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102 Leiby – Border Smuggler
Chapter 13
The next twenty-four hours were harrowing for Leiby. He
hitched rides from wagon drivers and farmers, traveling a
short distance with each one before switching to another,
until he arrived at the train station. He went straight to the
office that he had visited not so long before, with the familiar,
gilded plaque on the door: Boris Zuvatov – Station Supervisor.
He knocked on the door and opened it without waiting for a
reply from within. Berele the partisan sat behind the table and
looked up at Leiby questioningly. To Leiby’s gratification, he
didn’t recognize him at all.
“Who are you?”
“Tavarisch,”22 Leiby replied with a laugh.
“In Russia, everyone’s a comrade,” Boris answered wearily.
“Yes,”Leiby agreed,his brown eyes sparkling,“but not everyone’s
such a good friend as I am.”
Berele stared at him intently, but still had no idea who he was.
“Tell me who you are,” he requested again, scratching his head.
“I’m Leiby.”
22 Tavarisch ʹ ĐŽŵƌĂĚĞ
