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The bird cawed hoarsely and with a flap of its bedraggled wings—feathers tufted this way and that—rose heavily to the top of the open kitchen door, where it perched staring down.
“Gevalt, a pogrom!”
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Contributor:
Bernard Malamud
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1963