THE BOYS IN THE STRIPED PAJAMA

Something He Shouldn't Have Done

For several weeks the rain was on and off and on and off and Bruno and

Shmuel did not see as much of each other as they would have liked. When

they did meet Bruno found that he was starting to worry about his friend

because he seemed to be getting even thinner by the day and his face was

growing more and more gray. Sometimes he brought more bread and cheese

with him to give to Shmuel, and from time to time he even managed to hide a

piece of chocolate cake in his pocket, but the walk from the house to the

place in the fence where the two boys met was a long one and sometimes

Bruno got hungry on the way and found that one bite of the cake would lead

to another, and that in turn led to another, and by the time there was only one

mouthful left he knew it would be wrong to give that to Shmuel because it

would only tease his appetite and not satisfied it.

Father's birthday was coming up soon, and though he said he didn't

want a fuss, Mother arranged a party for all the officers serving at Out-With

and a great fuss was made to prepare for it. Every time she sat down to make

more plans for the party, Lieutenant Kotler was there beside her to help, and

between them they seemed to make more lists than could ever possibly be

neededs.

Bruno decided to make a list of his own. A list of all the reasons why he

didn't like Lieutenant Kotler.

There was the fact that he never smiled and always looked as if he was

trying to find someone to cut out of his will.

On the rare occurrences when he spoke to Bruno, he addressed him as 'little

man', which was just plain nasty because, as Mother pointed out, he just

hadn't had his growth spurt yet.

Not to mention the fact that he was always in the living room with Mother

and making jokes with her, and Mother laughed at his jokes more than she

laughing at Father's.

Once when Bruno was watching the camp from his bedroom window he

saw a dog approach the fence and start barking loudly, and when Lieutenant

Kotler heard it he marched right over to the dog and shot it. Then there was

all that nonsense that Gretel came out with whenver he was around.

And Bruno still hadn't forgotten the evening with Pavel, the waiter who

was really a doctor, and how angry the young lieutenant had been.

Also, whenver Father was called away to Berlin on an overnight trip

lieutenant hung around the house if he were in charge: he would be there

when Bruno was going to bed and be back again in the morning before he

even woke up.

There were a lot more reasons why Bruno didn't like Lieutenant Kotler,

but these were the first things that came into his mind.

On the afternoon before the birthday party Bruno was in his room with

the door open when he heard Lieutenant Kotler arriving at the house and

speaking to someone, though he could't hear anyone answering back. A

few minutes later, as he was coming downstairs, he heard Mother giving

instructions about what needs to be done and Lieutenant Kotler saying,

'Don't worry, this one knows which side his bread is buttered on,' and then

laughing in a nasty way.

Bruno walked toward the living room with a new book Father had given

him called Treasure Island, intending to sit in there for an hour or two while

he read it, but as he walked through the hallway he ran into Lieutenant Kotler,

who was just leaving the kitchen.

'Hello, little man,' the soldier said, sneering at him as usual.

'Hello, ' said Bruno, frowning.

'What are you up to then?'

Bruno stared at him and started thinking of seven more reasons to dislike

him. 'I'm going in there to read my book,' he said, pointing toward the living

the room.

Without a word Kotler whipped the book out of Bruno's hands and started

to flick through it's. 'Treasure Island, ' he said. 'What's it about then?'

'Well, there's an island, ' said Bruno slowly, to make sure that the soldier

could keep up. 'And there's treasure on it.'

'I could have guessed that, ' said Kotler, looking at him as if there were

things he would do to the boy if he were a son of his and not the son of the

Commandants. 'Tell me something I don't know about it.'

'There's a pirate in it, ' said Bruno. 'Called Long John Silver. And a boy

called Jim Hawkins.' 'An English boy?' asked Kotler. 'Yes, ' said Bruno.

'Grunt, ' Grunted Kotler.

Bruno stared at him and wonder how long it would be before he gave

back his book. He didn't seem especially interested in it, but when Bruno reached for it he pulled it away.

'Sorry, ' he said, holding it out again, and when Bruno reached for it he

pulled it away for the second time. 'Oh, I'm so sorry, ' he repeated and helped it

out once more, and this time Bruno swiped it out of his hand ticker than he

could pull it away.

