Chapter 100 Chapter Ninety-Nine

A strong child can hold something weighing about fifteen pounds in both hands, as long as the thing is not too bulky, for example, it is two pieces of artificially extracted heavy elements of plutonium.If the boy had held the two pieces of plutonium far apart, nothing would have happened.But if he can clap his hands together really fast, and if he's a kid living in a big city, then he can get two pieces of plutonium to "critical mass" and blow up millions of people; In theory it is.But in fact no child can swing his arms that fast; at most he will just kill himself like lighting a firecracker that "hiss" and dies (not a nuclear explosion, but still Furnishing a nuclear reaction due to proximity, releasing more rays, killing people) caused a chaos.We also need a device that can snap together two small pieces of plutonium, which will cause an atomic explosion and a fire that will destroy the entire city.

The performance of this natural phenomenon once shocked the whole world in 1945, but now it has become an old story.However, it still sounds weird and scary.We don't want to think about it any more than we want to think about how a modern state is trying to kill all the Jews in Europe.However, all this is an absolute reality in our modern life.Our little earth contains a little of the primordial ashes from the beginning of the world, and a small amount of this dead ashes is powerful enough to destroy us all: for there is a little savagery in man's nature which still retains The evolved society of this barbaric nature will use this substance to destroy us.This speaks to the development of two fundamental forces in World War II.As is often the case in history, these forces are clouded and obscured by the dust raised by great battles, but as soon as the dust clears, they appear clear again.Whether the story of human beings has entered the last chapter as described in this book, no one knows.

Besides, when the plutonium block exploded for the first time with a strange light, it was Sim.Anderson was there too. "What's going on?" Madeline muttered, and heard the alarm sounded in the middle of the night. "Excuse me," he yawned. "This is the assembly signal." "Assembly again? Gosh," she said, rolling over. Sim got dressed, stepped outside into the chilly drizzle, and boarded a crowded bus that took Los Alamos' top scientists and engineers to the proving ground.Sim was a nobody in this great battle, but now he was going with the generals like Captain Parsons.The weather was unfavorable for the experiment.After waiting for a long time, I still haven't decided whether to postpone it, and the moment of the explosion has been postponed.The observers were many miles away from the test tower, waiting in the dark, drinking coffee and smoking, some talking with great interest and some with deep thoughts.No one can know for sure what happened when the bomb exploded.Some people weren't entirely joking, talking about the possibility that the atmosphere could catch fire during the explosion, or that the Earth could split apart.Others talked nervously that it might be a failure.

This experiment was conducted to ascertain this.Uranium-235 has achieved gratifying achievements in the laboratory, and scientists are satisfied that it will definitely cause a sudden explosion in time under the critical mass state, so it is not necessary to conduct experiments in advance when using it to bomb Hiroshima.Here's the problem: The huge Manhattan Project did so much work to extract only a hunk of uranium-235 the size of a poisonous rat, which was barely enough for one bomb.It was found to be simpler to make bombs out of plutonium, which is also more abundant.But plutonium is a much more sensitive substance.There is no guarantee that two pieces of plutonium will not explode prematurely when they come into contact—that would be a failure.So a test had to be done on a device designed by some of the world's best scientists to see if it could snap two pieces of plutonium together and cause an explosion in that split second.At this time, the wind and rain gradually decreased, and the experiment began.The test was successful.Byron, whose night flight from San Francisco to Washington was blocked by bad weather, saw a faint flash of light in the southern sky, but he thought it was secondary lightning.In the early hours of that day, there were many thunderstorms and lightning storms in the western United States.His sister, like most Los Alamos housewives, was a snorer throughout the duration of the experiment.

Of course, in Sim.In Anderson's eyes, that didn't look like a flash of lightning.Standing twenty-five miles away, he saw through the black-glass spectacles a gleam of light that men had never seen on the ground, though they had always seen it in the blazing sun and the twinkling of the stars.Sim fell to the ground.It's an instinct.By the time he stood up, the cloud of fire that had reminded Dr. Oppenheimer of the apparition in "Song of the Great God" had risen many miles into the air.A brigadier general and a scientist were standing next to Sim, paper coffee cups in hand, staring blankly through dust-covered spectacles.

