Island in the sea summary. Translated into Russian
heroes:
Steffi - 12 year old Jewish
the girl who was forced
escape with my sister from the captured
the Nazis of Vienna to Sweden, throwing on
Homeland of parents. Girl fine
studies in a Swedish school and quickly
learns a new language, later she
will continue his studies in the city. She is brave
and lively, knows how to stand up for himself.
Respects the family that adopted her,
tries to fulfill all requests and
errands. Later acquires
best friend.
heroes:
Nelly - Steffi's younger sister,
who shared her difficult
destiny. Quickly masters in a new
family, even calls Aunt Alma
mom. But never stops hoping for
meeting with parents.
Lively, friendly, immediately found
new friends and ended up in the center
attention. Shows success in
Swedish, starts fluently
speak it even in communication with
sister. Dreamy. A story about the events of World War II.
The story "Island in the Sea" - a story about sisters from the Austrian family
Jews, which was accepted and saved by a Swedish family. We can observe
for the adaptation of children in a large and at first alien world. Once in different
families, but living nearby, sisters get used to a new life. Senior
the girl was taken under the care of the strict Comrade Alma and her husband, D. Evert, who
often disappeared at sea. Soon they will love her like their daughter. Younger
my sister was accepted by a friendly family, which already had children.
Girls are waiting for letters from their parents, with
hope they got the entry
a visa to America, where they will take their children.
But their expectations are not met. Girls
accept Jesus and study in
Swedish school. Steffi endures constantly
mockery of classmates over her origin.
The same cannot be said about Nelly. War is picking up everything
closer ... Parents never get permission
to enter, you can guess for yourself that
the girls won't see them again. Finally
the sisters remain in new families on the Island in the Sea. This piece is unique
it contains the main problems of the modern world,
which are very relevant. After reading this story, child
will no longer bully people who are not like everyone else,
who are strangers here, who think and speak differently.
This story contains the problem of War in the World.
Describes the suffering of children from separation from their hometown
and family, the consequences of the War.
It is worth pondering these topics for adults as well.
and children.
MOSCOW SCOOTER
FOREWORD
Annika Thor's story "An Island in the Sea" is one of those books that are still quite rare in modern Russia that tell children about things that until recently were considered inaccessible to their minds or too heavy for their psyche. The very concept of children's literature has changed in the world in recent decades: children are recognized as having the right to know and the ability to understand. And the main theme of this literature was what constitutes, in essence, the main problem of civilization: mutual understanding and coexistence of different, dissimilar people.
The story of the events of World War II forces readers to reflect on the past, present and future - really good history books manage to do this. The story "An Island in the Sea" could also be called "An Island in the World", it is more than the story of a girl from a family of Austrian Jews, who was accepted and saved by a Swedish family, it is a look at a large and at first alien world, where one who is cut off from family and homeland falls child. Steffi does not understand much about the people around her: they are not dressed that way, they have different food, they pray to a god in whom she does not believe, they are stingy with words and feelings. And the Swedes, devout Protestants, inhabitants of a fishing village on a small island, do not understand the daughter of a Viennese doctor, cannot imagine the danger her parents are exposed to.
There is not a drop of sweet syrup in the book, in the new environment of the girl there are enough ill-wishers, willing to offend, humiliate. Those who read these heartbreaking pages will receive a kind of inoculation: one can hope that they will not succumb to the temptation to tease a peer, because he is "not like everyone else."
Can we say that the book "ends well"? In a way, yes. Steffi, apparently, will be able to continue her education in the city, she became convinced that the stern aunt Martha loves her like her own daughter, an island in the cold sea has ceased to seem like the end of the earth. But the Swedish authorities are denying visas to adult Jewish refugees, Steffi guesses that it will take a long time to see his parents, and readers know that, most likely, they will die in a concentration camp. The war is approaching the island, the happy ending is still far away.
The book is written simply and heartfelt, well translated, read with interest unabated to the last page.
Russian children will like it, and smart parents and teachers will help in such a necessary, delicate and difficult matter as fostering a humane, tolerant attitude towards other people.
Natalia Mavlevich
Sarah and Rebecca
Chapter 1
The train slowed down and stopped. From the platform in an incomprehensible language something was said to the loudspeaker.
Steffi leaned against the window. Through the smoke of a steam locomotive, she saw a large signboard, and a little further, a brick building with a glass roof.