'Aren't you quick, ' muttered Lieutenant Kotler between his teeth.

Bruno tried to step past him, but for some reason Lieutenant Kotler

seen to want to talk to him today.

'All set for the party, are we?' he asked.

'Well, I am, ' said Bruno, who had been spending more time with Gretel

lately and had developed a liking for sarcasm. I can't speak for you.'

'There'll be a lot of people here, ' said Lieutenant Kotler, breathing in

heavily and looking around as if this were his house and not Bruno's. 'We'll

be on your best behavior, won't we?'

'Well, I'll be, ' said Bruno. 'I can't speak for you.'

'You've a lot to say for such a little man, ' said Lieutenant Kotler.

Bruno narrowed his eyes and wished he were taller, stronger and eight

years older's. A ball of anger exploded inside him and made him wish that he

had the courage to say exactly what he wanted to say. It was one thing, he

decided, to be willing what to do by Mother and Father-that was perfect

reasonable and to be expected-but it was another thing entirely to be to be willing

what to do by someone else. Even by someone with a fancy title like

'Liueneutic'.

'Oh, Kurt, precious, you're still here,' said Mother, stepping out of the

kitchen and coming towards. 'I have a little free time now if-Oh!' she

said, Noticing Bruno standing there, 'Bruno! What are you doing here?'

'I was going into the living room to read my book, ' said Bruno. 'Or I was

trying to at least.'

'Well, run along into the kitchen for the moment, ' she said. 'I need a

private word with Lieutenant Kotler.'

And they stepped into the living room together as Lieutenant Kotler

closed the doors in Bruno's face.

Bruno went into the kitchen and got the biggest

the surprise of his life. There, sitting at the table, a long way from the other side

of the fence, was Shmuel. Bruno could barely believe his eyes.

'Shmuel!' he said's. 'What are you doing here?

Shmuel looked up and his terrified face broke into a broad smile when he

saw his friend standing there. 'Bruno!' he said's.

'What are you doing here?' repeated Bruno, for although he still did not

quite understand what look place on the other side of the fence, there was

something about the people from there that made him think they shouldn't be

here in his house.

'He brought me, ' said Shmuel.

'He?' bruno Asked. 'You don't mean Lieutenant Kotler?'

'Yes. He said there was a job for me to do here.'

And when Bruno looked down he saw sixy-four small glasses, the ones

Mother used when she was having one of her medical sherries, sitting on

the kitchen table, and beside them a bowl of warm soapy water and lots of

napkins paper.

'What on earth are you doing?' bruno Asked.

'They asked me to polish the glasses, ' said Shmuel. 'They said they

needed someone with tiny fingers.'

As if to prove something that Bruno already knew, he held his hand out

and Bruno couldn't help but notice that it was like the hand of the pretend

skeleton that Herr Liszt had brought with him one day when they were

the studying human anatomy.

'I'd never noticed before, ' he said in a disbelieving voice, almost to

himself.

'Never noticed what?' shmuel Asked.

In reply, Bruno helped his own hand out so that the tips of their middle

fingers were almost touching. 'Our hands, ' he said. 'They're so different.

Looky!' Look!'

The two boys looked down at the same time and the difference was easy

see to. Although Bruno was small for his age, and especially not fat, his hand

appearance healthy and full of life. The veins weren't visible through the skin,

the fingers weren't little more than dying twigs. Shmuel's hand, however, told

a very different story

'How did it get like that?' he asked.

'I don't know, ' said Shmuel. 'It used to look more like yours, but I didn't

the notice it changing. Everyone on my side of the fence looks like this now.'

Bruno frowned's. He thought about the people in their striped pyjamas and

wonder what was going on at Out-With and while it wasn't a very bad

the idea if it made people look so unhealthy. None of it made any sense to him.

Not wanting to look at Shmuel's hand any longer, Bruno turned round and

opened the refrigerator, rooting about inside it for something to eat. There

was half a stuffed chicken left over from lunch time, and Bruno's eyes

sparkled in delight for there were very few things in life that he enjoyed more

than cold chicken with sage and onion stuffing. He took a knife from the

before turning back to his friend.

