布兰福德没有犹豫，他紧抓着那本破旧的《人性的枷锁》，它是他向她证明身份的依据。尽管这不会是爱情，但会是一种珍贵的东西，是他曾经拥有并将会永远感激的友情
布兰福德摆正双肩，敬了个礼，然后把书递给那个女人，尽管他的失望之情似乎已经溢于言表，但他仍彬彬有礼地说道：“我是约翰·布兰福德，您——您是梅内尔女士吧，我可以——可以请您吃饭吗？”
女人微笑着。“孩子，我不明白这是怎么回事，”她说道，“那位穿绿衣服的年轻小姐请求我戴上这朵玫瑰花，她说如果你请我一块出去，就告诉你，她在街对面的餐厅等你。她说这是一种考验。”
红苹果奇缘
Hungry for Your Love
赫尔曼与罗玛·罗é 布à 特 / Herman and Roma Rosenblat
It is cold， so bitter cold on this dark winter day in 1942. But it is no different from any other day in this Nazi concentration camp. I am almost dead， surviving from day to day， from hour to hour， ever since I was taken from my home and brought here with tens of thousands of other Jews. Will I still be alive tomorrow？Will I be taken to the gas chamber tonight？
Back and forth next to the barbed wire fence trying to keep my emaciated body warm. I am hungry， I have been hungry for long. Each day， as more of us disappear， the happy past seems like a mere dream， and I sink deeper and deeper into despair.
Suddenly， I notice a young girl walking past on the other side of the barbed wire. She stops and looks at me with sad eyes that seem to say that she understands， that she too cannot fathoms why I am here. I want to look away， oddly ashamed for this stranger to see me like this， but I cannot tear my eyes from hers. Then she reaches into her pocket， and pulls out a red apple. Oh， how long has it been since I have seen one！ She looks cautiously to the left and to the right and then with smile of triumph quickly throws the apple over the fence. I run to pick it up， holding it in my trembling frozen fingers. In my world of death this apple is an expression of life， of love. I glance up in time to see the girl disappearing into the distance.