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Dulled by slumber, his anxiety came back with a sudden jolt, which seemed to strike straight at his heart. It flipped so violently that his chest nearly burst open. He started and instantly heard a senseless, mad scream.
“Wo bist du, Russe? Sie Brot geben. Sie haben viele Brot ( Wo bist du, Russe? Sie Brot geben. Sie haben viele Brot - Where are you, Russian? They give bread! They have a lot of bread. (German)).”
The day was gradually dawning over the meadow, the sun had not yet risen, and the landscape was inhospitable and grey. A cloud must have crept over the mountains, for they were now invisible. A swirling sliver of fog was crawling along the slope, catching on drooping dewy poppy plants. Ivan immediately yanked the jacket from Giulia’s feet. She jerked and started babbling in