- Have we arrived, Steffi? - Nelly asked timidly. - Should we go out?
“I don’t know,” she replied. - Maybe yes.
Steffi stepped into the seat to reach the overhead bin. First she took out Nelly's bag, then hers. The school bags were already on the floor next to the bags. In no case should you forget anything on the train. After all, this is all that they managed to take with them.
Suddenly a lady in a light suit and hat appeared at the door of the compartment. She spoke German.
“Faster, faster,” said the lady. - This is Gothenburg. You go out.
Without waiting for an answer, she walked to the next compartment.
Steffi put a knapsack on her shoulders and helped her younger sister.
“Take your bag,” Steffi said.
“It's heavy,” Nellie complained, but she took her bag. Holding hands, the girls went out into the corridor, where other children were already crowding, preparing to get off the train.
A commotion arose among the children on the platform. The train began to move behind them. Knocking and grinding, he rolled away from the station. Some kid started crying. One boy called his mother.
“Your mom isn’t here,” Steffi said. - She can't come. You will have another, just as kind.
- Mama! Mama! - the kid continued to shout.
A lady in a light suit took his hand.
“Come on,” she told the others. - Follow me.
Like ducklings one after another, the children followed her into the station building with a high vaulted glass ceiling. A man with a large camera approached them. A flash exploded in blinding lightning.
One of the kids screamed shrilly.
- Stop it! The lady in the suit exclaimed indignantly. - You scare children.
“This is my job, madam,” he said. “You take care of these little refugees. And I will take touching photos, and you will receive more money for your work.
The reporter took a few more pictures.
Steffi turned away. She didn't want to be a little refugee in a heartbreaking photograph in a newspaper. And she also didn’t want donations to be collected for her.
The lady took the children to the far end of the large waiting room. There, behind the fence, there was a whole crowd of adults. Another lady, older and wearing glasses, took a few steps towards the children.
“Welcome,” she said. - Welcome to Sweden. The Swedish Relief Committee is pleased to welcome you. Here you will be safe until you can return to your parents.
She also spoke German, but with a strange accent.
The first lady, the younger one, took out a list and began shouting out names.
- Ruth Bauman ... Stefan Fischer ... Eva Goldberg ...
At each name one of the children raised his hand and went out to the lady with a list. The lady checked what was written on the brown plaque that hung around the neck of each child. Then one of the adults separated from the crowd of waiting people, took the child by the hand and took him away with him. The smallest, those who could not answer when they were called, were taken directly from the places where they were sitting.
The names were in alphabetical order, and Steffi realized that it would take a long time before her and her sister would come. My stomach ached with hunger, and my whole body ached with the desire to stretch out on the bed. Since yesterday morning, their home has been a narrow train compartment. Miles of railroad track stretched like a ribbon back to Vienna, to mom and dad. Now this tape is torn. Now they are alone.
The number of children was slowly decreasing, the crowd of adults was also thinning.
Nellie snuggled up to her sister.
- When is it our turn, Steffi? Will no one take us away?
- They have not yet reached the letter "W", - explained Steffi, - we have to wait a little longer.
- I'm hungry, - whimpered Nellie, - I'm tired. And I want to eat.
- We have nothing, - said Steffi, - the sandwiches are long over. You will have to wait until we are called. Sit on your bag if you can't stand.
Nellie sat down on her little travel bag and rested her chin in her palms. Her long black pigtails almost touched the floor.
- Nelly, - said Steffi, - you will see, we will live in a real castle overlooking the sea.
"Will I have my own room there?" - asked Nellie.
“Yes,” my sister promised.
“I don’t want to,” said Nellie. - I want to live in the same room with you.
“Answer me,” she whispered to her sister. - It's you.
“Eleanor Steiner,” the lady with the list shouted again. - Come forward!
Maneuvering among the bags, Steffi dragged Nelly with her.
“We're here,” she said.
The lady looked at the list.
- Stefania Steiner? She asked.
Steffi nodded.
“Steiner,” the lady repeated loudly, “Eleanor and Stefania Steiner!
No one moved in the waiting crowd.
Steffi did not answer. She squeezed her sister's hand. The lady with the list turned to her.
“Wait a minute,” she said, and pulled both girls aside. - Wait here. I'll be right back.
The older lady took the list and continued shouting out names. Finally all the children left. Only Steffi and Nelly remained with their bags.
- Can we go home? Nelly asked hopefully. - Home, to mom and dad?
