Voyage Pa: A Young Adult Novel Where Friendship and Love Flourish on the Journey to America - Softcover

Geras, Adele

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0152061002 ISBN 13: 9780152061005

Verlag: Harvest, 2007

Inhaltsangabe

At the dawn of the twentieth century, Mina, Daniel, Yasha, and Rachel are just a few of the many people leaving their countries for America. They have great hopes for their new lives, but before they can achieve their dreams, they must survive the long and difficult voyage across the sea.

As passengers in an overcrowded steerage compartment, they must endure hunger, thirst, and even brushes with death. And as they struggle to hold on to their hopes for a better future, they find that even under such harsh conditions, friendship and love can flourish.
Includes a reader's guide.

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Adèle Geras is the celebrated author of many books for all ages, including Troy and Ithaka. She lives in Cambridge, England.

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Chapter One
They had brought all their treasures with them: silver candlesticks, tablecloths embroidered in the yellow lamplight on long winter evenings, books bound in leather, jewelry if they had any, feather pillows, blankets, everything they could cram into their bundles and suitcases. Scuffed and battered and dirty, these were, and if they survived the voyage, some of them, it would be a miracle.
 
           Mina had brought paper, as much of it as she could fit into the baggage. It slipped in comfortably between sheets and clothes and along the sides of the case. Old school books of Eli’s, only partly used, scraps torn from the bottom of letters, calendars from long ago, anything. Anything that she could draw on. She was drawing now, leaning on the suitcase. The paper had creases across it from being folded and stuck inside her boot. It wasn’t very clean, either, but dirt was something Mina had quickly become used to on this journey, because it was everywhere and there was nothing you could do about it, although some tried.
 
           Mina sketched in Golda’s face, as she leaned over and spoke to Rachel. Thick hair the color of chestnuts curled from beneath a hat of shiny blue velveteen, and her gloves were still quite clean. She had pink cheeks, and shiny, pointed leather boots, only a little cracked. She sat on a cardboard suitcase, cradling a tiny baby in her arms, and leaning on a huge bundle of sheets and blankets as though it were a plump sofa strewn with satin cushions. Mina was almost tempted to draw in a table and an oil lamp at her side. Rachel sat very still, her arms around her knees. A scarf hid her fair hair. She was looking down. Mina imagined her standing in a wide field, green behind her as far as the eye could see, no trees, no wind, silence. What was she thinking? Maybe if Golda ever stopped talking (about her husband, mainly, waiting for her in America, and about how she would decorate this room and that room, and how, when she had the money one day, she would dress herself and the baby), Rachel would say something. Mina knew, from Rachel’s clear eyes, from the smile that seemed somehow just ready to be smiled, waiting in the upturned corners of her wide mouth, that what she said would be worth waiting for. Golda and Rachel were grown-up. Only three or four years older than me, thought Mina, and already women. Will I know so much when I am seventeen or eighteen, about dress lengths and fashions and furniture? Do I really want to? Mina drew in the baby’s tiny nose. How can a nose be so small, she wondered. And fingers moving like pink sea creatures. This pencil isn’t fine enough. She stopped drawing and listened. Golda said, “You must put all that behind you now. How can you live in the past? You’re only seventeen. It’s a hard thing to say, Rachel, but I have to say it. It was a tragedy, and God preserve us all from such things, but to hide behind it like a wall, never to look, or think of finding someone else, a fine girl like you. It’s a sin.”
 
           (What was a tragedy, Mina asked herself. No wonder Rachel was silent.)
 
           “I have to look after my father,” said Rachel calmly. “Without my mother, who has he got?” 
           Golda snorted. “He is, forgive me, a grown man. Perhaps he can look after himself a little, too. And grandchildren? Won’t he want grandchildren?”
 
           “I’m only seventeen,” Rachel said. “Nearly eighteen.”
 
           “Is seventeen so young? Look at me. Only nineteen, and I feel like an old woman sometimes, believe me. My baby is a month old already. Look at that girl over there. She can’t be any older than you, and her baby will probably be born on the ship, poor thing. That I don’t envy her, I can tell you, but still, there she is . . .” Rachel opened her mouth, but Golda did not pause for a moment. Mina stopped listening, and looked at the dazed, vacant eyes and huge, round stomach of the pregnant woman. She seemed to be traveling alone. Or maybe not. There was someone now, taking her arm, taking her to sit somewhere. An old man. The girl followed him as if in a dream, not smiling. Soon she was swallowed up in the crowd and Mina lost sight of her. She looked at the open door of the huge shed. Just above the dark triangular shapes of the roofs outside, you could see a small, pale gray rectangle of sky, the first light of a November morning. Voices made a river of sound: questions and cries and sighs and the thin whimpering of children who had not eaten but were too exhausted to shout swirled like water all around her.
 
           Her mother’s shrieks (had her heart been torn from her body, or what?) sliced through other noises like great, silver scissors, and Mina felt her body stiffen, as Hannah pushed through the crowd, and sank to her knees.
 
           “Mama, what is it? What’s the matter? Please, Mama, stop shrieking like that. Stop. It doesn’t help. Calm down. Tell me. Please tell me.”
 
           Hannah Isaacs put both hands over her trembling mouth. Strands of graying hair fell over her forehead. Her shawl had been dragged along the floor.
 
           “I can’t find Eli.”
 
           “Oh, Mama, how could you lose him now? Where did you see him last? We’re nearly ready to go, why didn’t you . . .” The words faded from Mina’s lips as she fought down her impatience. I mustn’t blame her, she thought, she’s upset. She’s tired. But it’s not fair. I have to do everything. I have to look after Eli the whole time, or this is what happens. I’m like the mother and she’s like the daughter, and it’s not fair. I’m only fourteen. Why should I have to worry all the time? And Eli . . . Where is he? Mina folded the paper and tucked it into her boot with the pencil.

“I’ll find him, Mama, don’t worry. Stay here. I’ll find him. Don’t move from here. I’ll come back.”
 
           “But if they call us? To check documents, or tickets, or money?”
            Mina shouted, “I don’t care if an archangel calls you to the Seat of Judgment, just don’t move from here! How do you expect me to find you again if you move around? Have you seen what’s going on here? Look at the people: shoved together like cows. Hundreds. Maybe more. Just don’t move. And don’t cry. I’ll find him. Really, Mama, I’ll find him. I’m going now.” Rachel put an arm round Hannah’s shoulders.
 
           “Don’t worry, Mina,” she said. “We’ll take care of her.”
 
           Mina nodded, and turned, and began to elbow her way through the mass of...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Harvest
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2007
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0152061002
• ISBN 13: 9780152061005
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Auflage: 1
• Anzahl der Seiten: 160
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