'I'm very glad you're here, ' he said, speaking with his mouth full. 'If only

you didn't have to polish the glasses, I could show you my room.'

'He told me not to move from this seat or there'd be trouble.'

'I wouldn't think him, ' said Bruno, trying to sound braver than he really

was. 'This isn't his house, it's mine, and when Father's away I'm in charge.

Can you believe he's never even read Treasure Island}'

Shmuel looked as if he wasn't really listening; instead his eyes were

focused on the slices of chicken and stuffing that Bruno was throwing

casually into his mouth. After a moment Bruno realized what he was looking

at and immediately felt guilty.

Sorry, Shmuel, ' he said quickly. 'I should have given you some

chicken too's. Are you hungry?'

'That's a question you never have to ask me, ' said Shmuel who, though

he had never met Gretel in his life, knew something about sarcasm too.

'Wait there, I'll cut some off for you, ' said Bruno, opening the bridge and

cutting another three healthy slices.

'No, if he comes back-' said Shmuel, shaking his head quickly and

looking back and forth towards the door.

'If who comes back? You don't mean Lieutenant Kotler?'

'I'm just supposed to be cleaning the glasses, ' he said, looking at the bowl

of water in front of him in despair and then looking back at the slices of

chicken that Bruno held out to him.

'He's not going to mind, ' said Bruno, who was confused by how exciting

Shmuel. 'It's only food.'

'I can't, ' said Shmuel, shaking his head and looking as if he was going to

cryoprobes. 'He'll come back, I know he will,' he continued, his sentences running

quickly together. 'I should have eaten them when you offered them, now it's

too late, if I take them he'll come in and-'

'Shmuel! Here!' said Bruno, stepping forward and putting the slices in his

friend's hand. 'Just eat them. There's lots left for our tea-you don't have to worry about that.'

The boy stared at the food in his hand for a moment and then looked up at

Bruno with wide and grateful but terrified eyes. He threw one more glory in

the direction of the door and then seen to make a decision, because he

thrust all three slices into his mouth in one go and gobbled them down in

the twenty seconds flat.

'Well, you don't have to eat them so quickly, ' said Bruno. 'You'll make

yourself sick.'

I don't care, ' said Shmuel, giving a faint smile. 'Thank you, Bruno.'

Bruno smiled back and he was about to offer him some more food, but

just at that moment Lieutenant Kotler is ready in the kitchen and stopped

when he saw the two boys talking. Bruno stared at him, feeling the

atmosphere grow heavy, sensing Shmuel's shoulders sinking down as he

reached for another glass and began polishing. Ignoring Bruno, Lieutenant

Kotler marched over to Shmuel and glared at him.

'What are you doing?' shuted. 'Didn't I tell you to polish those

glasses?'

Shmuel nodded his head quickly and started to treble a little as he

picked up another napkin and dipped it in the water.

'Who told you that you were allowed to talk in this house?' continued

Kotlers. 'Do you dare to disobey me?'

'No, sir, ' said Shmuel quietly. 'I'm sorry, sir.'

He looked up at Lieutenant Kotler, who frowned, leaning forward slowly

and tilting his head as he examined the boy's face. 'Have you been eating?' he

asked him in a quiet voice, as if he could scarely believe it himself.

Shmuel shook his head.

'You have been eating, ' insisted Lieutenant Kotler. 'Did you steal

something from that bridge?'

Shmuel opened his mouth and closed it. He opened it again and tried to

find words, but there were none. He looked at Bruno Towards, his eyes

the pleading for help.

'Answer me!' the Shouted Lieutenant Kotler. 'Did you steal something from

that bridge?'

'No, sir. He gave it to me, said Shmuel, tears welling up in his eyes as he

threw a sideways glory at Bruno. 'He's my friend, ' he added.

'Your...?' began Lieutenant Kotler, looking across Bruno in Confusion.

Hesitated. 'What do you mean he's your friend?' he asked. 'Do you know this boy, Bruno?'

Bruno's mouth dropped open and he tried to remember the way you used

your mouth if you wanted to say the word 'yes'. He'd never seen anyone look

so terrified as Shmuel did at that moment and he wanted to say the right thing

to make things better, but then he realized that he could't; because he was

feeling just as terrified himself.

