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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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Take me in under your wing
and be unto me mother and sister
and let your breast be my head’s rest,
home of my lonely prayers.
At the hour of mercy, at sunset,
list and I’ll reveal my sorrow’s root…
Contributor:
Chaim Nahman Bialik
Places:
Odessa, Russian Empire (Odesa, Ukraine)
Date:
1906