Partisan Heart
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Poland 1943-During WW II resistance movements occurred in every occupied country by a variety of means, ranging from propaganda to outright warfare and the recapturing of towns, as well as hiding crashed pilots. Partisan Heart tells the story of a Gypsy girl who follows her beloved into the forests of Poland and the Ukraine. Their partisan group is willing to risk their lives blowing up train trestles, attacking SS killing squads, and to infiltrate Nazis intelligence to destroy Nazi Germany. Resistance does exist. If nothing else, to die with dignity is a form of resistance.

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Date de parution 08 janvier 2013
Nombre de lectures 5
EAN13 9781773621388
Langue English

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Partisan Heart Tango of Death ~ Book 2 by Rita Karnopp Digital ISBNs EPUB 978-1-77362-138-8 Kindle 978-1-77362-139-5
Amazon Print 978-1-77362-140-1 Print 978-1-77299-321-9
Copyright 2014 by Rita Karnopp Cover art by Michelle Lee All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights un der copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any mean s (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this boo k. This is the second book in theTANGO OF DEATH Series.Book One, GYPSY SPIRIT, published by Books We Love and now available.
Dedication
During Worlb War II,resistance movements, also referreb to as the unbergrounb, occurreb in every occupieb country By a variety of means, ranging from propaganba to outright warfare anb the recapturing of towns, as w ell as hibing crasheb pilots. This Book is bebicateb to them anb their sacrifice. In his BookThe Holocaust:The Jewish Tragedy,Martin GilBertthe types bescriBes of resistance: In everyghetto, in every beportation train, in everylaBor camp, even in thebeath campss. Fighting with the few, the will to resist was strong, anb took many form weapons that woulb Be founb, inbivibual acts of bef iance anb protest, the courage of oBtaining foob anb water unber the threat of beath, the superiority of refusing to allow the Germans their final wish to gloat over panic an b bespair. Even passivity was a form of resistance. To bie wit h bignity was a form of resistance. To resist the bemoralizing, Brutalizing force of evil, to refuse to Be rebuceb to the level of animals, to live through the tormen t, to outlive the tormentors, these too were acts of resistance. Merely to give a witness o f these events in testimony was, in the enb, a contriBution to victory. Simply to survive was a victory of the human spirit. This view is supporteb ByYehuba auerwrote that “resistance of who theNaziscompriseb not only physical opposition, But any ac tivity that gave the Jewish people bignity anb humanity in the most humiliating anb inhumane conbitions”. auer bisputes the popular view that most Jews went to th eir beaths passively. He argues that, given the conbitions in which the Jews ofEastern Europe hab to live unber anb enbure, what is surprising is not how little resistance there was, But rather how much. The original European dnion (Europäische Union) was anantifascistresistancegroup buring Germany'sNaziera, which formeb arounbRoBert HavemannanbAnneliese anbGeorg Groscurth. In his farewell letter to his wife, written half an hour Before his execution, Groscurth wrote, "Dwell on this - that we're bying for a Better future, for a life without man's hatreb for man." The iBle tells us that we are all relateb Because we are all bescenbeb from one couple, Abam anb Eve (Genesis 3:20,Acts 17:26), anb then, following the Floob, from one family group, that of Noah (Genesis 7:23; 9:1). If Hitler anb his Nazi associates hab fully accepte b anb consistently acteb on the Belief that all humans are bescenbeb from Abam anb Eve anb so are equal Before the Creator Gob, as taught in the iBle in Both the Olb Testament anb New Testament, neither the LeBensBorn Program with all of its pain , nor the Holocaust with all of its horrors, woulb ever have happeneb.