"This will end the war," he heard the scientist say. "Yes," he heard the commodore say, "as long as we drop one or two of these bombs on the Japanese." Pug and Pamela met Byron at Andrews Airport.Pug had expected his son to hug him warmly ever since he had received Byron's gracious letter from Guam, but now it was Byron hugging Pamela so warmly that he felt triumphant. .Byron hugged his new stepmother, kissed her, grabbed her by the shoulders, looked her over from head to toe, and shouted over the roar of the Military Airlift plane taking off, "You know what? If I call you Mom, that's strange."

She laughed happily. "Well, what about Pamela?" "Just as usual," Byron said. "That's easy to remember. Dad, any news?" "Since you called from San Francisco? No news." "You mean, is she going to a nursing home? When?" "the day after tomorrow" "I'd like to read Rabinowitz's letter." "Oh, here. And a letter from her." Pamela drove back to Washington on a rampage, and Byron only read his letter. "She seems better. Daddy, I can't get on a plane to Europe. I've been on the phone for hours in San Francisco trying to figure out how to go first."

"How many days have you asked for leave?" "Thirty days. Not much." "I'm flying there tomorrow, too." "where to?" "Berlin, Potsdam." "My God, that would be great. I'm going to report to Sweinsmunde before I go on leave. May I ask to come with you?" A forced smile formed at the corners of Pug's mouth. "let me try." Lunching with my mother that day on Fox Hall Road turned out to be more pleasant than Byron had expected.Brigadier General Peters did not go. (It turned out to be the man at Los Alamos who said he was going to drop a bomb or two on the Japanese.) There came Janice, wearing a shift skirt, a plain brown top, glasses and a briefcase .She refuses to drink.During the summer vacation, she worked on the "mountain", fearing that she would become sleepy after drinking.She was fat and not groomed much, and her hair was pulled back to the back of her head.She spoke eloquently about her plans after law school.When Byron met her gaze, he only felt that she was alert in her kind and sensible expression.The snapshots she took of little Victor looked like Warren's in kindergarten, and Byron was sad to see them, but Rhoda made a grandmother's voice about them.

"Mommy's drinking too much," Byron said to his father in the apartment that night. "She gets drunk for a while sometimes. You talk too much. How much?" "Two glasses of whiskey and soda before lunch, and two bottles of white wine after the chicken and salad. The wine was pretty much all by herself." "That's too much to drink. I know she's nervous about seeing you. She told me." "How about the flight?" "Pack your bags tomorrow morning and come with me. At most they kicked you out." "I didn't unpack at all."

An urgent envoy rushed some documents and photographs from Los Alamos to Potsdam to Secretary Stimson and President Truman on a special plane, and Pug was on that plane.The news dared not be communicated by telephone or telegram.It remains a top secret message.A brief submarine telegram was sent to the president in argot saying that a healthy "baby" was born, so the president notified Churchill.So the two knew about it.It is likely that Stalin knew, too, since one of the leading scientists at Los Alamos was a loyal Communist spy.Otherwise it is always a top secret message.So Byron arrived in Europe very quickly, and the urgent special plane he took finally made the situation take a turn for the worse.The so-called bad wind is blowing.