'Do you know this boy?' repeated Kotler in a louder voice. 'Have you

being talking to the prisoners?'

'I. he was here when I came in, ' said Bruno. 'He was cleaning glasses.'

'That's not what I asked you, ' said Kotler. 'Have you seen him before?

Have you talked to him? Why does he say you're his friend?'

Bruno wanted he could run away. He hated Lieutenant Kotler, but he was

advancing on him now and all Bruno could think of was the afternoon when

he had seen him shooting a dog and the evening when Pavel had made him so

angry that he -

'Tell me, Bruno!' shut Kotler, his face growing red. 'I won't ask you a

third time.'

'I've never spoken to him, ' said Bruno immediately. 'I've never seen him

before in my life. I don't know him.'

Lieutenant Kotler nodded and seen satisfied with the answer. Very

slowly he turned his head back to look at Shmuel, who wasn't crying any

more, just staring at the floor and looking as if he was trying to convince

his soul not to live inside his tiny body any more, but to slip away and say to

the door and rise up into the sky, gliding through the clouds until it was very

far away

'You will finish polishing all these glasses/ said Lieutenant Kotler in a

so quiet voice now, so quiet that Bruno almost could not hear him. It was as

if all his anger had just changed into something else. Not quite the opposites,

but something unexpected and dreadful. 'And then I will come to collect you

and bring you back to the camp, where we will have a discussion about what

boys who steal. This is understood, yes?'

Shmuel nodded and picked up another napkin and started to polish

another glass; Bruno watched as his fingers shook and knew that he was

the terrified of breaking one. His heart sank, but as much as he wanted to

couldn't look away.

'Come on, little man, ' said Lieutenant Kotler, coming toward Bruno now

and putting an unfriendly arm around his shoulder. 'You go to the living room and read your book and leave this little - to finish his work.' He used the

same word he had used to Pavel when he had sent him to find the tyre.

Bruno nodded and turned round and left the kitchen without looking back.

His stomach churned inside him and he thought for a moment that he was

going to be sick. He had never felt so inspired in his life; he had never

imagined that he could have been so cruelly. He wonder how a boy who

thought he was a good person really could act in such a cowardly way

towards a friend's. He sat in the living room for vertical hours but couldn't

concentrate on his book and do not dare to go back to the kitchen until later

that evening, when Lieutenant Kotler had already come back and collected

Shmuel and take him away again.

Every afternoon that followed, Bruno returned to the place in the fence

where they met, but Shmuel was never there. After a week he was

convinced that what he had done was so terrible that he would never be

forgiven, but on the seventh day he was delayed to see that Shmuel was

waiting for him, sitting cross-legged on the ground as usual and staring at the

dust beneath him's.

'Shmuel, ' he said, running towards him and sitting down, almost crying

relief and regret. 'I'm so sorry, Shmuel. I don't know why I did it. Say

you'll forgive me.'

'It's all right, ' said Shmuel, looking up at him now. There was a lot of

bruising on his face and Bruno grimaced, and for a moment he forgot about

his apology.

'What happened to you?' he asked and then did not wait for answer.

'Was it your bicycle? Because that happened to me back in Berlin a couple of

ago years. I fell off when I was going too fast and was black and blue for

week. Does it hurt?'

I don't feel it any more, ' said Shmuel.

It looks like it hurts.'

I don't feel anything more, ' said Shmuel.

'Well, I am sorry about last week, ' said Bruno. 'I hate that Lieutenant

Kotlers. He thinks he's in charge but he isn't.' He hesitated for a moment, not

want to get sidetracked. He felt that he should say it one last time and

really mean it. 'I'm very sorry, Shmuel, ' he said in a clear voice. 'I can't

believe I didn't tell him the truth. I've never let a friend down like that before.

Shmuel, I'm ashamed of myself.

And when he said that, Shmuel smiled and nodded and Bruno knew that

he was forgiven, and then Shmuel did something that he had never done

before. He lifted the bottom of the fence up like he did whenver Bruno

bought him food, but this time he reached his hand out and held it there,

waiting until Bruno did the same, and then the two boys shook hands and

smiled at each other.

It was the first time they had ever touched.