Book: The Warsaw diaries (1939-1945). Page 2

How to live, if you only death? As of death, to draw strength for life?

When Defoe created the perfect image of the solitary Robinson Crusoe, he still left him hope to meet with people, and the thought about the possibility of a close encounter supported him and comforted. And I from people when they approached me - we were in hiding under threat of death. To survive, I had to remain alone, utterly alone.

This time for a change I will have to buy back his life playing the piano.

Many people survived during the war thanks to the cowardice of the Germans, who were brave only when he had a clear advantage over the enemy.

In order not to go mad from loneliness, I decided to conduct a more orderly way of life. With me still was my watch - pre-war "omega", which along with a fountain pen - my only riches - to-shore as the Apple of his eye. By this clock, which always neatly wound up, I made myself a study plan. Throughout the day, I lay without movement to save the tiny reserve of strength which still remained. Just about noon I reached out and took lying next to the crackers and a Cup of water. This was meager diet. From morning to this "lunch" I restored in the memory the beat of tact for all the works that ever played.

Purchase of several machines was entrusted Zbignevom my unforgettable master street Falata unfortunately, he ran into those who were worse Nemtsov, - on the Ukrainians. Taking the money and promising to give arms in the yard of the Agricultural Academy, they took him back and shot.

Boguskie made me a cot. After the barracks bunks, which used to sleep, the bed seemed unusually comfortable. The fact that I don't see the Germans not hear their cries and not have to fear that every minute of every SS can beat or even kill, giving the feeling of happiness.

The feathers were everywhere. Every breath of wind raised clouds of feathers and scattered them around like the snow that fell the opposite - from the earth to the sky.

I had another very specific reason for disappointment: I left in the room on the Desk pen and clock all his wealth. I was hoping to sell these items, and if I managed to escape, then the money I would be able to stretch a few days - as long as the friends will help to get.

On the sidewalk uncertainly was a boy of ten years. He was pale and so scared that I forgot to take the hat off before running him towards the policeman. German detained the boy and, without saying a word, took out his revolver, put it to his temple and fired. Baby donkey on the ground, his hands huddled in convulsions, he arched and died. The policeman quietly removed a revolver back in its holster and continued on his way. I stared at him, neither by violence nor traces of anger. It was a normal, calm person who just sang one of their numerous daily duties - the most important - and immediately forgot about it, busy with other things, much more serious.