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As for me, I was born in Tsviatshits and my name is Mendele the Book Peddler. Most of the year I’m on the road, travelling from one place to another, so people know me everywhere. I ride all over…
Contributor:
Sholem Yankev Abramovitsh (Mendele Mokher Sforim)
Places:
Berdichev, Russian Empire
(Berdychiv, Ukraine)
Date:
1864–1865
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For some the now is good enough—
and that is fine for them!
But what shall I do
when I always
see before me
phosphorescent questions flashing:
Where?
Where to?
I am ready tired
of hovering,
of…
Contributor:
Dovid Hofshteyn
Date:
ca. 1919
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Out of frayed sackcloth—breasts of filthy cataracts,
Like raw potatoes, branched with rooted blue veins.
What shall we trade? Salt? How much do you want?
There’s a dead child’s hat still here.
In…
Contributor:
Peretz Markish
Places:
Kyiv, Russian SFSR
(Kyiv, Ukraine)
Date:
1920
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The other day I met a Jew from Shklov on Arbat Street, directly opposite the entrance to the Vakhtangov Theater, and he told me about the moon he knew in Shklov, which urged him to Moscow. The Jew was…
Contributor:
Shmuel Godiner
Date:
1928
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Fishke started to narrate in his lisping, stammering way.
“You seem to know I married the blind orphan girl, and after the wedding we lived well, like a Jewish couple should. I think I kept my part of…
Contributor:
Sholem Yankev Abramovitsh (Mendele Mokher Sforim), Sholem Yankev Abramovitsh (Mendele Mokher Sforim)
Places:
Berdichev, Russian Empire
(Berdychiv, Ukraine)
Date:
1869
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Can you guess, children, which is the best of all holidays? Hannukah, of course.
You don’t go to cheder for eight days in a row, you eat pancakes every day, spin your dreidel to your heart’s content…
Contributor:
Sholem Aleichem
Places:
(Ukraine, Ukraine)
Date:
1900