Thank your for your interest shown in this 1 Century Review by Dr. Michael S Dolgoruky.
Part-3 (Page 323-550)
I N T H E K I T C H E N O F T H E W I T C H E S ..
She came to him and kissed him very tenderly. “Yes, she said, and they come back, every day and every night.” She was laying down on his side. “My dear sweetheart” she whispered, “It is a nightmare. There are so many helpless people here, here in the house. When ever the siren goes on, panic breaks out and the old ladies from the first floor try to reach as fast as possible the basement. They are sitting there like frightened birds, waiting to be butchered. It is horrible.” She started crying and pressed her head against Michael’s chest. And Michael, for the first time in his live, didn’t know what to say. He stared at the ceiling, then at Anna’s face, shook his head, turned his face away from her and cried. He thought of Franz and his predictions. He thought of the words his grandfather Nathan had said to him, that God doesn’t sleep and that Germany one day will have to pay for the crimes it had permitted to be committed by the Nazis. Now he became aware that time of retaliation had come.
Somewhere a pipe must been leaking . Clik , cluk , clik, cluk it made , monotonous and cruel, like the menetekel on the wall of Belsazar’s dining hall. Clik, cluk, clik, cluk. “Where is the water dripping ?” he asked Anna. “In the kitchen” she answered. One pipe busted from a bomb blast and I hadn’t time to call the janitor to repair it.” He looked for some duck tape and isolated the place. Silence. He went to the bedroom and started to undress, out of the dirty pants and the shirt full of brown and green spots. He went in the tub and let the warm water flow over his body and then Anna came and joined him and they started to caress each other and made love. “Mishko” Anna said in his ear, “Mishko, now I don’t know how I could have made it without you. How I can still be alive after all the terrible days and nights, all the fear and misery and cruelty and insanity. I received a phone call from my sister in Budapest. There hell is loose.