[Pdf/E–book] Salt to the Sea


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  • Salt to the Sea
  • Ruta Sepetys
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  • 08 February 2020
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Summary Salt to the Sea Read & download ´ E-book, or Kindle E-pub Û Ruta Sepetys Ruta Sepetys Û 9 Read & download Ed sweater are foremost in my thoughts How fondly how incessantly I think of my Hannelore and red sweater days Im relieved you are not here to see this Your sugared heart could not bear the treacherous circumstances here in the port of Gotenhafen At this very moment I am guarding dangerous explosives I am serving Germany well Only seventeen yet carryingvalor than those twice my years There is talk of an honor ceremony but Im too busy fighting for the Fhrer to accept honors Honors are for the dead Ive told them We must fight while we are aliveYes Hannelore I shall prove to all of Germany There is indeed a hero inside of me Bang I abandoned my mental letter and crouched in the supply closet hoping no one would find me I did not want to go outside florian I stood in the forest cellar my gun fixed on the dead Russian The back of his head had departed from his skull I rolled him off the woman She wasnt a woman She was a girl in a pink woolen cap And she had fainted I scavenged through the Russians frozen pockets and took cigarettes a flask a large sausage wrapped in paper his gun and ammunition He wore two watches on each wrist trophies collected from his victims I didnt touch them Crouching near the corner of the cellar I scanned the cold chamber for signs of food but saw none I put the ammunition in my pack careful not to disturb the small box wrapped in a cloth The box How could something so small hold such power Wars had been waged over less Was I really willing to die for it I gnawed at the dried sausage savoring the saliva it produced The ground vibrated slightly This Russian wasnt alone There would beI had to move I turned the top on the soldiers flask and raised it to my nose Vodka I opened my coat then my shirt and poured the alcohol down my side The intensity of the pain produced a flash in front of my eyes My ruptured flesh fought back twisting and pulsing I took a breath bit back a yell and tortured the gash with the remainder of the alcohol The girl stirred in the dirt Her head snapped away from the dead Russian Her eyes scanned the gun at my feet and the flask in my hand She sat up blinking Her pink hat slid from her head and fell silently into the dirt The side of her coat was streaked with blood She reached into her pocket I threw down the flask and grabbed the gun She opened her mouth and spoke Polish emilia The Russian soldier stared at me mouth open eyes empty Dead What had happened Crouching in the corner was a young man dressed in civilian clothes His coat and shirt were unfastened his skin bloodied and bruised to a deep purple He held a gun Was he going to shoot me No he had killed the Russian He had saved me Are you okay I asked barely recognizing my own voice His face twisted at the sound of my words He was German I was Polish He would want nothing to do with me Adolf Hitler had declared that Polish people were subhuman We were to be destroyed so the Germans could have the land they needed for their empire Hitler said Germans were superior and would not live among Poles We were not Germanizable But our soil was I pulled a potato from my pocket and held it out to him Thank you The dirt pulsed slightly How much time had passed We have to go I told him I tried to use my best German In my head the sentences were intact but I wasnt sure they came out that way Sometimes when I spoke German people laughed at me and then I knew my words were wrong I lowered my arm and saw my sleeve splattered with Russian blood Would this ever end Tears stirred inside of me I did not want to cry The German stared at me a combination of fatigue and frustration But I understood His eyes on the potato said Emilia Im hungry The dried blood on his shirt said Emilia Im injured But the way he clutched his pack told me the most Emilia dont touch this joana We trudged farther down the narrow road Fifteen refugees The sun had finally surrendered and the temperature followed A blind girl ahead of me Ingrid held a rope tethered to a horse drawn cart I had my sight but we shared a handicap we both walked into a dark corridor of combat with no view of what lay ahead Perhaps her lost vision was a gift The blind girl could hear and smell things that the rest of us couldnt Did she hear the last gasp of the old man as he slipped under the wheels of a cart several kilometers back Did she taste coins in her mouth when she walked over the fresh blood in the snow Heartbreaking They killed her said a voice behind me It was the old shoemaker I stopped and allowed him to catch up The frozen woman back there he continued Her shoes killed her I keep telling them but they dont listen Poorly made shoes will torture your feet inhibit your progress Then you will stop He sueezed my arm His soft red face peered out from beneath his hat And then you will die he whispered The old man spoke of nothing but shoes He spoke of them with such love and emotion that a woman in our group had crowned him the shoe poet The woman disappeared a day later but the nickname survived The shoes always tell the story said the shoe poet Not always I countered Yes always Your boots they are expensive well made That tells me that you come from a wealthy family But the style is one made for an older woman That tells me they probably belonged to your mother A mother sacrificed her boots for her daug. Muffy the Demon Slayer port of Gotenhafen At this very moment I am guarding dangerous explosives I am serving Germany well Only seventeen yet carryingvalor than those twice my years There is talk of an honor ceremony but Im too busy fighting for the Fhrer to accept honors Honors are for the dead Ive told them We must fight while we are aliveYes Hannelore I shall Pinstripe Empire prove to all of