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At the time of the shortest, sleepy winter days, edged on both sides with the furry dusk of mornings and evenings, when the city reached out ever deeper into the labyrinth of winter nights, and was…
Contributor:
Bruno Schulz
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Drohobych, Second Polish Republic (Drohobych, Ukraine)
Date:
1934
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A Gift to Hofshteyn
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Aharon Kushnirov
Date:
1922
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Can you guess, children, which is the best of all holidays? Hannukah, of course.
You don’t go to cheder for eight days in a row, you eat pancakes every day, spin your dreidel to your heart’s content…
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Sholem Aleichem
Date:
1900
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His sorrowful expression broke her heart. She’d always believed that her father was strong and would do whatever was necessary to retain his dignity and his self-respect. And now for the first time…
Contributor:
David Bergelson
Places:
Kiev, Russian Empire (Kyiv, Ukraine)
Date:
1913
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I dragged my belongings over to Grandmother’s, my books, my music stand, and my violin. The table had already been set for me. Grandmother sat in the corner. I ate. We didn’t say a word. The door was…
Contributor:
Isaac Babel
Places:
Odessa, Russian Empire (Odesa, Ukraine)
Date:
1915
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Listen, Jewish children, and I will tell you a story about a penknife. It’s not a made-up story, but a true story that really happened to me. There was nothing on earth I yearned for as much as I…
Contributor:
Sholem Aleichem
Places:
Kiev, Russian Empire (Kyiv, Ukraine)
Date:
1887
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The other day I met a Jew from Shklov on Arbat Street, directly opposite the entrance to the Vakhtangov Theater, and he told me about the moon he knew in Shklov, which urged him to Moscow. The Jew was…
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Shmuel Godiner
Date:
1928
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Well, no sooner had I thought of my Hodl than she appeared by my side. She sat down next to me on the stoop, looked around, and said in a low voice, “Papa, are you listening? I have to tell you…
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Sholem Aleichem
Places:
Odessa, Russian Empire (Odesa, Ukraine)
Date:
1904–1905
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From the top of a spire’s tower
A ringing’s heard—once. Again.
In the chasms of night and land of snow
A little village sunken low.
Overnight, human isles of rest
Warmed by the straw.
Close with…
Contributor:
Dovid Hofshteyn
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Russian Empire (Ukraine, Ukraine)
Date:
1912
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You, my dear, will survive me and remember.
How could it be otherwise?
—From a letter
Old people? What can you write about old people?
They barely feel anything!
—From a conversation
Contributor:
Dina Kalinovskaya
Date:
1980