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During the nineteenth century the lives of Jews in Russia underwent enormous changes. In pre-reform times most Jews lived in villages and small towns. Most were engaged in trade and…
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Naum Abramovich Bukhbinder
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1931
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Vilna ghetto partisan leader Abba Kovner publicly predicted the Final Solution weeks before the Wannsee conference finalized the Nazis’ plans to systematically murder millions of Jews.
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Abba Kovner
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1942
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Russia! If my faith in you were any less great
I might have said something different.
I might have complained: You have led us astray,
And seduced us young wandering gypsies.
Precious to us is each…
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Shmuel Halkin
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1923
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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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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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Young Man:
Tell us, Bar Kochba, the words to use
When we return to our homes
And tell of meeting you.
Bar Kochba:
For taking of the people’s land,
For stealing of the people’s wealth,…
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Shmuel Halkin
Date:
1939
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Friends of my age,
My happy generation,
We strode, pained-pleased,
Through the wreckage of whole worlds.
Before the living and the dead
fell on our portion
Inherited old skins
of ourselves—and…
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Aharon Kushnirov
Date:
1931
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On the eve of the Sabbath I am always tormented by the dense sorrow of memory. In the past on these evenings, my grandfather’s yellow beard caressed the volumes of Ibn Ezra. My old grandmother, in her…
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Isaac Babel
Date:
1924
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Do you remember Zhitomir, Vasily? Do you remember the River Teterev, Vasily, and that night in which the Sabbath, the young Sabbath, crept along the sunset crushing the stars with the heel of her red…
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Isaac Babel
Date:
1924