Steffi shook her head. Nellie began to cry.
“Shh,” Steffi whispered, “don’t roar, you’re not little.”
There was the sound of approaching footsteps. The young lady was hastily explaining something to the elderly. She took out a pencil and wrote on the sheets with the names that hung around the girls' necks: "The children do not speak Swedish."
- Come on, - said the young lady Steffi, - I will take you to the steamer.
Steffi grabbed her bag with one hand and took Nellie by the other. Silently following the lady, they left the station building.
Chapter 2
They took a taxi from the station. The sun was hot, and the August heat was depressing. Steffi was sweating in a new warm coat. Before leaving, my mother ordered from the dressmaker, Miss Gerlach, new coats for Steffi and Nelly. She asked Miss Gerlach to make a warm lining, as it was very cold in Sweden, she heard.
The coats were blue with a darker velvet collar. From the same velvet as the collar, Miss Gerlach sewed hats for the girls. Steffi would have been very happy with the coat if she had received it for another occasion.
Finally the car stopped. Along the pier were gigantic, like houses, ships. A small white steamer swayed beside the pier, which looked like a toy by comparison.
The lady paid for the taxi and hurried forward with Nellie and her bag. Steffi carried her luggage herself, barely keeping up with them.
At the boarding ramp, a lady stopped to buy a ticket from one of the crew members. She said something to him in Swedish and pointed to Steffi and Nelly. At first the man shook his head, but the lady repeated more insistently, and finally he nodded.
- Come on, - he threw to the girls and pointed to several empty seats in the ship's cabin.
Nellie looked disappointed.
“I want to stand there outside,” she told Steffi, and pointed to the deck. - Ask, can we go out?
- Ask yourself, - answered Steffi.
Nellie shrugged and took her place. When the engine began to rattle somewhere beneath them, Steffi remembered that she had forgotten to say goodbye to the lady from the Swedish Aid Committee. She ran out onto the deck, but the lady was already far away.
The ship left the pier and swam up the river. Black smoke escaped from the chimney and dissipated in a thin curtain.
Nellie remained in her place, huddled like a rag doll. Only now did Steffi notice that the buttons on her sister's coat were not buttoned correctly, and there was a dirty stain on her cheek. Steffi wiped it off with a handkerchief.
- Where is this steamer sailing? - asked Nellie.
“Where we need it,” Steffi replied.
- To the resort?
“Tell me what he is like,” Nellie asked.
“There are long beaches with soft sand,” Steffi began, “and palm trees grow along the alleys. On the shore, people are sunbathing in sun loungers under multi-colored umbrellas. Children build sand castles and play in the water. An ice cream maker sells ice cream.
Steffi has never been to the sea. But Evie, her best friend in Vienna, went to a resort in Italy two years ago. Back home, she told Steffi about palm trees and the beach, sun loungers and ice cream makers. The sisters themselves usually went with their parents to a boarding house on the Danube in the summer. Earlier. Before the Nazis came.
Steffi felt that someone was watching her. She looked up and saw two old men sitting opposite and staring curiously at her and Nellie.
- Why are they looking at us? Nellie asked anxiously.
“Because of the nameplates,” Steffi suggested.
One old man put chewing tobacco behind his upper lip. A brown drop of saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth. He said something to the other and laughed squeakily.
- Let's take them off, - decided Steffi and thrust the sheets with the names into her backpack. - Let's go out.
They went out on the deck at the bow of the ship. Ahead is the mouth of a river flowing into the sea. A tugboat was pulling a ship against the current. It was funny to watch a small boat pushing a big one, just like a child who diligently pulls the mother behind him in order to show her something interesting. Red brick shops lined the dock. Huge cranes towered over them like the necks of giraffes.
Nellie fiddled with the coral necklace around her neck. In fact, these were my mother's beads, bought many years ago on a honeymoon trip to Italy. Nellie has always admired the little sickles held together in uneven posts. Before leaving, my mother gave Nellie this necklace.
- Tell me more, Steffi, - stubborn Nellie. - Can I swim when we get there?
“First you have to learn to swim,” Steffi said. - In the afternoon, everyone returns to their hotel and rest for an hour. After lunch - a walk in the park and a concert.
- Are we going to live in a hotel?
- I do not know. Maybe those people with whom we will live have some kind of small hotel.
- Then we will have everything for free.
“Or maybe they have their own villa. Or a private beach.