"We have no reason to worry that he won't be alive," Rabinowitz said. "She let him escape the Germans. Look at her quick decision. I think it's all her fault." "I'm going to find him, but where should I start with this matter?" "That's another problem. It's a very tricky one." They drank coffee at one of Ney's terrace cafés and waited for Natalie to wake up from her nap. "Don't talk to her about those things," Rabinowitz said. "Time can't stay too long, not this time. She won't be able to bear it." ' "We'll definitely be talking about Luis." "Let's be vague, then. Just tell her you're going to see him. Twenty-five days isn't much time, but you can still try." "Where is the best place to start?" "Geneva. There you'll find the big cards for children, there's the Red Cross, the Red Federation, the World Jewish Congress. They're starting to cross-index there too. Been to Geneva, come back to Paris. We Here are some compiled documents. I can let you know of many refugee camps that house many children." "Why don't I go straight to Prague? He must be around there." "I've already been to Prague." Rabinovitz looked listlessly at the coffee like an old man.He needed a shave; his bloodshot eyes were swollen almost shut. "I've been to all four centers for children. I've checked the card index and looked at the four-year-olds. Even though they've changed a lot in a year, I'm sure I'll recognize him. As for Natalie The farmhouse in question had been burnt to the ground, leaving nothing but weeds and wasteland. Most of the neighbors had disappeared. Only one farmer was willing to talk about the situation. He said he remembered a child, and said that those people He didn't get massacred, he escaped. The Germans robbed an empty house. Anyway, that's all you can tell from what he said anyway. So, it's tricky. OK Children can endure hardships, besides, Luis is a strong kid, and he is very energetic." "I'm going to Geneva tomorrow." Rabinovitz looked at the clock on the wall. "She should be awake now. Do you need me to stay with you?" "Okay. You see, it's only needed when we first meet." "I can't stay too long. Byron, she told me more than once: If Louis can be found, she will take him to Palestine." "Do you believe what she said is true?" Rabinowitz shrugged doubtfully. "She's not very well. Don't argue with her about it." They gave their names to reception and waited in a lush garden where the patients sat in the sun, some fully dressed and some in only their bathrobes.She came out, in dark clothes, with her hair cut short, walking towards them, waddling a little like she used to.She smiled bewilderedly.Her legs were thin and her face was haggard. "Oh, Byron, it's you," she said, holding out her arms.He hugged her, only feeling a shock.Her body was nothing like a woman's.The chest is almost flat.What he held in his arms was a skeleton frame. She leaned back in his arms, staring at him strangely. "You look like a movie star," she said.Byron was wearing his white military uniform and medal belt because, as he told Rabinovitz, the uniform enabled him to scare the fools behind his desks. "But I look awful, don't I?" "Nothing. I don't think you're scary. Seriously." "I should have gone with you in Marseilles," she said blankly, as if reciting a line of apology. "Don't bring it up, Natalie." She glanced at Rabinowitz, who stood hunched over a cigarette beside them. "Look, Afran saved my life." Rabinowitz said, "You saved your life. I'm going about my business, Byron." Natalie lunged at Rabinowitz and kissed him more passionately than she did Byron.She said something in Yiddish.Rabinovitz shrugged and walked out of the garden. "Let's sit down," Natalie said to Byron, with almost artificial politeness. "Your father wrote me some touching letters. He was a good man." "Did you get my letter?" "No, Byron. I can't remember. My memory is not very good, and it still is not very good." Natalie said this in a tentative tone, almost trying to recall some foreign language.Her big black eyes showed a faint expression of fear and alienation in the sunken eye sockets.They sat down on a stone step near a clump of roses in full bloom. "It wasn't a real letter. You see, I was dreaming. I kept seeing you in my dreams. I saw those letters in my dreams too. But those letters from your father, I know they are real letters. Your parents are separated and I feel sorry for them." "My father is happy and my mother is