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They would run into each other twice a day: early in the morning, going to work; and in the evening, coming back. They would see one another on the same sidewalk, but they were headed in opposite…
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Hirsh Bloshtein
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Buenos Aires, Argentina
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ca. 1930
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For the first time they earned some money. They did not like their work; could they have liked it? But they did not dislike it a great deal either. They felt they were learning a lot from it. Year…
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Georges Perec
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Paris, France
Date:
1965
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With every stone that was set in the new barn, another drop of life seemed to ebb from the wife of the randar or tavern keeper. When she looked out at the building, she often said that she would not…
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Leopold Kompert
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Vienna, Austrian Empire
(Vienna, Austria)
Date:
1848
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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…
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Sholem Yankev Abramovitsh (Mendele Mokher Sforim)
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Berdichev, Russian Empire
(Berdychiv, Ukraine)
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1864–1865
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Murray:People fall into two distinct categories. Miss Markowitz; people who like delicatessen, and people who don’t like delicatessen. A man who is not touched by the earthy lyricism of hot…
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Herb Gardner
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1962
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It’s a great question this question of washing. One never can find anyone who can be satisfied with anybody else’s washing. I knew a man once who never as far as anyone could see ever did any washing…
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Gertrude Stein
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Paris, French Republic
(Paris, France)
Date:
1911
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So, Mr. Blum?
So, Mr. Blau?
What’s with you, Mr. Blum?
What should be with me, Mr. Blau?
How should I know what’s with you, Mr. Blum? I’m asking you. May I not ask? Why are you staring so?
I’m staring…
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Karel Polácek
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1926
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A foreign crawling black stain, that’s what he was—the kosher butcher—in the new, not yet completed, but sparkling white Jewish settlement. Leading up to the High Holidays, he chastised impiety at…
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David Bergelson
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1928
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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…
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Shmuel Godiner
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1928
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My grandfather stood six feet three in his worn-out bedroom slippers. He had a long grey beard with streaks of white running through it. When he prayed, his voice boomed like a choir as he turned the…
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Ted Allan
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1949