- Do they have children? - asked Nellie.
Steffi shrugged.
“I hope they have a dog,” she said.
- And the piano? Nellie asked for the hundredth time.
“Of course,” Steffi assured her.
She knew how much Nellie missed the piano. She started making music shortly before they were forced to move from a large apartment next to a park that had a huge Ferris wheel. Mom was ready to take the piano with her, although it would take up almost all of their small room. But dad didn’t allow it.
“We barely have enough room for beds,” he said. - Or are you suggesting that we sleep on the piano?
The steamer passed the mouth of the river and went out to sea. Rocks and skerries passed by. The wind rose, and dark clouds were gathering over the sea. Nellie tugged at her sister's sleeve.
- Will I be allowed, Steffi? She asked. - Will I really be allowed?
- Play the piano. Will I be allowed?
“They will,” Steffi promised. - Just don't whine.
Nellie began humming a nursery rhyme, one of the tunes she'd learned to play the piano. Unlike Steffi, she got a beautiful voice from her mother.
The steamer rounded the cape. Here the wind intensified and the steamer began to swing.
“I'm cold,” Nellie said.
- Go inside if you want.
Nellie hesitated.
- Will you go? She asked.
“Not yet,” Steffi said.
The deck was floating out from under my feet. She felt sick. The sky was rapidly darkening. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Nellie took a few steps, but changed her mind and returned.
“Go,” said Steffi. - I'll be right there.
She gripped the railing tightly and closed her eyes. The steamer rocked from side to side. Steffi leaned over the railing and vomited. Her throat tingled, she felt weak and dizzy.
- Are you ill, Steffi? Nellie asked anxiously.
- I think I have seasickness.
Steffi closed her eyes, gripping the railing tightly. Her legs did not obey her. Holding on to Nellie, she forced herself back into the salon. Steffi lay down on the bench, putting a satchel under her head instead of a pillow, and closed her eyes. Everything spun around.
Steffi was awakened by someone tugging at her hand.
“Let me sleep,” she muttered. - I want to sleep.
But they pulled her more persistently. Steffi opened her eyes.
- Steffi! - Nelly said excitedly. - We arrived.
Steffi did not immediately remember where she was. Nellie stood next to her and almost jumped with impatience. Her cheeks were flushed, one bow was untied and the braid was almost completely unraveled.
- Come on soon! We arrived!
Annika Top
Island in the sea
The publisher would like to thank the Swedish Institute for their support in publishing this book.
The publishing house expresses gratitude for the assistance to the site www.fennoscandia.ru.
SARE AND REBEKKE
FOREWORD
Annika Thor's story "An Island in the Sea" is one of those books that are still quite rare in modern Russia, which tell children about things that until recently were considered inaccessible to their minds or too heavy for their psyche. The very concept of children's literature has changed in the world in recent decades: children are recognized as having the right to know and the ability to understand. And the main theme of this literature was what constitutes, in essence, the main problem of civilization: mutual understanding and coexistence of different, dissimilar people.
The story of the events of World War II makes readers think about the past, present and future - really good history books manage to do this. The story "An Island in the Sea" could also be called "An Island in the World", it is more than the story of a girl from a family of Austrian Jews who was accepted and saved by a Swedish family, it is a look at a large and at first alien world, where one who is cut off from family and homeland falls child. Steffi does not understand much about the people around her: they are not dressed like that, they have different food, they pray to a god in whom she does not believe, they are stingy with words and feelings. And the Swedes, devout Protestants, inhabitants of a fishing village on a small island, do not understand the daughter of a Viennese doctor, cannot imagine the danger her parents are exposed to.
There is not a drop of sweet syrup in the book, in the new environment of the girl there are enough ill-wishers, willing to offend, humiliate. Those who read these heartbreaking pages will receive a kind of inoculation: you can hope that they will not succumb to the temptation to tease a peer, because he is "not like everyone else."
Can we say that the book "ends well"? In a way, yes. Steffi, apparently, will be able to continue her education in the city, she became convinced that the stern aunt Martha loves her like her own daughter, an island in the cold sea has ceased to seem like the end of the earth. But the Swedish authorities are denying a visa to adult Jewish refugees, Steffi guesses that it will take a long time to see his parents, and readers know that, most likely, they will die in a concentration camp. The war is approaching the island, the happy ending is still far away.
The book is written simply and heartfelt, well translated, read with interest unabated to the last page.
