the one to say that is a girlish kid, skinny and kinda short for thirteen years. Sunbeams highlight his dense and weavy ashy-blonde hair, as he's seated in a big classic-style arm-chair, with a cup of coffee in his hands and a surprisingly obstinate expression on his cute face. two women, his older sister and mother, standing in front of him, seem to be embarrassed by such a strict and strange proclamation.
- But why? - finally lets out his mother with a lost voice. - It'll look good on you, and it's warm, perfectly matching for this weather.
- I don't wear jewish clothes, - responds the boy resolutely, and adds after a short pause. - They're dirty.
His sister giggles with despise.
- Oh, yeah. Now this youngster is overdosed with all that nazi shit "Agatha Christie"'s singing about.
- Why on earth are they supposed to be dirty, - asks the eldest woman in the room with despair, having paid no attention to her daughter's words. - Look at Anne-Marie. Isn't that dress she's wearing good-looking?
He inspects his relative with a cold cynical glance from up to down.
- No, it isn't, - concludes he then. - It's dirty. She looks just like one of those jewish schweine, who had bleached her hair in those rags.
His mother sighs sadly.
- That's something new, Rudt. I've never heard such awful things from you before, - as it seems all that she has to tell, she turns her back to him, and, hoarsely sobring, leaves the room with a noisy door slam.
Anne-Marie puts her hads on her hips victoriously.
- You should be brave, mother! - shouts she after the oldest one. - I guess you've managed to produce a second fuehrer!
Rudt smirks with contemption.
- Sounds like flatter, - notifys he then, studying her with quite adult naughtiness in his big green eyes.
the girl hems and continues, starting to feel a bit shy unintentionally.
- You know, - she says, suddenly feeling like she's going to blush. - I'm not sure about things inspiring you, but i think, that nazism isn't a good thing, really. Actually, i suppose, any kind of chauvinisme is an attribute of mental limitation.
- Jedem das seine, - responds Rudt quickly and smiles wider, watching red spots to grow up on his sister's cheeks. - I think this kind of chauvinisme is a simple desire to stay clean and elegant, you know. just noble traits, i guess.
- If you think so, you've definitely got some issues, - she cuts off roughly. - A rather good coat sewed by some jewish dressmaker has nothing to do with nobleness.
- Well, you're showing a real chauvinisme here. at least i don't go and tell that jewish schweine to git, - says he thoughtfully. She makes a few steps towards his table and, having aimlessly opened the upper drawer, freezes with her mouth already opened to object something.
- Hey, Rudt, - she says a few minutes later, and her voice sounds surprised. - What is it - are you smoking?
She takes out the lighter and the pack of royal cigarettes from the drawer to show him.
He frowns puzzly.
- I thought you knew. I do it at home often enough for you to smell the smoke in your room.
Anne-Marie hushes with criticism and, having pulled a dark cig out of pack, starts it with lighter click.
- You won't grow up anymore if you continue, - she makes a remark and goes on without letting him to answer. - Well, if there isn't any other coat, what will you wear to school then?
- I'll go naked if it's necessary, - proclaims Rudt confidently. - Though I'd prefer to stay at home.
She begins to laugh, exhaling a dense blue cloud of smoke.
- I don't wanna get bullied at school because of an insane naked brother, you know, - now her intonations seem to be quite entertained. - I'll hire a german dressmaker by myself especially for you, if you really want it...
- Of course I do, - interrupts her brother ardently. - They're not dirty at all.
- Okay, I'll do it, sir, - agrees Anne-Marie with a parody curtsey. - But only if you'll name a worthy reason for this manic hatred towards Jews.
- Jews are... - for a couple of minutes he's staring to nowhere, having blinked his eyes and inventing the most worthy reason. and she finds herself admiring by his long dark eyelashes and comparing him with Lucifer. such thoughts seem ridiculous to her and she sniffs with indignation. then he lifts his solemn glance again. - Jews are too Jewish, if you know what i mean.
she can't help laughing for at least five minutes more. then she puts out the stub right to a wall and gets prepared to leave.
- Deal, - says Anne-Marie instead of goodbye. And adds after thinking a bit. - Sometimes i think i should present a parabellum for you this christmas.
She turns her back to him and walks to the exit. the more steps she makes towards her aim, the more and more satanic grin spreads over his face. As she's ready to shut the door finally, just having come to conclusion that her brother is not that bad as she thought he used to be, Anne-Marie suddenly hears his hysterical giggling and a defiant shout addressed to her.
- By the way, Anne-Marie, - shouts Rudt. - You've got a great ass, not jewish at all!
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