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Always, by the time the humid, breathless, summer night lifted its veil and a quiet, rosy dawn emerged, when some glimmers of soft, opaque light began to filter through the dried muddy, dusty window…
Contributor:
Dovid Mitzmacher
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Date:
1926
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The question arises: How did my mother, who, with her first husband, the feldsher, resided in spacious rooms, with brass handles on the doors, come to be with Father, a village Jew who…
Contributor:
Yehoshua Perle
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Warsaw, Second Polish Republic
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1935