CHAPTER<br >p IsrA CAME that evening like a deliverer. It<br > was almost night， although we could not<br >tell night from day， buried as we were in the<br >mildewed cellar of an apartanent house on the<br >edge of the Danube.<br > Nevertheless， our watches serenely kept on<br >registering the time; the hands ticked calmly<br >around the dials. Was it for two weeks or for<br >two years that we had been living like moles?<br > Would there ever be again a \"today，~ and a<br >\"tomorrow，\" or just an eternity of dark， smoky<br >cellars?<br > The first three days had passed fairly quickly.<br >At each creak of the stairs， we thought: Hero<br >come the Russians; the fighting in this district<br >
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