The Winter Horses

The Winter Horses

by Philip Kerr

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ISBN-13: 9780385755436
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 03/25/2014
Pages: 288
Sales rank: 676,530
Product dimensions: 5.60(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.20(d)
Lexile: 930L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Philip Kerr is the New York Times bestselling author of the WWII Bernie Gunther crime novels and the children's fantasy series Children of the Lamp.  He lives in England.

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It was during the summer of 1941 that, to a man, the management of the State Steppe Nature Reserve of the Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic ran away. Before he drove from the reserve in his shiny black limousine, Borys Demyanovich Krajnik, who was the senior manager, ordered Maxim Borisovich Melnik--who looked after all the animals on the nature reserve--to run away, too.

“The Germans are coming,” he’d told Max. “Their armies have attacked and invaded the Soviet Union without warning. They’ve already taken the great city of Kiev and they will be here soon. Perhaps as early as next week.”

Krajnik was emptying his desk and packing his bags while he was speaking to Maxim Borisovich Melnik and seemed to be preparing to leave.

“But I thought the Germans were our allies,” said Max, for much had changed in Ukraine since 1919.

“They were, that’s true. But now they’re not, see? That’s just politics. Doubtless they’re after the oil fields of the Crimea. For their war machine. Look, Maxim Borisovich, all you need to know now is that the Germans are fascists and when they get here, they will kill you. Of course, in time our own Red Army will defeat them, but until this happens, you should definitely leave the reserve.”

“But where shall I go?” Max asked Krajnik.

“That’s your problem, Comrade. But my advice is to go east, toward our own forces. Go east as quickly as you can. However, before you can leave, there’s an important order I’m giving to you. Very important. It comes from the central committee.”

Max was astounded that the central committee of the Communist Party even knew he still existed, let alone that they had given him an important order. He couldn’t help smiling at the very idea of this.

“An order for me? What is it, Comrade?”

“The committee orders you to slaughter all of the animals on the reserve.”

“You’re joking, Borys Demyanovich. Or perhaps the committee is joking.”

“The central committee doesn’t make jokes, Maxim Borisovich.”

The smile disappeared from Max’s old bearded face as quickly as it had arrived. He rubbed his neck thoughtfully; it always seemed to hurt a little when the subject of killing an animal came up.

“Kill all our animals, you say?”

“All of them.”

“What--the zebras? The ostriches? The llamas?”

“Yes, Comrade.”

“Including the Przewalski’s horses?”

“Including the horses.”

“For goodness’ sake, why?”

“To stop them from falling into enemy hands, of course. There’s enough meat walking around this reserve to feed a small army. Deer, goats, bison, horses, chickens--they’re all to be shot. I’d help you myself but, er . . . I’ve some important orders of my own. I’m urgently required in Kharkov. So I have to leave today. Now. As soon as I’ve finished talking to you.”

“But I couldn’t kill our animals, Comrade,” said Max. “Some of them are very rare. So rare, their species might even become extinct. Not only that, but some of them are my friends.”

“Sentimental nonsense. We’re fighting a war, d’you understand? And our people are the ones who are facing extinction. The Germans mean to take our land and destroy all of us so that they can live on it. So, if I come back and find that you haven’t carried out my orders, I’ll call the secret police and have you shot. You’ve got a rifle. Now use it.”

“Very well,” said Max, although obviously he had no intention of killing any of the animals; besides, he rather doubted that Borys Demyanovich Krajnik was coming back anytime soon. “I don’t like it, but I’ll do as you say, Comrade.”

“I don’t like it any more than you, Maxim Borisovich, but this is a patriotic war we’re fighting. We’re fighting for our very survival. It’s the Germans or us. From what I hear, they’ve already done some terrible things in Poland. So you would do well to be afraid of them.”

And with those words, Krajnik drove away, as quickly as he could.

Max went outside the house and walked back to his simple cottage on the edge of the steppe.

The reserve of which he now had full charge was a hidden, enchanted place that consisted of a zoological park and an open territory of steppe covering more than three hundred square kilometers. A wild, desolate-looking region, it is mostly open grassland and largely treeless except for pockets of dense forest growing near rivers and lakes. The steppe is famous for being as bare as the palm of a man’s hand, where there abides but rain and cold in winter and baking sun in summer, but in truth, the weather is more unpredictable than that.

Max did not think he would miss Krajnik very much. One of the reasons the old man was so fond of the reserve was that people like Krajnik were seldom encountered: there were just six small villages in the reserve and the nearest city, Mykolaiv, was more than three hours’ drive away. Max thought that was just as well, since the whole idea of a nature reserve is to provide a sanctuary from men, where animals can exist without being put to work or hunted for food. In spite of what Krajnik had said about the Germans, the old man had high hopes of them being a real improvement on the Ukrainian Soviet government. And he did not think this hope was unreasonable.

