live with shame

Hoyt 2022-12-15 05:26:50

People in war live in shame.
At first she had an affair, and so did he, and they didn't love each other very much.
She seriously discussed with him about having children. She thought that women should have children, but he didn't care.
All of a sudden, the war came and the plane came, and she was glad that "it's fortunate that we don't have children", otherwise, the children would also play.

People from various sects arrested them, and some accused her of collaborating with the enemy, and she resisted saying that this was not my voice.
She was later released, and she had sex with another man. The man gave her money, and her husband hid it. The man was caught, and her husband shot him to death. Her home was destroyed. that money.
The husband "decisively" killed a lost young soldier who had been on guard for many days and dared not sleep, and took his boots.
In the end, they escaped on a boat. The bodies of some soldiers floated at sea. The husband rowed the oars with a blank face and
survived.
She said to him:
"I just like you a little bit."
"Dream... the plane lit up the rose."
People in the war can't help themselves. is infertile, yet alive.

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Shame quotes

  • Eva Rosenberg: Sometimes everything seems just like a dream. It's not my dream, it's somebody else's. But I have to participate in it. How do you think someone who dreams about us would feel when he wakes up. Feeling ashamed?

  • Eva Rosenberg: I had a dream. I was walking down a very beautiful street... and on one side there were white houses, with high arches and pillars. On the other side, there was a shady park. Under the trees which were growing near the street. there was a stream of dark green water. And then I came to a high wall, and it was overgrown with roses. And then came an airplane and set the roses on fire. But it wasn't too awful since it was so beautiful. I watched the reflections in the water, and saw how the roses burned. And I had a little child in my arms. It was our daughter. She clung to me... and I felt her lips touching my cheek. And the whole time I knew that I should remember something... something someone had said... but I had forgotten what it was.