About the book: 1915 / -- Sharpen knives, but-o-reapers! A sonorous child's voice rang in the morning air, as if singing along with the bass bells of churches calling for Matins. - Bri-and-you rule! The boy, completely frail, struggled to carry the heavy machine. Raising his pretty face, he looked out with his lively eyes for the upper floors of the houses: would someone call from the dark windows? The bells sounded: “Don-dlin-dlon...” And he loudly sang along with them; - To-chi-i-it! Someone's menacing hand pulled back the window curtain on the lower floor, and a sleepy face appeared in the window, showing a fist capable of crushing an ox..