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-HERE IS A SMALL FACT-
You are going to die.
Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
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A human heart is line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.
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# Ã¥À» Àд٠º¸¸é ÁÁ¾ÆÇϴ ij¸¯ÅÍ´Â ÇѵÑÂë º¸ÀδÙ. ±×·±µ¥ °¡²û Rudy ó·³ Ưº°È÷ ´õ ¾ÖÁ¤ÀÌ °¡´Â ij¸¯ÅÍ°¡ ÀÖ´Ù. ³Ê¹«³ªµµ ¼ø¼öÇÑ ¸¶À½À» °¡Á³´ø ¿Àºü °°Àº, ³²µ¿»ý °°Àº, ¿¬ÀÎ °°¾Ò´ø ¾ÆÀÌ. ±× ¾ÆÀ̸¦ ±×·¸°Ô µ¥·Á°¥ ÁÙÀ̾ß.. Death Á¶Â÷ ¸»ÇÑ´Ù, ±×°Ç Robbery¿´´Ù°í.
On many counts, taking a boy like Rudy was robbery ¤Ñ so much life, so much to live for ¤Ñ yet somehow, I'm certain he would have loved to see the frightening rubble and the swelling of the sky on the night he passed away. He'd have cried and turned and smiled if only he could have seen the book thief on her hands and knees, next to his decimated body. He'd have been glad to witness her kissing his dusty, bomb-hit lips.
Yes, I know it.
In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it, all right.
You see?
Even death has a heart.
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Did they deserve any better, these people?
How many had actively persecuted others, high on the scent of Hitler's gaze, repeatint his sentences, his paragraphs, his opus? Was Rosa Hubermann responsible? The hider of a Jew? Or Hans? Did they all deserve to die? The children?
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1. The Whistler Ã¥ÀÌ µü ³» ÃëÇâÀ̾ú´Âµ¥ ±× Ã¥ À̾߱⸦ ½ï »©¹ö·È´Ù. ¹Ù·Î Dream carrier·Î ³Ñ¾î°¡¹ö·Á¼ ¾Æ½¬¿ü´Ù.
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2. Rudy ¾Æºü°¡ ¡ÁýµÇ´Â Àå¸é. Rudy°¡ ¿¤¸®Æ® ±³À°¿¡ »ÌÈù °É °ÅÀýÇؼ ¾Æºü°¡ ²ø·Á°¡°í, ±×´ÙÀ½¿¡ Rudy°¡ Hitler¸¦ ã¾Æ°¥ °Å¶ó°í ¶°³ª´ø Àå¸éÀÌ ³ ³Ê¹«³ª ¸¶À½ ¾ÆÇÁ¸é¼µµ ¾ÆÀÌ °°Àº Rudy°¡ »ç¶û½º·´´Ù°í ¿©°ÜÁ³´Ù. ±×·±µ¥ ¿Ö °¢»öÇß´ÂÁö ¸ð¸£°Ú´Ù.
3. °©ÀÚ±â ¿Ø À̾߱â? LieselÀÌ °ø½À ´ç½Ã óÀ½À¸·Î »ç¶÷µé¿¡°Ô whistlerÀÇ Ã¹ éÅ͸¦ Àоî ÁÖ´Â Àå¸éÀÌ ³ª´Â ÀÌ Ã¥ÀÇ ÃÖ°í ¸íÀå¸éÀ̶ó°í »ý°¢Çߴµ¥ ¿µÈ¿¡¼´Â °©ÀÚ±â LieselÀÌ À̾߱⸦ Áþ´Â Àå¸éÀ¸·Î ¹Ù²î¾ú´Ù. Ã¥À» Àоî ÁÖ´Â Àå¸éÀÌ ´õ ÀÚ¿¬½º·¯¿ü´Ù°í º¸´Âµ¥..
4. ¸¶Áö¸· Rudy°¡ Á×´Â Àå¸é.. I lo..±îÁö ÇÏ°í Á״µ¥ ³¡±îÁö ¸»ÇÏÁö ¸ø Çß´ø Ã¥ÀÌ ´õ ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿ü´Ù.
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Liesel opened one of her books and began to read. The book on top of the pile was The Whistler and she spoke it aloud to help her concentrate. The opening paragraph was numb in her ears.
"What did you say?" Mama roared, but Liesel ignored her. She remained focused on the first page.
When she turned to page two, it was Rudy who noticed. He paid direct attention to what Liesel was reading, and he tapped his brother and his sisters, telling them to do the same. Has Hubermann came closer and called out, and soon, a quietness started bleeding through the crowded basement. By page three, everyone was silent but Liesel.
She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging on to her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion.
The sound of the turning page carved them in half.
Liesel read on.
For at least twenty minutes, she handed out the story. The youngest kids were soothed by her voice, and everyone else saw visions of the whistler running from the crime scene. Liesel did not....
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