The Women at Hitler’s Table. Rosella Postorino
Читать онлайн.| Название | The Women at Hitler’s Table |
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| Автор произведения | Rosella Postorino |
| Жанр | Исторические любовные романы |
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| Издательство | Исторические любовные романы |
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| isbn | 9780008377298 |
THE WOMEN AT HITLER’S TABLE
Rosella Postorino
Translated from the Italian by Leah Janeczko
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019
Originally published in Italy as ‘Le Assaggiatrici’ by Feltrinelli, 2018
First published in the USA as ‘At the Wolf’s Table’ by Flatiron Books, New York 2019
Copyright © Rosella Postorino 2018
Translation copyright © Leah Janeczko 2019
Rosella Postorino asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
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Source ISBN: 9780008377274
Ebook Edition © 2019 ISBN: 9780008377298
Version: 2019-07-29
A man can only live by absolutely forgetting he’s a man like other folk.
—BERTOLT BRECHT, THE THREEPENNY OPERA
Contents
Copyright
Epigraph
Part One
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Part Two
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Part Three
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Notes and Acknowledgments
About the Publisher
East Prussia, 1943
We entered one at a time. We had waited for hours outside, lined up in the hallway. The room was large, its walls white. In the center of it, a long wooden table already laid out. They gestured for us to sit.
I sat with my hands clasped on my belly. In front of me, a white ceramic plate. I was hungry.
The other women had taken their places without a sound. There were ten of us. Some sat up straight and poised, their hair pulled into buns. Others glanced around. The girl across from me nibbled at her hangnails, mincing them between her front teeth. She had doughy, blotchy cheeks. She was hungry.
By eleven in the morning we were already hungry. It wasn’t because of the country air or the journey by bus—the feeling in our stomachs was fear. For years we had lived with this hunger, this fear, and when the smell of the cooked food was under our noses, our heartbeats throbbed in our temples, our mouths watered. I looked over at the girl with blotchy skin. We shared the same longing.
THE STRING BEANS were served with melted butter. I hadn’t had butter since my wedding day. The aroma of the roasted peppers tickled my nostrils. My plate was piled high. I couldn’t stop staring at it. The plate of the girl across from me was filled with rice and peas.
“Eat,” they told us from the corner of the room, more an invitation than an order. They could see it, the longing in our eyes.
Mouths sagged open, breathing quickened. We hesitated. No one had wished us bon appétit, so maybe there was still time to stand up, say thank you, the hens were generous this morning, an egg will be enough for me today.