Russian children will like it, and smart parents and teachers will help in such a necessary, delicate and difficult matter as fostering a humane, tolerant attitude towards other people.
Natalia Mavlevich
NS the train slowed down and stopped. From the platform in an incomprehensible language something was said to the loudspeaker.
Steffi leaned against the window. Through the smoke of a steam locomotive, she saw a large signboard, and a little further, a brick building with a glass roof.
- Have we arrived, Steffi? - Nelly asked timidly. - Should we go out?
“I don’t know,” she replied. - Maybe yes.
Steffi stepped into the seat to reach the overhead bin. First she took out Nelly's bag, then hers. The school bags were already on the floor next to the bags. In no case should you forget anything on the train. After all, this is all that they managed to take with them.
Suddenly a lady in a light suit and hat appeared at the door of the compartment. She spoke German.
“Faster, faster,” said the lady. - This is Gothenburg. You go out.
Without waiting for an answer, she walked to the next compartment.
Steffi put a knapsack on her shoulders and helped her younger sister.
“Take your bag,” Steffi said.
“It's heavy,” Nellie complained, but she took her bag. Holding hands, the girls went out into the corridor, where other children were already crowding, preparing to get off the train.
A commotion arose among the children on the platform. The train began to move behind them. Knocking and grinding, he rolled away from the station. Some kid started crying. One boy called his mother.
“Your mom isn’t here,” Steffi said. - She can't come. You will have another, just as kind.
- Mama! Mama! - the kid continued to shout.
A lady in a light suit took his hand.
“Come on,” she told the others. - Follow me.
Like ducklings one after another, the children followed her into the station building with a high vaulted glass ceiling. A man with a large camera approached them. A flash exploded in blinding lightning.
One of the kids screamed shrilly.
Annika Thor's story "An Island in the Sea" is one of those books that are still quite rare in modern Russia that tell children about things that until recently were considered inaccessible to their minds or too heavy for their psyche. The very concept of children's literature has changed in the world in recent decades: children are recognized as having the right to know and the ability to understand. And the main theme of this literature was what constitutes, in essence, the main problem of civilization: mutual understanding and coexistence of different, dissimilar people.
The story of the events of World War II forces readers to reflect on the past, present and future - really good history books manage to do this. The story "An Island in the Sea" could also be called "An Island in the World", it is more than the story of a girl from a family of Austrian Jews, who was accepted and saved by a Swedish family, it is a look at a large and at first alien world, where one who is cut off from family and homeland falls child. Steffi does not understand much about the people around her: they are not dressed that way, they have different food, they pray to a god in whom she does not believe, they are stingy with words and feelings. And the Swedes, devout Protestants, inhabitants of a fishing village on a small island, do not understand the daughter of a Viennese doctor, cannot imagine the danger her parents are exposed to.
There is not a drop of sweet syrup in the book, in the new environment of the girl there are enough ill-wishers, willing to offend, humiliate. Those who read these heartbreaking pages will receive a kind of inoculation: one can hope that they will not succumb to the temptation to tease a peer, because he is "not like everyone else."
Can we say that the book "ends well"? In a way, yes. Steffi, apparently, will be able to continue her education in the city, she became convinced that the stern aunt Martha loves her like her own daughter, an island in the cold sea has ceased to seem like the end of the earth. But the Swedish authorities are denying visas to adult Jewish refugees, Steffi guesses that it will take a long time to see his parents, and readers know that, most likely, they will die in a concentration camp. The war is approaching the island, the happy ending is still far away.
The book is written simply and heartfelt, well translated, read with interest unabated to the last page.
Russian children will like it, and smart parents and teachers will help in such a necessary, delicate and difficult matter as fostering a humane, tolerant attitude towards other people.
Natalia Mavlevich
Sarah and Rebecca
Chapter 1
The train slowed down and stopped. From the platform in an incomprehensible language something was said to the loudspeaker.
Steffi leaned against the window. Through the smoke of a steam locomotive, she saw a large signboard, and a little further, a brick building with a glass roof.
- Have we arrived, Steffi? - Nelly asked timidly. - Should we go out?
“I don’t know,” she replied. - Maybe yes.
Steffi stepped into the seat to reach the overhead bin. First she took out Nelly's bag, then hers. The school bags were already on the floor next to the bags. In no case should you forget anything on the train. After all, this is all that they managed to take with them.