Poland—Slovakia—Germany, 1943
Chapter One
“We must go back! I can’t do this, Vilas.” Vanya st opped in her tracks and faced him. “We can’t go back. Not now.” She read the frustration in his expression and coul dn’t blame him for being upset. Leaning against a bolder to catch her breath, Vanya closed her eyes, then slowly opened them. She stood and pressed her chest into h is. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. “I’m sorry. I . . . I want to be with you but I can’t just leave my family. I thought I could . . . but I can’t.” Pr essing her lips into his, she clung to the intimacy. He pushed her slightly away. “You realize I can’t s tay with you? Your father will have nothing to do with me. You’ll be lucky if he takes you back.” “He’s a bulldog on the outside but a puppy on the i nside. Why don’t we part here? I can find my way back . . . alone. Why prolong our g oodbye?” Vanya turned her back to him and quickly wiped the tear that dropped to her cheek. “You really think I’d leave you here, just like tha t? Nazis are crawling all over this area.Nie mogłem tego zrobić. Myślisz, że jestem szalony?” “No, I don’t think you’re crazy. It just makes sens e. You need to hurry and catch up to your group. I’m in no danger. One days walk and I’ll be back home. You know I don’t want to go . . . I have to. My little sister, Zilka , needs me. She’s never been without Mayla and me. Maybe Zilka and I will go to Switzerl and with mama and Mayla.” “Come on. If you’re set on going back, we’d best ge t moving right away. We can be back just before morning if we travel through the n ight. We’ll sleep and eat once we get there.” Vanya smiled and planted a firm kiss on his lips. “ Maybe papa will like you and he’ll ask you to stay.” “I’m aPolska Jew heading for a Gypsy kumpania. I’m certain my f ather is rolling over in his grave, wondering if he’d given me any b rains! Will you wait for me, Vanya? I mean . . . after the war I’ll come find you. We can get married then.” She stopped in her tracks and turned abruptly, then ran the short distance between them, pausing in front of him. “Vilas Kochanowski, is that a proposal?” She pressed her palms onto her hips. “Well, is it?” “I have loved you from the day I set eyes on you, V anya Sucuri,Czy ty mary ja?” Vanya smiled up at him. She loved Vilas more than s he thought possible. It broke her heart to go back to the kumpania . . . and know Vilas would not stay with her. “Tak, wyjdę za ciebie.“I love it when you speak Polish to me. It means a lot you will marry me,” he kissed her deeply. “I wish we could get married right now and have at least one night together before we have to separate. I wish my mama was aliv e to meet you. She’d love everything about you.”
“I’m sorry, Vilas.” Vanya held still as Vilas slid a wayward piece of sandy hair behind her ear. “It must have been horrifying to learn the y’d all been killed.” “It’s hard believing all Poles are now under theGeneralgouvernement. They’re trying to Germanize the population. Near Lublin the y set up a reservation for Jews according to what they called the Nisko Plan. We ca ll it the Lublin Plan. Our city serves as the German headquarters forOperation Reinhardt.” “What isOperation Reinhardt?” “The main German effort to exterminate the Jews in occupied Poland. It’s been going on for years. The Jewish population was force d into theLublin Ghetto they established around the area of Podzamcze.” Vanya rubbed her arms to generate warmth against th e early evening chill. “Let’s walk and talk, Vilas,” she encouraged. He followed but appeared to be in a trance. Finally she asked, “How many Jews were there?” “I’d say about ninety-five thousand Jews were depor ted to the Lublin reservation. The Nazis implemented the plan so they could set up forced labor camps—” “Forced labor camps?” Vanya interrupted. Zwangsarbeiterlager. We call them the ZALs. Yes, They were set up adja cent to the reservation to supply a workforce. We heard the main camp became the first Nazi extermination camp,Bełżec. Then they set up two other extermination camps, Sobibor and Majdanek. They used all three for somet hing they called theBurggraben project.” “Meaning what exactly?” Vanya glanced at Vilas. His expression was void of emotion. “Fortress' ditch. People from the labor camps were forced to erect military defense facilities, including a large anti-tank ditch along the demarcation line for the Schutzstaffel, the SS units.” “How do you know all of this?” “We partisans talk to as many people as we can. We inform the general population what is really happening in Hitler’s Germany.” “Do people believe you? My kumpania heard only rumo rs of such things happening. My father said not to worry about such things. I . . . did though. So did Zilka. Mayla was the most frightened of us all. I hope she’s safe in Switzerland right now.” “It’s time you Gypsies realize what the Nazis are d oing. They aren’t just killing Jews! They are killing thousands of Gypsies. They plan to eliminate every Gypsy and every Jew . . . and their seed. If we don’t retaliate and stop them, we will be no more. I will kill as many of them as I can before they get me.” Vanya hated it when he talked of revenge. “I don’t think I could shoot anyone. I know you have your reasons . . . and I respect that . But, I don’t think . . . I don’t want to kill anyone. I’m not . . . I’m sorry, Vilas. I thou ght being a partisan sounded romantic and exciting. But you must understand that killing is n ot the way of the Gypsy.” “You think it’s the way of the Jew? It’s not in our nature to kill. We have been passive and where has that gotten us?”
