The Man Who Spoke Snakish, by Andrus Kivirähk

Second paragraph of third chapter:

Ettepanek tundus ülimalt ohtlik, juba paljalt sellele mõtlemine pani südame taguma. Ega Pärtelgi kuigi vapper välja näinud, ta vahtis mulle otsa sellise ilmega, justkui ootaks, et ma pead raputaks ja keelduks – küllap oli tal oma sõnade pärast hirm. Mina ei raputanud pead, vaid ütlesin hoopis:
“Lähme siis.”
The suggestion seemed extremely dangerous; the very thought of it made my heart race. Nor did Pärtel look all that brave; he looked at me with an expression that expected me to shake my head and refuse; his words had indicated his dread. I didn’t shake my head; I just said: “Let’s go then.”

Someone recommended this to me on Facebook, but of course I cannot now find who it was. It's a great adult fairy-tale covering the shift from ancient paganism to early modernity in Estonia, through the life of Leemet, a child of the forest who speaks Snakish and thus can communicate with all animals, not only snakes. But the Christians come and succeed in imposing their lifestyle on most of the people of the forest and in killing many of the animals. Leemet loves and loses, and loves and loses, and the world is never going to be the same again. I really liked it. You can get it here.

Amused by the reviewer who bought this as a bedtime story for her young son. Erm, no.