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for V. Kaverin [Veniamin Kaverin, born Zilber, Soviet writer]
Contributor:
Lev Lunts
Date:
1922
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Lasik’s downfall did not come because of his name. It was only because of that sigh. Perhaps it was not even the sigh, but rather the economic situation, or the hot weather, or perhaps even certain…
Contributor:
Ilya Ehrenburg
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Moscow, USSR
(Moscow, Russia)
Paris, French Third Republic
(Paris, France)
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1928
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At the time Iván Mihalkó called on me after my adventure in the forest to say that his father wanted to see me, I was not yet acquainted with Peméte, and had never heard the name of the…
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Béla Illés
Date:
1933
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Vavilova’s face was dark and weather-beaten, and it was odd to see it blush.
“Why are you laughing?” she said finally. “It’s all so stupid.”
Kozyrev took the paper from the table, looked at it, and…
Contributor:
Vasily Grossman
Date:
1934
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Young Man:
Tell us, Bar Kochba, the words to use
When we return to our homes
And tell of meeting you.
Bar Kochba:
For taking of the people’s land,
For stealing of the people’s wealth,…
Contributor:
Shmuel Halkin
Date:
1939
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In the year 1885—when I was nine years old—I started working. My first job was in a little candy factory, where a few girls worked. I used to work a lot: 14–15 hours per day. My pay was 25 kopecks per…
Contributor:
Khanke Kopeliovitch
Date:
1929
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Osher Margolis was one of a handful of Soviet professional historians of Jewry. Like the others, he brought a Marxist perspective to his work. The work below, though focused on the nineteenth…
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Osher Margolis
Date:
1930
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Year after year, that cruel monster in the heart
growing, sense of guardedness expanding.
Year after year—generations’ blessing
gouged like a needle into the body.
I have wrenched it with irons…
Contributor:
Shmuel Halkin
Date:
1927
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The small town resounded with whistling and shouting. The smell of stewing, the smell of frying, the smell of boiling.
Mr. Dykhes had sold all his defective soap to the army.
Mus…
Contributor:
Boris Yampolski
Date:
1940
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It was close to Passover. In the house, Passover was already present. But Father was not in a holiday mood. He looked at nobody and even his appearance changed. A yellow cast covered his face.
He had…
Contributor:
Yosef Rabin
Date:
1945