“The Gypsy tales say we were many in the beginning and that we came from another land that was long ago destroyed. We were h appy and we had many friends. One day we were celebrating and a man came to our c amp. As was usual we invited him in. This was our mistake and was to be our curs e. This man was a necromancer and he wanted us to serve him. We refused because w e loved life. We asked ourselves why then would we cheat death and serve chaos? In r age he cursed us, saying that we would forever wander never to settle in any land an d that we would forever be outcasts. He then disappeared and we laughed. The next day ou r land was destroyed by forces we could not understand, and the undead stormed our homes, and many of us died or worse.” “I’m sorry, Vanya . . . but your folklore—“ “Let me finish.” Vanya hated his interruption. “The survivors ran and sought safety and refuge. But wherever we went it was always the same . . . . we were refused for any number of reasons. We fled and regrouped on a mount ain. Gathering, we drew a circle and all there, drew knives and shed blood on the ea rth. We vowed to forever serve balance, and to protect the land. When the last dro p soaked into the ground a strange feeling came over us and the land seemed to embrace us. A voice told us that we would be cursed to wander yes, but we would be able to ad opt those humans of like mind to be gypsy, and because we spilled our blood to prote ct, we now had the ability to curse those who would cause our deaths.” “I fail to see why that story means you can’t kill to protect yourself or avenge your loved ones who have been killed.” “We have wandered ever since protecting Tyrra and l ife. We revel in life and preserve it at all costs. It is not our way to take life.” “Don’t judge me, Vanya. I’ve seen too much . . . I’ ve witnessed too much . . . I’ve lost too much. I think we’d better concentrate on h iking and do less talking. We need to keep alert and not fall into the hands of the Nazis . I want my revenge and I won’t get it if we’re captured.” Vanya stopped walking, turned and placed her palm o n Vilas’s cheek. “I would take your pain away if I could,” she said. “Killing won’ t bring your loved ones back. Killing won’t ease the pain. Killing won’t make you feel be tter about yourself. Don’t become like them.” “I’m done discussing. This is one subject we won’t agree. I need to get you back to your kumpania so I can get back to my . . .grupa partyzancka.” Vanya pulled back her hand as though it’d been burn ed. This hard side of Vilas was difficult to love. She abruptly turned and nearly ran from him. “Wait! Vanya, I didn’t mean to upset you. Stop . . . please. Just for a moment.” Vanya pushed forward, aware he stomped behind her, struggling to catch up. He grabbed her arm and nearly jerked it from the socke t. “Ow, you’re hurting me!” she shouted at him. “Hush, you want every Nazi within five miles to hea r us? I didn’t mean to hurt you, but you wouldn’t stop. I had no choice. We can’t go storming back to your kumpania,
oth of us angry. We . . . we won’t get to talk once we get there. I don’t want us parting with . . . this anger between us.” She stared at the man she loved. He spoke truth and she wanted nothing more than to melt into his arms. Instead she kept her distanc e, stiff and firm. “I . . . don’t want to be angry either. But you only know your opinion. You a ren’t willing to listen to me. I am gypsy. You cannot change who I am.” “I know that. I’m not trying to change you, Vanya. I am just expressing . . . what I am.” “And what are you, Vilas?” “I am a Jew fighting for his people and I’m fightin g for your people, too. I don’t need you fighting me.” He opened his arms to her. Vanya moved into his embrace. After a long silence she lifted her face up to him and took his hard kiss. She responded with urgency and passion. He fueled the fire within her and she didn’t want to stop. He kissed her cheek, then moved to nibble on her ea r lobe. “I love how you kiss me,” she said somewhat breathl ess. He answered with a trail of kisses down her neck . . . lower and lower. She allowed him to pop open the first few buttons on her blouse . He pinned her back against a tree and buried his face into her cleavage. The sensatio n shook her to the core. She wanted to say stop, but she truly didn’t want him to stop. How or when he slipped the remaining buttons free, she couldn’t say. The sensation of him licking her nipple made her gasp like never before. She had no power to refuse him. Her body betrayed control. He pulled her breas t into his wet mouth and moved his palm over her other breast. Her body came alive . . . wanting more. “I want you, Vanya. Let me make you mine before I h ave to let you go.” He moved his mouth over hers and she responded with heated kisses of her own. She allowed him to lower her to the layer of dried leaves on the ground. She had dreamed of Vilas making love to her. She wanted him more than life itself. He peeled her clothes away and she helped him shed his jacket and shirt. He quickly removed his pants and they sat looking at each other. Aware of their nakedness . . . and the implication of what they were about to do. “Are you sure?” he asked. Vanya breathed heavily, then leaned toward him . . . barely touching his lips with hers. It became the catalyst . . . the unspoken yes . Vilas pulled her against his bare chest and the car ess of his bare skin against hers sent a shiver deep within her. He slid his palm dow n her back, cupped her bare buttock, and slowly lifted her onto his lap. She gasped at the intimacy of his touch. “I’ve never . . . I don’t know—“ “Shhhh . . . it will be natural. Let me show you th e greatest gift of life, Vanya. Let me make you mine. I will make you my wife tonight in t he eyes of the heavens. After the war we will have a proper wedding.Zabiorę cię do mojej żony.” “And I take you for my husband,” she whispered. “Say it in Polish, please?”
