'I'm sorry I'm late, he said, handing some of the bread and cheese through the wire-the bits that he hadn't already eaten on the way when he had grown a little peckish after all.
'Who's Maria?' asked Shmuel, not looking as he gobbled the food hungrily. 'She's our maid,' explained Bruno. But she was telling me about this man Pavel who chops our vegetables for us and waits on the table. I think he lives on your side of the fence,do you know him?'
'No, said Shmuel, shaking his head.'I don't know him.'' the reason I wanted to tell you about him is because he's from Poland too. Like you.'Bruno said
'The soldiers don't normally like people getting better,' said Shmuel as he swallows the last piece of bread.' It usually works the other way around. Bruno nodded, even though he didn't know what Shmuel meant, and gazed up into the sky.
'Im going to be a soldier,' said Bruno 'I wouldn't like to be one soldier;' said Shmuel.'I don't mean one like Liuentenant Kolter,' said Bruno 'i don't think he's a good solder at all. I mean one like Father. One of the good soldiers
'There aren't any good soldiers,' repeated Shmuel.'Except for Father' repeated Bruno. Both boys stayed very quiet for a few minutes,neither one wanting to say anything he might regret