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The war went on and would not be stopped. On the contrary. It proved futile to hold it to any schedule or limit. At no prearranged time would the land be quiet, not at harvest time, not near winter…
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Chaim Hazaz
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Paris, French Third Republic
(Paris, France)
Date:
1924
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Arab Halva—moist, sticky, fibrous. The taste tears across my lips like a memory. Within me Jaffa stirs, wakens from sleep; eyes and faces of Jaffa.
I am there, it is afternoon, a city half-awake…
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Haim Gouri
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Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1971
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I was going to publish this novel under another name.
If I sought to hide its true father, it was not because I was ashamed of the son, but because books with my name on them…
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Ariel Dorfman
Date:
1981
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Citizen Voli Brener
A Moscow snowy morning, sun-streaked and dry. When it falls on a Sunday, the morning shines with a thousand Moscow sparkles—rejuvenating white lights that charm and shimmer, as if…
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David Bergelson
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1928
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Vavilova’s face was dark and weather-beaten, and it was odd to see it blush.
“Why are you laughing?” she said finally. “It’s all so stupid.”
Kozyrev took the paper from the table, looked at it, and…
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Vasily Grossman
Date:
1934
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Wherein I, Simon Sit in Judgment
On an afternoon in the month of Nisan, which is the sweetest time of the year, the bells were sounded; and I, Simon, the least, the most unworthy of all my…
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Howard Fast
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1948
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Ronnie:Everything has broken up around you and you can’t see it.
Sarah [shouting]:What, what, what, you mad boy? Explain what you mean.
Ronnie:What has happened to all the comrades, Sarah? I even…
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Arnold Wesker
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London, United Kingdom
Date:
1956
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Her Yoysef was hanging on the shaft of the well. His beard lay humbly on his breast. His fallen shoulders and feebly dangling hands expressed the most profound hopelessness. What can I do? A stone has…
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Rivke Rubin
Date:
1943
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Meylekh Snitkever takes the heavy shears and looks at them silently. He holds them in both hands as if to weigh them. Then he shifts his stare to me, the muscles moving in his jaws, which are covered…
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Yekhiel Falikman
Date:
1945
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One day Bereh turned up in the yard. An unseasonably warm glow coated the world, glazing the storm windows with an unexpected spring sheen. He walked slowly down the…
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Moyshe Kulbak
Places:
Minsk, Byelorussian SSR
(Minsk, Belarus)
Date:
1931