Zabiorę cię do mojego męża. I will remain faithful to you all the days of my life.” Dopóki śmierć nas nie rozłączy." Vanya swallowed hard. “Why would you add until death do us part?” “I just want you to know that if something does hap pen to me, that I would want you to live on with your life. I . . . expect you to wa it for me and take no other man . . . unless . . . I am—“ Vanya stopped with words with a kiss. She refused t o hear any more talk of dying. They would live a lifetime at this very moment. Sli ding closer she pressed against him then pushed away . . . startled by the proof of his intentions. “Don’t be frightened, Vanya. You will soon learn I have exactly what you want and need.” “You shouldn’t say things like that. I’m . . . what if I don’t do it right? What if you aren’t happy with me?” She was grateful the early e vening shadows hid her flushed cheeks. “My love, you can’t possibly disappoint me. Just lo oking at you brings me great pleasure and excites me. Your kisses make my blood boil.” He kissed her lips, her neck and soon her breasts. She allowed him to lay her back on the ground. His kisses on her bare flesh blazed a trail of yearning. She pulled him into her . . . wanting more and more. She didn’t understand what she wanted . . . but her body did. He captured her lips in his, then moved his palm al ong her side, across her hip, then gently down until he cupped her firmly. Vanya gasped, pressing upward toward his palm. He s lipped his finger between the folds and she gasped. Pleasure sent her beyond cont rol. She opened her legs . . . wanting . . . needing more. He rose above her . . . and Vanya tensed slightly. “Trust me, love. It will hurt for only a moment and then I’ll give you more pleasure than you’ve ever experienced.” “I love you, Vilas,” she said, kissing him with pas sion and need. He moved inside her and she marveled how her moistness encouraged h is entry. He moved gently . . . slow . . . and one firm push and a sharp pain start led her. She wanted him to stop . . . but then his movements replaced everything with shi vers of delight. He shifted in and out . . . taking her higher and higher . . . her bo dy responded . . . tingling, shaking, shivering . . . and all the while responding to his demands . . . asking for more and more . . . and more. Suddenly a jolting explosion shook her completely and she lay spent beneath her lover. Her breathing came fast and labored as did his. Her damp, heated skin cooled in the crisp air. She had just experienced the most in credible act. Never did she expect making love to Vilas would be so . . . satisfying . . . so thrilling . . . so intimate. “Did I hurt you?” She smiled and kissed him. “That was amazing. I nev er imagined it would be like this. Was I . . . did I do it right?” The question embarrassed her to the core.
“You are made for love, Vanya. I could make love to you all night and still not have enough. You do realize you are my wife now, don’t y ou?” “Yes. I will wait for you, I promise.” She kissed h im with as much emotion and love as possible. “We need to get going if we want to make it back to your kumpania by morning. Do you still want to go? Maybe now you’ll stay with me ?” “I’m sorry, Vilas. I want to stay with you . . . bu t I must go back.” She slipped into her blouse and buttoned it, all the while watching him dress. She couldn’t help lowering her eyes until she could see his manhood. She’d never s een a grown man before. Oh, she’d seen little boys . . . but that definitely wa sn’t the same thing. It seemed so big and . . . alive. “Oh, so you like what you see? I don’t think we’re done!” Vanya giggle, embarrassed he caught her looking. “I . . . I didn’t—“ She gasped as he lifted her onto his lap and pressed into her. Th e sensation sent her reeling until she moved with his thrusts . . . moaning and encouragin g him for more. He raised her until he could capture her breast between his lips and he pulled it into his mouth . . . she pressed into him. How could he have such control ov er her body? Grasping her waist, he raised and lowered her . . . filling her completely. The sensation of his thrusts caused her to shiver and c ry out. He pulled her against him, holding her as they breathed heavily together . . . basking in the release of their love. “Oh . . . I never . . . it’s wonderful, Vilas! I ne ver want to stop!” “Whoa, girl. You will have to control yourself whil e I’m gone. Maybe we should have waited until—“ “You’re a little too late to be talking about waiti ng! I don’t think this is something we can take back. It’s just . . . I never felt anythin g so thrilling. It makes me shiver all over. I love how it feels.” “Girl, you were made for love. You sure I can’t per suade you to stay with me? I promise to make love to you every night . . . several times a night if you want.” Vanya laughed and felt him grow hard inside her. “R eally?” “I’m willing if you are,” he chuckled, then drew he r lips into his. Vanya knew her actions were that of a loose woman. She couldn’t help herself. Vilas made her feel incredible and she didn’t want to stop. If they were going to be apart . . . she wanted to get as much of him as she could get. Seductively, she moved slightly up and down . . . holding back . . . increasing his breathing . . . increasing hers. He chuckled and she smiled . . . teasing . . . bringin g her nipples close to his lips and far enough away . . . he flicked them with his tongue, sending sensations to her core. She increased her movement, pressing his back to the gr ound. Straddling him, she sat and moved . . . taking him . . . all of him over . . . and over again. He rolled her under him and took her full and hard. They both knew it would be a long time before they could be together like this a gain. The memory of their joining would have to be the binding that makes them strong . “I love you, husband . . . I meanmąż,” Vanya whispered.
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