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Helenos vaikystė praėjo ramiame miestelyje, audžiant svaigias svajones apie didmiesčio galimybes ir anais laikais retai merginai pasiekiamas studijas. Tačiau kruopščiai statomas laimės laivas ima grimzti, kai Helena patiria mylimojo netektį. Nugriaudėja Antrasis pasaulinis karas. Bet ir jo akivaizdoje moteris nepraranda stiprybės, saugo svajones ir jausmus, kaip įmanydama išlaiko sūnų. Tik tada, kai karo baisumai ima trauktis praeitin, kai viskas, regis, darosi vėl įmanoma, ji palieka savo berniuką stotyje ir dingsta...
Kas atsitiko šios moters gyvenime? Kas ją privertė palikti sūnų, kurį išsaugojo sunkiu karo metu? Kas gali lemti nesuvokiamą sveikam protui žingsnį, griūvant pragarui, kurį jau perėjai?
Romanas „Vidurdienio moteris“ buvo įvertintas prestižine Vokietijos knygų premija.
„Knyga įtikina pasakojimo įtaigumu ir psichologiniu intensyvumu. Tai romanas, skatinantis jį aptarinėti.“ (Iš Vokietijos knygų premijos vertinimo komisijos komentaro.)
360 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2007
Wilhelm interrupted her, tapping the boy on the back of the neck. Don't cry,Peter. And remember this, men are there to kill and women are there to heal their wounds. Peter tilted his head back and looked up to his father. Perhaps there was a smile? But no, his father's gaze was serious.
Can you see under my skin too, little angel? Do you know what's underneath the ribs here? The live lies here.
Sisterly knowledge. Remember that, you'll have to learn it all later. And this is where the gall bladder is, right beside it, yes, there. The word spleen was on Helene's lips, but she didn't want to say it, she just wanted to open her eyes, but Martha noticed and told her: Keep your eyes closed.
Helene felt Martha take her hand ad guide it up next to the rib, and finally still higher, up to her breast.
Although she kept her eyes tightly closed and couldn't see, Helene noticed her own feelings and how hot her face was all of the sudden. Martha was still guiding her hand, and Helene clearly felt the nipple and the firm, soft perfect curve of the breast. Then down the valley below, where she felt a bone.
A little rib.
Martha didn't answer, and now her hand was climbing the other hill. Helene peered through her lashes, but Martha's eyes weren't on her any more, there were wandering aimlessly, blissfully, under her own half-closed lids, and Helene saw Martha's lips opening slightly and moving.
Come here.
Martha's voice was husky; with her other hand she drew Helene's head towards her and pressed her own mouth on Helene's.