City of Thieves -RTT- Themes (How do events in the novel contribute to…
City of Thieves -RTT- Themes
how do the characters in the novel use fiction as a way to protect themselves/ make sense of the realities of war
Kolya and no faith in the divine or the afterlife ;he didn't think he was going to a better place or any pace at all. No angels waited to collect him. He smiled because he know how terrified i was of dying. this is what i believe. he know i was terrified and he wanted to make it a little easier for me 251
Kolya seemed fearless, but everyone has fear in them somewhere; fear is part part of our inheritance... cannibals and nazis didn't make kola nervous, but the threat of embarrassment did--the possibility that a stranger might laugh at the lines he'd written 165
Kolya considered himself a bit of a bohemian, a free thinker, but in his own way he was as much true believer as any young pioneer. the worst part about it was the i didn't think he was wrong. 161
a more mysterious man would have known how to deflect the question, how to sidestep like a boxer bobbing and weaving, never getting tagged. i know something she wanted to know. for the first time i had a slight advantage over her. 156
She wants a real wedding, a proper wedding. This is good, life must continue, we're fighting barbarians but we must remain human, Russian. So we will have music, dancing... a cake.
.. Contrary to popular belief, the experience of terror does not make you braver. Perhaps, though, it is easier to hide your fear when you're afraid all the time. 19
i was seventeen, flooded with a belief in my own heroic destiny. page 9
I resheathed the blade and strapped it to my own ankle, feeling or the first time in months that my warrior destiny was at last coming true. 14
I'd like to say I missed them when they were gone, and some nights I was lonely, and always I missed my mother's cooking, but I had fantasized about being on my own since I was little. My favorite folktales featured resourceful orphans... I wouldn't say I was happy—we were all too hungry to be happy—but I believed that here at last was the Meaning.
But we are like two of piters bricks. you can't burn a brick. you cant starve a brick. 135 chapter 15
In what ways does the violence of war impact humanity
i have never been much of a patriot . my father would not have allowed such thing while he lived, and his death insured that his wish was carried out. peter commanded fare more affection and loyalty from me than the nation as a whole. but that night, running across the un plowed fields of winter wear, with fascist invaders behind is and the dark russian woods before us, i felt a surge of pure love for my country .233
at a distance it seemed beautiful, and i thought it was strange that powerful violence is often so pleasing to the eye, like tater bullets at night. 170
And there was the excellent possibility of death. I never understood people who said their greatest fear was public speaking, or spiders, or any of the other minot terrors. How could you fear anything more than death.136
Everything about war was ridiculous: The Germans' barbarity, the party's propaganda, the crossfire of incendiary bullets that lit the nighttime sky. It all seemed to him like someone else's story, an amazingly detailed story the he had stumbled into and now could not escape. page 51 chapter 5
I would not flee the enemy; I would not miss out on the triumph.
None of them go out. If you want to tell yourself something sweet to help you sleep, go ahead but its a lie. page 41 chapter 4
All of us had done it, we were all serving the cause, but I was one of Piter’s true sons and I didn’t deserve to die.
In what ways do people exert power over one to another
each of you will read aloud one paragraph those we judge literate will come with us to cyborg where i can promised you three meals a day while you translate documents for the provision government 181
i could not remember when i was not afraid, but that night came on stronger than ever before 136
It was always someones brother or cousin who has seem the treasure. People believed in the stories because it matched their conviction that someone, somewhere, was feating while the rest of the city starved. 52 chapter 5
... maybe they would miss on purpose because they knew I was a patriot and a defender of the city and I had snuck out of the Kirov only because a German had fallen five thousand meters onto my street, and what seventeen-year-old Russian boy would not sneak outside to peek at a dead Fascist?
I'm not bringing them out there, Everyone is starving and everyones got a gun. page 57 chapter 5
So many great Russians endured long stretches in prison. That night I learned I would never be a great Russian.
The secret to winning a women is calculated neglect
page 40 chapter 4
How do events in the novel contribute to Lev's growth from a boy to a man
"those words you want to say right now ? don't say them" he smiled and cuffed my cheek with something close to real affection. "and the, my friend, is the secret to living a long life." 254
I had acted against all my own history of cowardice"
"we'er pawns and he's a rock thats what you're saying""we're less than pawns. pawns have value""if we can take a rock, we have value too."
in the silence of her non answer i considered the possiblity that i was a very boring person 201
real terror- the genuine belief that your life is about to end violently- erases everything but itself from the brain 180
as soon as the words were in the air i wished i had said them instead. it would have been a brave gesture, possibly suicidal, but Galina had been kind to me and i should have defended her - not because of my noble nature, but because it might have impressed Vika .151
This was all very strange, i thought. i am in the middle of a battle and i am aware of my own thoughts, u am worried about how stupid i look with a knife in my hand while everyone else came to fight with rifles and machine guns. i am are that i am aware. even now with bullets buzzing though the air like angry hornets, i cannot escape the chatter of my brain.140
But i was born and raised in piter, I wasn't a fool, and i tried to keep my voice steady as i spoke. " I don't do business in strangers' apartments." page 52 chapter 5
All of this was too strange to understand so there was no point straining the mind, trying to sort out where we stood.
Don't do this, comrade. I don’t think there is greatness in me, but there is something better than this.
but i wasn't leaving piter. i was a man, i would defend my city, i would be a nevsky for the twentieth centry. (page 8)
I knew that I could not live with the memory of those eyes pleading for me, and she knew it, too, and I hated her even as I jumped down from the gate, lifted her to her feet and hauled her to the iron bars.
i felt more awake than i ever had before, as if this moment, in the farmhouse outside of Brezovka, was the first true moment of my life and everything that came before was a fitful sleep.139