 | Terrence Des Pres - 1980 - Страниц: 240
...a terrible sleep, as when the young Wiesel saw what in shape and feeling could only be a nightmare: Not far from us, flames were leaping up from a ditch,...load— little children. Babies! Yes, I saw it— saw it with my own eyes. . . . Was I awake? I could not believe it. . . . No, none of this could be... | |
 | Alan Rosenberg - 2009 - Страниц: 480
...overwhelmed as an affective, intelligent, and articulate being. Consider the following passage from Night: Not far from us, flames were leaping up from a ditch,...could not sleep after that? Sleep had fled from my eyes.)4 Having entered the kingdom of darkness through such testimony, one seems to collapse; a benumbed... | |
 | David R. Blumenthal - 1993 - Страниц: 352
...present his neck. Babies were thrown into the air and the machine gunners used them as targets . . . "Not far from us, flames were leaping up from a ditch,...load — little children. Babies! Yes, I saw it— saw it with my own eyes . . . those children in the flames . . . "On the last day of our journey a... | |
 | Omer Bartov - 1996 - Страниц: 262
...only after the fact that we accept it, and thereby also accept the possibility of its reenactment: "Not far from us, flames were leaping up from a ditch, gigantic flames. They were burning something ... little children. Babies! Yes, I saw it... Was I awake? I could not believe it... No, none of this... | |
 | Dariusz Tolczyk - 1999 - Страниц: 392
...the existence of this new reality can be acknowledged. Here is the description of this experience: Not far from us, flames were leaping up from a ditch,...something. A lorry drew up at the pit and delivered its load—little children. Babies! Yes, I saw it—saw it with my own eyes. . . those children in the... | |
 | F. C. DeCoste, Bernard Schwartz - 2000 - Страниц: 596
...being thrown into flaming pits is also one of the most unforgettable passages in Elie Wiesel's Night. "Not far from us, flames were leaping up from a ditch, gigantic flames. They were buming something, A lorry drew up at the pit and delivered its load— little children. Babies! Yes.... | |
 | Michael L. Morgan - 2001 - Страниц: 304
...Frizzled away. Turned into ashes."-"' The imagery of flames, of Hell, permeates Wiesel's narrative: Not far from us, flames were leaping up from a ditch, gigantic flames. They were hurning something. A lorry drew up at the pit and delivered its loadlittle children. Bahies1 Yes, I... | |
 | Michael L. Morgan - 2001 - Страниц: 308
...narrative: Not far from us, flames were leaping up from a diteh, gigantic flames. They were hurning something. A lorry drew up at the pit and delivered its load — little children. Bahiesl Yes, I saw it — saw it with my own eyes . . . those children in rhe flames. ... I pinched... | |
 | Ronald J. Berger - Страниц: 260
..."difference" that underlies various forms of exclusionary social practices. 1 Approaching the Holocaust Not far from us, flames were leaping up from a ditch,...its load — little children. Babies! Yes, I saw it — saw it with my own eyes . . . those children in flames. I pinched my face. Was I still alive? Was... | |
 | Samuel Totten, Steven Leonard Jacobs - 2002 - Страниц: 644
...of his horrific experiences during the Holocaust. One image, in particular, was seared into my mind: "Not far from us. flames were leaping up from a ditch,...something. A lorry drew up at the pit and delivered its load—little children. Babies! Yes. I saw it— saw it with my own eyes...those children in the flames"... | |
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Not far from us, flames were leaping up from a ditch, gigantic flames. They were burning something. A lorry drew up at the pit and delivered its load — little children. Babies? Yes, I saw it with my own eyes . . . those children in the flames. 
