed up. With my finger I traced a route south from Romania, through Bulgaria, to Greece, all countries occupied by the Germans. Along the very bottom edge snaked the Bosphorus, the channel dividing neutral Turkey from the European continent. If I could only make it to there, I thought, instinctively looking over my shoulder to see 9mo
JenniferEgnor if anyone was observing my traitorous thoughts. Actually, there were masses of people in the streets, but of course no one was paying any attention to me. I sought the map‘s scale and gauged the distance from Braila to Greece at nine hundred kilometers. My fantasy was obviously impossible. I would have to cover most of the route by night, steal my food from the fields, and, above all, not get caught. If captured, I would be shot immediately as a 9mo
JenniferEgnor deserter. Definitely too risky, I decided, but during a brief pause, when there were no other clients, I entered the store and bought the map. It felt bulky in my pocket. Just owning a map of the sort seemed to point me out as a traitor. After all, why should a simple soldier, interested only in a German victory over Europe and the rest of the world, have a need of such a map? Later I hid it in the bottom of the cloth shoulder bag where I 9mo
JenniferEgnor always carried my personal possessions. 9mo
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Shortly thereafter, a machine gun set its sights on me, and I sprang as fast as I could into an artillery crater. Because of the heavy wireless on my back, I fell face down into a horrible stinking mass— a rotting horse cadaver. At first I couldn‘t find a hold in the soft mush threaded with bones. The heavy box on my back pushed me down yet deeper, and, seized by an almost hysterical panic, I begin flailing and thrashing around like a

JenniferEgnor madman until I managed to right myself. I worked my way out of the hellhole as best I could, and when finally I made it up over the edge, dragging the wireless behind me, I threw up. But I had to go back down once more to fish out the rifle that I had let fall. Normal people, in the course of a typical ordered life, never find themselves in the position of having to inhale such a pestilential stench in such overwhelming concentration. 9mo
JenniferEgnor I tore off my clothing and rolled around naked in the wet grass, always staying low enough not to attract the attention of that Russian machine gun. I tried to wash my face and hands in a rain puddle and also to rinse off my pants as much as possible. Long after dark, without shirt or jacket and still stinking something fierce, I finally reached the battalion, where I was given fresh clothing. 9mo
JenniferEgnor I spent the next morning cleaning my putrid wireless and rifle, during which process I again vomited. My comrades responded to my plight with malicious and gloating jokes. As long as it hadn‘t happened to them, it provided them with a great distraction and a much-needed change of scene. 9mo
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I went up into an attic, and a young Romanian of about twenty years fell into my hands. He really has no excuse for being here at the front, because all the civilians have been evacuated, so he had to do whatever I said. I made him climb up a cherry tree in the Russian line of fire to pick two buckets of cherries for me, and afterward I let him go. Then
I stewed the cherries, masses of them, in three buckets. Now I‘m sitting here with sticky

JenniferEgnor fingers at the door of a cellar, ready to jump down, because Ivan is shooting pretty heavily. (edited) 9mo
JenniferEgnor Damn! The next time I‘m eating cherries I‘ll definitely remember this! 😱🍒 9mo
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