For one thing, it was a German, not a Ukrainian or a Russian, who had loved animals enough to create the sanctuary at Askaniya-Nova. That same German--the baron Falz-Fein--had been the only man ever to show Max any real kindness. Everything he remembered about the Germans at Askaniya-Nova persuaded Max that if they did turn up and try to kill the animals, he could reason with them. After all, he could speak German, although it had been many years since he’d needed to. And so the first thing he did when Krajnik departed from Askaniya-Nova was not to shoot any of the animals but to return to his cottage and look for the German dictionary and grammar book that the baron had given him on his birthday more than forty years ago. And since he had only one small bookshelf with the Bible, a long poem called Eugene Onegin and The Game of Chess by Savielly Tartakower, Max quickly found these books and started to reacquaint himself with the complexities of the German language.

It was another two weeks before the German SS arrived in trucks and on motorbikes, and took over the main house. They seemed to be in a very good mood and behaved with courtesy when Max presented himself to some of the guards and asked to see the officer in charge. Despite the pirate skull and crossbones on their hats and helmets, they weren’t at all frightening to Max. They ushered him into the baron’s old study, where he snatched off his cap and introduced himself to a Captain Grenzmann. With his German improving all the time, Max explained that Askaniya-Nova was a nature reserve founded by a German baron, Friedrich Falz-Fein. The captain listened patiently and declared that he was fascinated with Maxim Borisovich’s story.

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Winter Horses 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Winter Horses by Philip Kerr is a MG historical novel full of intrigue, wonder and survival. Amazingly, two wild horses and a dog, each important to the story, carry their parts as if they were human characters. But none are as strong as Kalinka, the fourteen-year-old Jewish girl who survives the killing of her entire family in Russia during WWII by the Nazis, the brutal winter on the Ukrainian steppes and the bombs of her own Red Army. Kalinka strives to save the horses and they unite to save her. The underlying theme of surviving the Nazi’s attempt to eliminate a race is cleverly played out two-fold in this story. The fantasy element is understated and the only two weaknesses I found in the plot were that of the escapees’ footprints. The SS soldiers paid extreme attention to the beginning of the chase, mentioning the four sets of footprints, and then they noted three, when Kalinka mounted the female horse. But their observation skills were totally lacking when toward the end of the tracking they were completely fooled by following only one set of footprints. (Not likely) And the second plot hole concerned the horses, the girl and the dog covered in a silver paint so that the SS soldiers thought they were silver statues. That must have been a giant jar of paint, not to mention that Kalinka was able to wash it off with snow. (Again, not likely.) Despite these two situations, the writing is so well done it captures the reader’s attention from the first page and holds it to the last. With current events in Ukraine, this story will gain popularity because of the setting and I have recommended this story to several people. I received an ARC of this story from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im 12 years old and i loved this book! This is my first Phillp Kerr (sorry if i spelled it wrong) and i have a pretty good impression of him:) I think this is a great book for tweens or teens who are studying WWII as am i... and the best thimg is i couldnt set it down! Alot of imagination and hilarious events! But also unexpected twists and sad scenes. So get ready for a ride
alexab0629 More than 1 year ago
A lifelong horse lover(i'm 17 years old) and owner of 2 horses, you can imagine that i've read my fair share of novels about horses. After catching my eye at my local library, I checked the book out and began reading it. This book has literally become my favorite novel. For those who don't know, Przewalski's horses are the only truly wild horses left here on the planet. They have never been domesticated, because their temperament simply will not allow it. Before reading this novel, I had heard about the Przewalski's horse, but didn't know much information about them. I fell in love with the breed and the way that the character, Kalinka, is able to connect with these horses in a way that they save her life is just remarkable to me, even though it is a work of fiction. Every description of the horses and their actions made me want to drive to the barn where I board my horses and snuggle up with them and thank them for the many ways that they have saved me. Phillip's way of writing drew me in and combined my love of history, horses, and all animals in general in a way that physically did not allow me to put the book down. I highly recommend the novel!!
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Seaquine More than 1 year ago
I should've read the reviews before reading the book. It appeared in my "Historical Fiction" search & being a horse person for many years, I looked forward to learning how these equines shaped our history. From a teenage standpoint, I think this would be a nice, uplifting read, away from the many culture shocks of the day. Would recommend for 16 and under.
Patarma6 More than 1 year ago
Well drawn characters add substance to a very nice legend. Additionally, a little knowledge about the horses is presented that is probably overlooked in the flood information of our age.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book a real page turner