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Updated: May 14, 2025
Then she laughed in happy forgetfulness. "Do you know yes, it was horrible, awful in those surroundings but thank God, now it's over. A mother forgets all she has suffered at the birth of her child so quickly why should I not forget those horrors to-day too? Do look" and she stroked little Jean-Pierre's warm rosy cheek carefully and caressingly as he slept "how innocent, how lovely. I am so happy.
Her glance fell on the picture again and again, the usual picture of a soldier which told nothing whatever in its stereotyped inanity, and then on little Jean-Pierre's cradle. Did he resemble his father much? Paul Schlieben had expected his wife to speak she would of course know best what to say to the other woman but she was silent.
Little Jean-Pierre's sister and brothers a beautiful girl with untidy hair and three younger brothers stood with their fingers in their mouths, their dirty noses unwiped, and did not move from the spot. Their mother spoke to them angrily, "Off with you!" And they darted off, one almost tumbling over another.
Now it was her child that she had fought such a hard battle for, had snatched from thousands of dangers, her darling, her sweet little one. Little Jean-Pierre's sister and brothers stood there in silence with eyes wide open. Had they understood that their brother was going away, going for ever? No, they could not have understood it, otherwise they would have shown how grieved they were.
A couple of earthenware plates in the plate-rack cracked but with gay-coloured flowers on them a couple of dented pewter vessels, a milk-pail, a wooden tub, a long bench behind the table, on the table half a loaf of bread and a knife, a few clothes on some nails, the double bed built half into the wall, in which the widow no doubt slept with the children now, and little Jean-Pierre's clumsy wooden cradle in front of it that was all.
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