Germany There is indeed a hero inside of me Bang I abandoned my mental letter and crouched in the supply closet hoping no one would find me I did not want to go outside florian I stood in the forest cellar my gun fixed on the dead Russian The back of his head had departed from his skull I rolled him off the woman She wasnt a woman She was a girl in a Rastafari pink woolen cap And she had fainted I scavenged through the Russians frozen Saphirblau pockets and took cigarettes a flask a large sausage wrapped in Chancy and the Grand Rascal paper his gun and ammunition He wore two watches on each 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Summary Salt to the Sea Read & download ´ E-book, or Kindle E-pub Û Ruta Sepetys Ruta Sepetys Û 9 Read & download Hter That tells me you are loved my dear And your mother is not here so that tells me that you are sad my dear The shoes tell the story I paused in the center of the frozen road and watched the stubby old cobbler shuffle ahead of me The shoe poet was right Mother had sacrificed for me When we fled from Lithuania she rushed me to Insterburg and through a friend arranged for me to work in the hospital That was four years ago Where was Mother now I thought of the countless refugees trekking toward freedom How many millions of people had lost their home and family during the war I had agreed with Mother to look to the future but secretly I dreamed of returning to the past Had anyone heard from my father or brother The blind girl put her face to the sky and raised her arm in signal And then I heard them Planes florian We had barely crawled out of the potato cellar when the Polish girl began to cry She knew I was going to leave her I had no choice She would slow me down Hitler aimed to destroy all Poles They were Slavic branded inferior My father said the Nazis had killed millions of Poles Polish intellectuals were savagely executed in public Hitler set up extermination camps in German occupied Poland filtering the blood of innocent Jews into the Polish soil Hitler was a coward That had been one thing Father and I agreed upon Prosz bitte she begged alternating between Polish and broken German I couldnt stand to look at her at the streaks of dead Russian splattered down her sleeve I started to walk away her sobs flapping behind me Wait Please she called out The sound of her crying was painfully familiar It had the exact tone of my younger sister Anni and the sobs I heard through the hallway the day Mother took her last breath Anni Where was she Was she too in some dark forest hole with a gun to her head A pain ripped through my side forcing me to stop The girls feet uickly approached I resumed walking Thank you she chirped from behind The sun disappeared and the cold tightened its fist My calculations told me that I needed to walk another two kilometers west before stopping for the night There was a better chance of finding shelter along a field road but also a better chance of running into troops It was wiser to continue along the edge of the forest The girl heard them before I did She grabbed my arm The buzzing of aircraft engines surged fast and close from behind The Russians were targeting German ground troops nearby Were they in front of us or beside us The bombs began falling With each explosion every bone in my body vibrated and hammered clanging violently against the bell tower that was my flesh The sound of anti aircraft fire rang through the sky answering the initial blasts The girl tried to pull me onward I shoved her away Run She shook her head pointed forward and awkwardly tried to pull me through the snow I wanted to run forget about her leave her in the forest But then I saw the droplets of blood in the snow coming from beneath her bulky coat And I could not Ce texte fait r f rence une dition puis e ou non disponible de ce titrePraise for Salt to the Sea Ruta Sepetys is a master of historical fiction In Salt to the Sea the hard truths of her herculean research are tempered with effortless intimatestorytelling as her warm and human charactersbreathenew life into one of the world s most terrible and neglected tragedies Elizabeth Wein New York Times bestselling author of Printz Award Honor Book Code Name VerityA rich page turning story that brings to vivid life a terrifyingand little knownmoment in World War II history Steve Sheinkin author of Newbery Honor and National Book Award finalistBomb Brutal Beautiful Honest Sabaa Tahir New York Times bestselling author of An Ember in the Ashes Sepetys excels in shining light on lost chapters of history and this visceral novel proves a memorable testament to strength and resilience in the face of war and cruelty Publishers Weekly starred review This haunting gem of a novel begs to be remembered and in turn it tries to remember the thousands of real people its fictional characters represent What it asks of us is that their memories and their stories not be abandoned to the sea Bookliststarred review Artfully told and sensitively crafted Sepetyss exploration of this little known piece of history will leave readers weeping School Library Journalstarred review The inevitability of the ending including the loss of several characters doesn t change its poignancy and the short chapters and slowly revealed back stories for each character guarantee the pages keep turning Heartbreaking historical and a little bit hopeful Kirkus This book includes all the reasons why teens read for knowledge for romance for amazing and irritating characters This novel will break readers hearts and then put them back together a littlewhole VOYA Sepetyssscene setting is impeccable the penetrating cold of the journey is palpable and she excels at conveying the scope of the losses while giving them a human face T his elegiac tale succeeds with impressive research affecting characters and keen often unsettling insights into humans counterposed tendencies toward evil and nobility Readers will be left to discuss which impulse triumphs here The Horn Book Ce texte fait r f rence une dition puis e ou non disponible de ce titr.

