It’s a small story really, about, among other things: * A girl * Some words * An accordionist * Some fanatical Germans * A Jewish fist fighter * And quite a lot of thievery
When death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.' Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.
When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)
Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.