fine." "That's all right. No, I've known Pamela in Paris. How strange, aren't you? And Slote, what's up with Slote? Do you know anything about Slote?" Byron found the beginning of this conversation odd.Her last letters have been kinder and more organized than this conversation.Now she seemed to say what was in her mind, but to hide her fear and uneasiness; nothing important was said, nothing about Louis, nothing about Ellen.Jastrow, didn't say any kind words, just forced some small talk.He followed her words.Finally he told her how Sloter had ruined his career trying to get the State Department to do something about the Jews, and how he'd become an agent in Jedburgh, from Pamela and his father. .Natalie listened, and her eyes gradually became normal.The panicked look was partly gone. "My God. Poor Slote, he went skydiving! He wouldn't do very well at that, would he? But, you see, I used to like him, and that's right. To a For a pagan, his heart is good. I can feel that." She didn't notice that when she said this, she suddenly interrupted Byron.She looked at him with a grin. "You look mighty. Have you been through many dangers?" "Are you asking me this?" "Yes, there are dangers of all kinds." "Of course, I've had a few narrow escapes. But the other 99 percent of the time is dull. When I'm in danger, I can at least fight." "I did too. Maybe it's stupid, but it's in my nature." Her lips quivered. "Well, tell me how you narrowly escaped death. Tell me something about Mrs. Este. He's a famous hero now, isn't he?" Byron speaks of Este's exploits and his death.She seems to want to listen, but sometimes her eyes still look so confused.Afterwards, the two fell silent.they sit.Looking at each other in the shade of the rose-blossoming, fragrant tree.Natalie said happily: "Oh, I got my new passport at last. It was delivered yesterday. My God, that little book seems to be useful, Byron!" "certainly." "You see, I did everything I could to keep my old passport for a long, long time. Until I got into Auschwitz. Can you believe it? But once I got there, they took all my clothes Gone. A girl from 'Canada' must have found the passport. She probably traded it for a good chunk of gold." Natalie's voice began to tremble, her hands trembled, and her eyes filled with tears. Byron rushed to distract these words.He took her in his arms. "Natalie, I love you." Her bony fingers clutched at him, sobbing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm not well. I'm having nightmares, nightmares! All night. Every night. I have to take a lot of medicine, injections day and night—" "I'm going to Geneva tomorrow to find Louis." "Oh, are you going? Thank God." She wiped away tears. "How many days off did you take?" "Almost a month. I will come back to see you." "Okay, okay, but the most important thing is to find him." She wrapped her two thin hands tightly around his arms, her black eyes widened, and her voice sounded excited. "He's still there. I know he's still there. Go find him." "Honey, I'm going to play a touchdown ball from school." She rolled her eyes, as usual, and laughed. "'Play the touchdown ball from school.' It's been so long since I've heard that." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you too. You're a lot older than you used to be, Byron." The nurse came up to them and pointed to her watch.Natalie looked surprised but relieved. "Oh dear, is it time already?" She stood up and the nurse helped her. "But we haven't even talked about Ellen, have we? Byron, he's brave. The worse he gets, the braver he is. I could talk to you for hours about him. He Not the man we saw in Siena anymore. He has become very religious." "I always thought he was religious, and that's what he wrote about Jesus with that in mind." Natalie leaned against the nurse, frowning.When she reached the entrance, she hugged him weakly again. "I'm glad you're here. Go find him. Forgive me, Byron, for being so slovenly. Next time I'll do better." He put a kiss on the mouth and walked in. "Sloppy," said the American dialect, which sounded so natural that Byron felt a little relieved.He went to find the chief physician, a prim French old man with a white beard like Pétain's. "Oh, she's recovering quickly, sir, as you can never imagine. I worked in those battalions for a month after Liberation. Look at the extent of the destruction! It's Dante's hell Ah! she will recover." "She wrote to me about the scars on her legs and