Suddenly a lady in a light suit and hat appeared at the door of the compartment. She spoke German.
“Faster, faster,” said the lady. - This is Gothenburg. You go out.
Without waiting for an answer, she walked to the next compartment.
Steffi put a knapsack on her shoulders and helped her younger sister.
“Take your bag,” Steffi said.
“It's heavy,” Nellie complained, but she took her bag. Holding hands, the girls went out into the corridor, where other children were already crowding, preparing to get off the train.
A commotion arose among the children on the platform. The train began to move behind them. Knocking and grinding, he rolled away from the station. Some kid started crying. One boy called his mother.
“Your mom isn’t here,” Steffi said. - She can't come. You will have another, just as kind.
- Mama! Mama! - the kid continued to shout.
A lady in a light suit took his hand.
“Come on,” she told the others. - Follow me.
Like ducklings one after another, the children followed her into the station building with a high vaulted glass ceiling. A man with a large camera approached them. A flash exploded in blinding lightning.
One of the kids screamed shrilly.
- Stop it! The lady in the suit exclaimed indignantly. - You scare children.
“This is my job, madam,” he said. “You take care of these little refugees. And I will take touching photos, and you will receive more money for your work.
The reporter took a few more pictures.
Steffi turned away. She didn't want to be a little refugee in a heartbreaking photograph in a newspaper. And she also didn’t want donations to be collected for her.
The lady took the children to the far end of the large waiting room. There, behind the fence, there was a whole crowd of adults. Another lady, older and wearing glasses, took a few steps towards the children.
“Welcome,” she said. - Welcome to Sweden. The Swedish Relief Committee is pleased to welcome you. Here you will be safe until you can return to your parents.
She also spoke German, but with a strange accent.
The first lady, the younger one, took out a list and began shouting out names.
- Ruth Bauman ... Stefan Fischer ... Eva Goldberg ...
At each name one of the children raised his hand and went out to the lady with a list. The lady checked what was written on the brown plaque that hung around the neck of each child. Then one of the adults separated from the crowd of waiting people, took the child by the hand and took him away with him. The smallest, those who could not answer when they were called, were taken directly from the places where they were sitting.
The names were in alphabetical order, and Steffi realized that it would take a long time before her and her sister would come. My stomach ached with hunger, and my whole body ached with the desire to stretch out on the bed. Since yesterday morning, their home has been a narrow train compartment. Miles of railroad track stretched like a ribbon back to Vienna, to mom and dad. Now this tape is torn. Now they are alone.
The number of children was slowly decreasing, the crowd of adults was also thinning.
Nellie snuggled up to her sister.
- When is it our turn, Steffi? Will no one take us away?
- They have not yet reached the letter "W", - explained Steffi, - we have to wait a little longer.
- I'm hungry, - whimpered Nellie, - I'm tired. And I want to eat.
- We have nothing, - said Steffi, - the sandwiches are long over. You will have to wait until we are called. Sit on your bag if you can't stand.
Nellie sat down on her little travel bag and rested her chin in her palms. Her long black pigtails almost touched the floor.
- Nelly, - said Steffi, - you will see, we will live in a real castle overlooking the sea.
"Will I have my own room there?" - asked Nellie.
“Yes,” my sister promised.
“I don’t want to,” said Nellie. - I want to live in the same room with you.
“Answer me,” she whispered to her sister. - It's you.
“Eleanor Steiner,” the lady with the list shouted again. - Come forward!
Maneuvering among the bags, Steffi dragged Nelly with her.
“We're here,” she said.
Sisters Steffi and Nelly have to flee to Sweden to escape the persecution of Jews in their native Austria. This means that girls will have to live here - at the end of the earth, in different families, and then in cities, hundreds of miles from their parents. It is not known how long this will last, and it seems that there are only sea and stones. There is no war, there is no persecution of Jews, but there are people who support fascism ... And Steffi and Nelli themselves remain ordinary girls, albeit in a foreign country.
Annika Thor's tetralogy is being republished in Russia in two volumes - two books in each volume. The first volume includes the books "An Island in the Sea" and "A Pond of White Lilies". The first part, "An Island in the Sea" was first published in Russian in 2006, immediately became a bestseller and won the All-Russian competition "Children's Reader's Jury".
Continuation of the story of Steffi and Nelly - in the second volume, "The depth of the sea. Open sea".
For middle and senior school age.
