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Morning flew by in the usual way,
Up and down streets, it raced,
Unwinding the spring of an ongoing watch
That the night would wind up again.
A coat was fastened over the chest
With a clasp and a…
Contributor:
Elizaveta Polonskaya
Date:
1927
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A Jewish musiker,
Alex Herzovitch,
wound his Schubert around and around
like diamonds.
Morning to night, happy, oh happy,
he ground out that same old
sonata, ground it by rote, ground it
to a…
Contributor:
Osip Mandelstam
Date:
1931
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My steps are set down stiffly
on tired, empty paths.
This morning a little town of Jews
called me “Anti-Semite!”
All of them in wrinkles and in rags
out there pointing at me:
“Him! That guy! We…
Contributor:
Izi Charik
Date:
1925
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The death of an artist is never a random event, but a last act of creation that seems to illuminate the whole of his life under a powerful ray of light. [ . . . ] Why are people surprised when poets…
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Nadezhda Mandelstam
Date:
1970
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While he was on his journey, Elijah the Prophet revealed himself to him and said: “Because of the merit of your behavior a son will be born to you who will bring light to Israel…
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Unknown
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Almost before she was out of the cradle, Sonechka was a bookworm. As Efrem, elder brother and family satirist, never tired of repeating, “All that reading has given Sonechka a butt like a chair and a…
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Ludmila Ulitskaya
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Moscow, Russia
Date:
1992
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…They landed in Lod at night, on the eve of the Day of Judgment.
After lengthy procedures at the airport (a bureaucrat-girl with the same heavy accent, just as tired and pale, couldn’t understand, for…
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Dina Rubina
Date:
1996
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A moon full of shimmering honey,
Exuding joy.
What bird beats in my heart?
Fly away—away, but not alone.
What am I shy? What?
Thick empyrean wine.
I’ll take a wicker bottle,
To the cemetery alone…
Contributor:
Elena Shvarts
Date:
1980
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I have a story here to tell
To all my children—you as well.
Hush, dear friends, be very still—
Hear my story, if you will.
There’s a land that’s quite remote,
Beyond the reach of train or boat;
Even…
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Mani Leib, El Lissitzky
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(Russia, Russia)
Date:
1918
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This tale is very different from the other stories and more interesting. [ . . . ]
A melámmed was in his home, and he was so starved that his belly…
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A. Litvin, Sonya the Wise Woman (Sonya Naimark)
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1917