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A Gift to Hofshteyn
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Aharon Kushnirov
Date:
1922
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Savitsky, the commander of the Sixth Division, rose when he saw me, and I was taken aback by the beauty of his gigantic body. He rose—his breeches purple, his crimson cap cocked to the side, his…
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Isaac Babel
Date:
1924
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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
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Day and night—
Shivering, we wait in bitter day
For moonlit night,
For the caressing moon.
Quivering, we wait in angry night—
For the sunlit day,
For the warming sun.
Day and night—
We must loom…
Contributor:
Leyb Kvitko
Date:
1923
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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
Date:
1923
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Older people still remember it. Younger people know about it from reading our classic writers of the older generation: how Jews once gave much thought to naming a child, long before it was born and…
Contributor:
Moyshe Altman
Date:
1968
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[ . . . ] And we get out of their way; we move in the opposite direction, toward where they’ve come from, toward Petroshi.
And you see, they do not forbid it. And it may be that in Petroshi, where…
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Itsik Kipnis
Date:
1926
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On Russian fields, in the twilights of winter!
Where can one be lonelier, Where can one be lonelier?
The doddering horse, the squeaking sleigh,
the path under snow—that is my way.
Below, in a…
Contributor:
Dovid Hofshteyn
Date:
ca. 1919
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We’re laughing our heads off:
None of us wears a top-hat
We just go around with heads—or without heads—
But the Rabbi of Uman
Holds up a mirror to the sun.
We laugh our heads off
When a gang comes…
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Leyb Kvitko
Date:
1923
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This is a night of vigil for me,
in the shudder of my soul
I shall conceal
the secret of my youth.
I shall stand on guard:
No sleep nor slumber!
And in just one moment
the veil was taken away.
A…
Contributor:
Bat-Hamah
Date:
1954