TSD Sentence of the Day

Still from the Colonel Novak point of view, but delving more into his family life, or lack thereof. Self really feels for the man, especially after she reads this, which is the TSD Sentence of the Day, this last Wednesday of September 2021:

  • After he had made a great effort to attend his elder son’s wedding, Ivan, the groom, had shaken his hand and said “Thank you very much for coming, sir,” as if he was just an ordinary guest.

What the — !!!! Holy — !!!!! That’s exactly what son said to self at HIS wedding! During a groom + mother dance during which even the wedding photographers disgustedly turned off their cameras because self, it turned out, was no dancer.

Russian Secret Police, Not To Be Deterred

Take heart, dear blog readers. Self is on p. 374 of The Slaughterman’s Daughter, which means there is a chance she will stop blogging about it, perhaps as soon as tomorrow! (Readers give collective sigh of relief).

Last night, sitting on her bed, she laughed so much and so loud, she’s sure the next-door neighbors heard. She was reading about a poor scarecrow of a man who could easily have stepped out of Don Quixote.

Here we are in a Russian Secret Police/Colonel Piotr Novak section:

God give him strength, he only met the four zyds a week ago. The lady of the group murdered his agents, another member of the group crushed his leg, and their toothpick of a companion wouldn’t stop singing. The one with the most alarming appearance, the scarred-mouth thug, was silent as a rock. None of them would be described as scholarly. If they had worn plain peasant clothes, they could have easily passed as local farmers. The woman was indeed intriguing, a Jewish Joan of Arc, perhaps, but goddamit what woman behaves like a wild beast

The Slaughterman’s Daughter, p. 374

Self knows she should hate Colonel Piotr Novak, but she just can’t. Or, to put it another way, she doesn’t want him to be off-ed until his humiliation is complete.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

A Whore Addresses Adamsky

Four people are fleeing from the Czar’s secret police and one of them, Adamsky, is, for some reason, wandering around a camp by himself (Maybe because the others are sleeping?). He has lately had to forsake his livelihood (a tavern) and throw in his fortunes with Fanny, Zizev, and a drunken cantor. This intensifies his tendency towards introspection.

He stumbles across a pod of army officers and nondescript women gathered around a bonfire. They invite him to join them, and he accepts.

One of the women gets up and sits next to Adamsky. “You’re really old,” she giggles, but for some reason he is not offended. “You have wrinkles in the corners of your eyes.”

The Slaughterman’s Daughter, p. 332

Later, Adamsky will fall madly in love with this woman — in fact will crush “seven noses (leaving one man completely snoutless) and tear off twenty-one earlobes” simply to get back to her.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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