第十五章: 偷盗之门 The Gates of Thievery | 偷书贼
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Hans Hubermann arrived at the church steps.
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"Hi, Papa."
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"What are you doing?"
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"You were supposed to be in front of the town hall."
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For a while, she said nothing. She was making calculations, despite already knowing. An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.
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The word communist + a large bonfire + a collection of dead letters + the suffering of her mother + the death of her brother = the Fuhrer
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He sat down next to her, halving his tallness on the concrete and taking a piece of Liesel's hair. His fingers adjusted it gently behind her ear. "Liesel, what's wrong?"
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A SMALL ADDITION
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She remained on the steps, waiting for Papa, watching the stray ash and the corpse of collected books. Everything was sad. Orange and red embers looked like rejected candy, and most of the crowd had vanished. She'd seen Frau Diller leave (very satisfied) and Pfiffikus (white hair, a Nazi uniform, the same dilapidated shoes, and a triumphant whistle). Now there was nothing but cleaning up, and soon, no one would even imagine it had happened.
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"Sorry, Papa."
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But you could smell it.
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第十五章: 偷盗之门 The Gates of Thievery | 偷书贼
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"Is my mother a communist?" Staring. Straight ahead. "They were always asking her things, before I came here."
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The Fuhrer.
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Did he bend down and embrace his foster daughter, as he wanted to? Did he tell her that he was sorry for what was happening to her, to her mother, for what had happened to her brother?
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And Hans Hubermann?
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Hans edged forward a little, forming the beginnings of a lie. "I have no idea -- I never met her."
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He was the they that Hans and Rosa Hubermann were talking about that evening when she first wrote to her mother. She knew it, but she had to ask.
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What did he do?
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"Did the Fuhrer take her away?"
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What did he say?
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"I knew it." The words were thrown at the steps and Liesel could feel the slush of anger, stirring hotly in her stomach. "I hate the Fuhrer," she said. "I hate him."
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The question surprised them both, and it forced Papa to stand up. He looked at the brown-shirted men taking to the pile of ash with shovels. He could hear them hacking into it. Another lie was growing in his mouth, but he found it impossible to let it out. He said, "I think he might have, yes."
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"Don't ever say that!" His voice was quiet, but sharp.
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He clenched his eyes. Then opened them. He slapped Liesel Meminger squarely in the face.
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Not exactly.
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As the girl shook and sagged on the steps, he sat next to her and held his face in his hands. It would be easy to say that he was just a tall man sitting poor-postured and shattered on some church steps, but he wasn't. At the time, Liesel had no idea that her foster father, Hans Hubermann, was contemplating one of the most dangerous dilemmas a German citizen could face. Not only that, he'd been facing it for close to a year.
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"You can say that in our house," he said, looking gravely at Liesel's cheek. "But you never say it on the street, at school, at the BDM, never!" He stood in front of her and lifted her by the triceps. He shook her. "Do you hear me?"
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"Papa?"
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The surprise in her voice rushed her, but it also rendered her useless. She wanted to run, but she couldn't. She could take a Watschen from nuns and Rosas, but it hurt so much more from Papa. The hands were gone from Papa's face now and he found the resolve to speak again.
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With her eyes trapped wide open, Liesel nodded her compliance.
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It was, in fact, a rehearsal for a future lecture, when all of Hans Hubermann's worst fears arrived on Himmel Street later that year, in the early hours of a November morning.
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"Good." He placed her back down. "Now, let us try…" At the bottom of the steps, Papa stood erect and cocked his arm. Forty-five degrees. "Heil Hitler."
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Liesel stood up and also raised her arm. With absolute misery, she repeated it. "Heil Hitler." It was quite a sight -- an eleven-year-old girl, trying not to cry on the church steps, saluting the Fuhrer as the voices over Papa's shoulder chopped and beat at the dark shape in the background.
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"Are we still friends?"
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Perhaps a quarter of an hour later, Papa held a cigarette olive branch in his palm -- the paper and tobacco he'd just received. Without a word, Liesel reached gloomily across and proceeded to roll it.
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For quite a while, they sat there together.
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Smoke climbed over Papa's shoulder.
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After another ten minutes, the gates of thievery would open just a crack, and Liesel Meminger would widen them a little further and squeeze through.
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Or would they have the goodwill to let her back out?
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Would the gates shut behind her?
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TWO QUESTIONS
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Stealth. Nerve. Speed.
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More important than any of those things, however, was one final requirement.
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As Liesel would discover, a good thief requires many things.
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Actually.
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Luck.
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Forget the ten minutes.
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The gates open now.
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