back." The flesh on the doctor's face twitched. "Ugly? But, sir, she's a beautiful woman, and besides, she's still alive. As for the scars, well, there's plastic surgery and other things. More important now is how to heal the trauma of the spirit." , how to regain her weight, and, moreover, keep her mentally stable." After two weeks of scrutinizing the Geneva cards and visiting the refugee camps, seeing Natalie only once, Byron finally lost heart.There were more places to check than he could handle.In his index manual, he organized the clues of visits into three categories: there are more than seventy clues for "possible" alone; Scattered across Europe, these children could be his sons in every way, from the color of their hair and eyes to the language they understood.He has reviewed materials compiled for more than 10,000 homeless children.None of the cards had Lewis on them.Henry or "Henry Lewis"—a name that had hit upon him somehow one sleepless night, and he had gone to all the Card Index Centers again.If you follow these clues, it may take several months.It may even take many years!And his vacation is limited.Rabinowitz never expected that Byron would find the dilapidated office above the smelly restaurant on Kapichen Road. "I'm going to Prague," said Byron. "It may not be very promising, but I'm going to try." "Well, all right, but you're going to run into a lot of obstacles. The Russians are stubborn and don't care about these things, but they're totally in control there." "My father's in Potsdam. He's President Truman's naval adjutant." Rabinowitz straightened up with the creak of the swivel chair. "Haven't you mentioned this before?" "I don't think it has anything to do with me. He was sent to the Soviet Union once, and he speaks Russian quite well." "Oh, that would help you in Prague. It would be a different story if the Martial Commander there got a call from Potsdam. At least you'd know if he was there or not." "As long as he is still alive, how could he be anywhere else?" "When I went for him, Byron, he wasn't there, and maybe, God knows, I'll pass him up. Go, but first go and talk to your father." The organization that Rabinowitz worked for was sending Jews to Palestine in defiance of British immigration laws.These laws were loosened briefly when the horrors of the Nazis first came to light, but have since been tightened again.Rabinowitz was too busy to spare.Natalie.Henry was not his main concern.He only felt sorry for her, and at the same time harbored a little helpless old affection; yet, compared with most European Jews, she was now out of danger, an American woman in nursing care.As soon as Byron arrived, Rabinowitz took her out of his mind and stopped seeing her.A week or two later, at two o'clock one night, the telephone in his Parisian apartment rang, waking up the three people living with him, only to hear the operator say: "Please answer the call from London, ' In a drowsy moment he thought of many things he was dealing with with London, most of which were illegal and dangerous.He didn’t expect it to be a matter of Henry’s family. "Hi, I'm Byron." "Who?" "Byron. Henry." The phone lines in post-war London weren't great.The voice fluctuates. "……he," "What? What did you say, Byron?" "I said, I found him." "What? You mean, your son?" "He's sitting in my hotel room right now." "Really! So he's in England?" "I'm bringing him to Paris the day after tomorrow. There's a lot of formalities, and—" "Byron, how is he?" "Not very well, but I've found him. Well, will you tell Natalie, please? Get her mentally prepared about finding him. That way she won't be too excited when she sees him." ...or excite the child too much. I don't want to stimulate the child. Can you please?" "I'm so glad! Well, how did it go? What should I tell her?" "Well, the situation is very complicated. Just after the war, the Royal Air Force sent a group of Czech pilots back to Prague. The staff of a British relief agency asked them to bring back some homeless children with empty planes. I last week Learned about it in Prague. It was pure luck. Avran, the files there are so messed up that you can't believe it. I heard it from a guy in a tavern, a Czech pilot and an English girl Talk about it. It was luck. It was luck or providence. I followed this lead and found him." It rained heavily in the morning.Rabinowitz called to the nursing home and left a message for Natalie, saying he had important news and would be there at eleven o'clock.She was standing in the lounge waiting for him when he got there, and he shook the water off his raincoat. "I thought you had gone to Palestine." She looked tense.Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her chest, the knuckles were white.Now she was beginning to gain weight; her curves were faintly reflected in the dark clothes. "Well, I'm going next week." "What important news do you have?" "I got the news from Byron." "How to say?" "Natalie." He held out his hands to her, and she took his. "Natalie, he found him." He didn't hold her hand firmly.She showed a smirk in a daze, and fell to the ground as soon as she stumbled. That day, over Hiroshima, that strong kid put the two little things together.The unprecedented flames burned more than 60,000 people to ashes.The plane that sailed alone returned to Tinian Island and sent a wireless message: "Mission successfully completed." They'll go on arguing about it as long as humans exist.Here are a few arguments, both pros and cons: The Japanese would have surrendered even if they hadn't been bombarded by those radioactive clumps.They have made a peace attempt.American codebreakers had learned from their diplomatic intelligence that they were eager for peace. However, the Japanese rejected the Potsdam ultimatum. Truman told the Russians to stay out of the war against Japan. At Potsdam, however, Truman did not relieve Stalin of his obligation to attack the Japanese.He listened to Marshall; if the Russians were going to attack, you couldn't stop them. If you attack the Japanese mainland, let alone the Americans, the Japanese alone will die far more than Hiroshima.Japanese army generals, who controlled the government, planned a counterattack, waging a bloody scorched-earth war like Hitler's.It was only because of the bomb that the Emperor was able to force a decision in favor of the Peace faction at his meeting. However, the bombing of the B-29 and the blockade of submarines can also achieve this step, and the plan to attack the Japanese mainland can be canceled in time. Failure to do so, and the Red Army taking parts of mainland Japan, had the Soviets substantially assisted in the attack.In the end Japan will be divided into two parts like Germany. However, it is completely uncertain whether the Japanese believed that they had to admit defeat because of the death of so many people in Hiroshima, thus eliminating the above possibility. However, the following facts are certain. Uranium weapons were improvised and used in this war.Only two bombs were available; there were only two in total, one made of uranium-235 and the other of plutonium.Whether it is the president, the cabinet, scientists or soldiers, they all advocate that bombs be put into war as soon as possible.Later Harry.Truman said: "It's a bigger gun, so we used it." There were also people who were worried and expressed different opinions, but these opinions were in the minority and did not work.The money and manpower already spent, the running of the factories, the painstaking efforts of the scientists: the pressure created by all this is irresistible. War frightens some countries by massacring their people, forcing them to change their policies.Anyway, this is the ultimate expression of war: massacre a whole city with what a child holds in his hand.Since there is such a method, why not use it?It literally scares a country into changing its policies overnight.President Truman heard the news of Hiroshima and said: "This is the most important event in history!" This is the biggest event since the invention of canned beer. Byron came out from the plane door, holding a little boy by his hand. The child was pale and neatly dressed in gray, and walked obediently beside him.Rabinowitz recognized it as Louis, although he was thinner than before. "Hello, Louis." The child looked at him solemnly. "Byron, she's in good spirits today and is waiting for you. I'll drive you there. Have you heard about the atomic bomb?" "Yes. I think it's good that the war is over now." They walked to Rabinowitz's old Citroen, talking about the topic that was rumored everywhere and talked about by everyone, and the terrible news. "Natalie said that now that you've found him, she's going to go back," Rabinowitz said from the car. "She believes that going back there she can recover more quickly." One is, we talked about it the last time I went to see her.Also, now