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Grandmother requested. “No one,” responded Kako Pino. “The finish of the realm. ” the town used to be truly within the arms of the partisans. This grew to become transparent at approximately 8 within the morning, while their patrols seemed all over. The Ballists had withdrawn to the Dunavat district. Isa Toska’s gang had holed up within the Baba Selim mosque. The Italians held either side of the most highway, the river mattress and a part of the airfield. It was once quiet. Grandmother and Aunt Xhemo have been sipping their morning espresso. “They say the partisans are going to open communal or communist canteens of a few kind,” commented Aunt Xhemo dreamily. Grandmother acknowledged not anything. She adjusted the glasses on her nostril and regarded outdoor. “What’s all that loud knocking? ” she requested. “Go and glance. i feel it’s coming from Nazo’s. ” She used to be correct. there have been 3 partisans. the only doing the knocking had just one hand, his left hand. the opposite partisans have been having a look up on the home windows. Nazo and her daughter-in-law seemed at one in every of them. “Is this the place of dwelling of Maksut Gega? ” requested one of many partisans. “Yes, it is,” acknowledged Nazo. “Tell Maksut to return out correct now,” acknowledged the partisan. “He’s now not home,” stated Nazo. “Where is he? ” “Visiting a few cousins. ” “Open up. We’ll glance and notice. ” approximately fifteen mins later they got here out. The one-armed partisan took a small piece of paper from his jacket pocket, frowned, and commenced interpreting. A minute later they have been knocking at the major door of the Karllashi mansion. firstly nobody responded. They knocked back. an individual got here to the window. “Is this the place of abode of Mak Karllashi? ” “Yes, Mr Partisan. ” “Tell Mak Karllashi and his son to come back out! ” the pinnacle disappeared from the window. there has been a pause. the opposite partisans unslung their rifles. The one-armed partisan knocked back. It was once an iron door and the knocks reverberated throughout. eventually there has been a noise from inside of. The sound of sobbing, and a woman’s scream. The door opened midway and Mak Karllashi got here out first. a person was once attempting to pull him again via the sleeve. “No, father, don’t exit, don’t exit! ” He got here out. He had black circles below his eyes. His daughter used to be striking on his arm and refused to enable move. The son, wax-pale, donning polished black boots, got here out after him. “Papa! ” screamed the woman, clutching his arm. at the back of the door a lady was once crying. “What do you need from us? ” requested Mak Karllashi. His lengthy face shook to the rhythm of the jolts handed to his physique via his daughter’s sobs. “Mak Karllashi, you and your sons were sentenced as enemies of the people,” the partisan stated loudly, taking his gun from his shoulder together with his one arm. A howl got here from at the back of the door. “Who are you? ” requested Mak Karllashi. “I don’t even recognize you. ” “The people’s court,” growled the partisan, and raised the barrel of his machine-gun. the woman began screaming. “I’m no enemy of the people,” Mak Karllashi protested. “I’m an easy tanner. I make people’s sneakers, I make opingas. ” The partisan seemed down at his personal tattered moccasins. “Get out of how, girl,” he shouted, aiming his gun on the guy.