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Summary Salt to the Sea Read & download ´ E-book, or Kindle E-pub Û Ruta Sepetys Ruta Sepetys Û 9 Read & download JoanaGuilt is a hunter My conscience mocked me picking fights like a petulant child Its all your fault the voice whispered I uickened my pace and caught up with our small group The Germans would march us off the field road if they found us Roads were reserved for the military Evacuation orders hadnt been issued and anyone fleeing East Prussia was branded a deserter But what did that matter I became a deserter four years ago when I fled from Lithuania Lithuania I had left in What was happening at home Were the dreadful things whispered in the streets true We approached a mound on the side of the road The small boy in front of me whimpered and pointed He had joined us two days prior just wandered out of the forest alone and uietly began following us Hello little one How old are you I had asked Six he replied Who are you traveling with He paused and dropped his head My Omi I turned toward the woods to see if his grandmother had emerged Where is your Omi now I asked The wandering boy looked up at me his pale eyes wide She didnt wake up So the little boy traveled with us often drifting just slightly ahead or behind And now he stood pointing to a flap of dark wool beneath a meringue of snow I waved the group onward and when everyone advanced I ran to the snow covered heap The wind lifted a layer of icy flakes revealing the dead blue face of a woman probably in her twenties Her mouth and eyes were hinged open fixed in fear I dug through her iced pockets but they had already been picked In the lining of her jacket I found her identification papers I stuffed them in my coat to pass on to the Red Cross and dragged her body off the road and into the field She was dead frozen solid but the thought of tanks rolling over her wasthan I could bear I ran back to the road and our group The wandering boy stood in the center of the path snow falling all around him She didnt wake up either he asked uietly I shook my head and took his mittened hand in mine And then we both heard it in the distance Bang florianFate is a hunter Engines buzzed in a swarm above Der Schwarze Tod the Black Death they called them I hid beneath the trees The planes werent visible but I felt them Close Trapped by darkness both ahead and behind I weighed my options An explosion detonated and death crept closer curling around me in fingers of smoke I ran My legs churned sluggish disconnected from my racing mind I willed them to move but my conscience noosed around my ankles and pulled down hard You are a talented young man Florian Thats what Mother had said You are Prussian Make your own decisions son said my father Would he have approved of my decisions of the secrets I now carried across my back Amidst this war between Hitler and Stalin would Mother still consider me talented or criminal The Soviets would kill me But how would they torture me first The Nazis would kill me but only if they uncovered the plan How long would it remain a secret The uestions propelled me forward whipping through the cold forest dodging branches I clutched my side with one hand my pistol with the other The pain surged with each breath and step releasing warm blood out of the angry wound The sound of the engines faded I had been on the run for days and my mind felt as weak as my legs The hunter preyed on the fatigued and weary I had to rest The pain slowed me to a jog and finally a walk Through the dense trees in the forest I spied branches hiding an old potato cellar I jumped in Bang emilia Shame is a hunter I would rest a moment I had a moment didnt I I slid across the cold hard earth toward the back of the cave The ground uivered Soldiers were close I had to move but felt so tired It was a good idea to put branches over the mouth of the forest cellar Wasnt it No one would trek this far off the road Would they I pulled the pink woolen cap down over my ears and tugged my coat closed near my throat Despite my bundled layers Januarys teeth bit sharp My fingers had lost all feeling Pieces of my hair frozen crisp to my collar tore as I turned my head So I thought of August My eyes dropped closed And then they opened A Russian soldier was there He leaned over me with a light poking my shoulder with his pistol I jumped frantically pushing myself back Frulein He grinned pleased that I was alive Komme Frulein How old are you Fifteen I whispered Please Im not German Nicht Deutsche He didnt listen didnt understand or didnt care He pointed his gun at me and yanked at my ankle Shh Frulein He lodged the gun under the bone of my chin I pleaded I put my hands across my stomach and begged He moved forward No This would not happen I turned my head Shoot me soldier Please Bang alfred Fear is a hunter But brave warriors we brush away fear with a flick of the wrist We laugh in the face of fear kick it like a stone across the street Yes Hannelore I compose these letters in my mind first as I cannot abandon my men as often as I think of you You would be proud of your watchful companion sailor Alfred Frick Today I saved a young woman from falling into the sea It was nothing really but she was so grateful she clung to me not wanting to let go Thank you sailor Her warm whisper lingered in my ear She was uite pretty and smelled like fresh eggs but there have been many grateful and pretty girls Oh do not be concerned You and your r.

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