she has a property.Ellen's publisher had come to contact her.There is a large sum of money.And that villa in Siena, if it still exists.His lawyer kept the deed.It was a good idea for her to go back immediately now. " "I can assure you that she will not go to Germany with you." "I don't expect her to go there either." "Why are you glad to be there yourself?" "Me, those submariners are just for that job. I have a job, and I have to deal with them." "They're all murderers." "Me too," Byron said, stroking Louis's head without any hint of hatred.The child sat in his arms, looking out the window seriously at the flat and green pastures in the sunshine on the outskirts of Paris. "They are a conquered enemy. As soon as they surrender, we must study their equipment and methods as soon as possible. This is necessary." Rabinowitz was silent for a moment, then said suddenly: "I think if she is willing to go to America, she will stay there for a long time." "She hasn't decided what will happen in the future. She must take care of her body first." "Are you going to accompany her to Palestine?" "It's a nerve-wracking thing. I don't know what Zionism is." "We Jews need a state of our own where we can live and live without being slaughtered. That's the whole point of Zionism." "She won't be massacred in America either." "Can all the Jews go there?" "So, what about the Arabs?" Byron asked after a moment of pondering. "Those who have settled in Palestine?" Rabinowitz, driving the car, grew serious, almost distressed.He stared straight ahead and spoke slowly. "Arabs can be vicious and noble. Christian Europeans have tried to kill us. What else can we do? Palestine has always been our homeland. Mohammedans have kept Jews living there. But not in our own country, as it is now, and it's unprecedented for them. But it'll work out." He glanced at Louis and stroked the quiet child's cheek affectionately. "It's going to be a lot of trouble at first. That's why we need him." "Do you need a navy?" A wry smile crossed Rabinowitz's face. "To tell you the truth, we already have a navy. I helped organize it. It's very small, so far." "Well, when I get out of the army, I'll never be separated from this kid. I've made up my mind." "Isn't he very quiet?" "He doesn't talk." "what do you mean?" "That's what it means. He doesn't smile, he doesn't talk. He's never spoken to me yet. I've had a hard time getting him out this time. They put him in such a strange category of mental retardation. He's very obedient. He eats himself, dresses himself, washes his face and hands himself, and honestly, he's very tidy, and he understands everything you say. He does what you tell him to do. He just doesn't talk." Rabinowitz said in Yiddish: "Louis, look at me." The child turned to face him. "Laugh, little guy." There was a slight disgust and contempt in Louis's big eyes, and then he looked out of the window again. "Never mind him," Byron said. "I had to sign a lot of unlucky papers and make a lot of noise to get him out. It's a good thing I got there. They're going to send about a hundred of these so-called mentally handicapped children to the Canada. God knows where we'll find him later." "What happened to him when he was discovered?" "Only a few sentences. Of course, I can't read Czech, and the translation of the card is very poor. According to my guess, he was found in a forest near Prague, where the Germans took many Jews and Czechs. Go and shoot in there. Bodies lay all over the ground. They found him among the dead." 他们走进疗养院那个布满阳光的花园里，拜伦说：“瞧呀，路易斯，妈妈在那儿。” 娜塔丽穿着一件新的白色上衣，仍旧站在那个石磴子旁边。路易斯挣脱了他父亲的手，先是向娜塔丽走过去，接着就撒开腿跑，扑到她身上。 “哦，我的上帝！瞧你长得多么大了！瞧你多么沉重！哦，路易斯！” 她坐下来，拥抱着他。孩子搂着她，把脸紧贴在她肩上，她摇晃着他，含着泪说：“路易斯，你回来了。你回来了！”她抬起头来望拜伦。“看见我他就高兴了。” "Not really." “拜伦，你什么事情都有办法，对吗？” 孩子仍旧紧搂着他母亲，没把他的脸露出来。她一前一后地摇晃着他，开始用意第绪语慢慢地唱：宝宝睡在摇篮上，底下有头白山羊。 小小山羊干什么——路易斯松开了她，笑嘻嘻地坐在她怀里，学着用意第绪语跟着，沙哑的声音结结巴巴、零零落落地唱：宝宝长大也干它，葡萄干和杏仁——几乎是同时，拜伦和拉宾诺维茨都把一只手罩在眼睛上，仿佛被突然迸射的强烈光芒照得眼睛发花了。 在布拉格郊外森林中，一个匆忙中掘得很浅的、没有任何标志的坟里，象欧洲各地的那许多残骸一样，横着班瑞尔。杰斯特罗的尸骨。于是，这篇故事也就到此结束了。 当然，这只是一篇故事。根本就不曾有过班瑞尔。杰斯特罗这样一个人。他的故事只是一篇寓言。据说，他的骨骸确实是从法国海岸一直延伸到了乌拉尔山，那是一具被杀害了的巨人的枯骨。据说，确实是发生了这样一件神奇的事：班瑞尔。杰斯特罗的故事并没到此结束，因为他的骨骸站了起来，上面长出了肉。神把灵魂吹进了他的'骨骸，于是他就转向东方，走回家去了。这件事发生的时候，在那强大可怕的闪光照耀下，神仿佛发出了信号，表示我们其余的人的故事并不需要到此结束，那新的闪光可能标志着一个多事之秋的开始。 也许，这只是对我们这些幸存者而言。所涉及到的并不是那些死者，不是那五千多万确实死在世界上最惨烈的灾祸中的人，包括那些胜利者与被征服者，那些战士与平民，那么多国家的人民：男人，女人，儿童，所有死难的人。对那些人来说，他们已经不可能再有什么新的一天的开始了。然而，尽管他们的骨骸已经横在墓穴的黑暗中，但是他们并没白死，如果对他们的回忆能把我们从漫长的战争岁月中带到享受和平的日子里。