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fear "On the third night, as we were sleeping, some of us sitting,huddled against each other, some of us standing, a piercing crybroke the silence:"Fire! I see a fire! I see a fire!" pg 24

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fear "On the third night, as we were sleeping, some of us sitting,huddled against each other, some of us standing, a piercing crybroke the silence:"Fire! I see a fire! I see a fire!" pg 24

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her screaming this brought fear to everyone on the cart

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fear "Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed." pg 11

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fear "Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed." pg 11

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he was in fear from what he witnessed.

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jealousy He reached the first cauldron. "Hearts were pounding harder:he had succeeded. Jealousy devoured us, consumed us. We neverthought to admire him. Poor hero committing suicide for a rationor two or more of s o u p ... I n our minds, he was already dead.pg 59 

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jealousy He reached the first cauldron. "Hearts were pounding harder:he had succeeded. Jealousy devoured us, consumed us. We neverthought to admire him. Poor hero committing suicide for a rationor two or more of s o u p ... I n our minds, he was already dead.pg 59 

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they were jealous of the man getting soup that others were.

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sadness "The darkness enveloped us. All I could hear was the violin,and it was as if Juliek's soul had become his bow. He was playing his life. His whole being was gliding over the strings. His unful-filled hopes. His charred past, his extinguished future. He played that which he would never play again." pg 95

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sadness "The darkness enveloped us. All I could hear was the violin,and it was as if Juliek's soul had become his bow. He was playing his life. His whole being was gliding over the strings. His unful-filled hopes. His charred past, his extinguished future. He played that which he would never play again." pg 95

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it made elie recognize what he could do in a sad way to go.

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sadness "I WOKE UP AT DAWN on January 29. On my father's cot there layanother sick person. They must have taken him away before day-break and taken him to the crematorium. Perhaps he was stillbreathing...." pg 111

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sadness "I WOKE UP AT DAWN on January 29. On my father's cot there layanother sick person. They must have taken him away before day-break and taken him to the crematorium. Perhaps he was stillbreathing...." pg 111

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his father is dead and he no longer cares about anything.