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Contributor:
Solomon Yudovin
Date:
ca. 1918
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Gray as a dove, toward evening, my grandfather came from the pasture;
He made up his bed and said a prayer of confession,
Then inwardly bade his farewell to the world
And closed his eyes, utterly…
Contributor:
Moyshe Kulbak
Date:
1929
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I must revive the experiences of the revolutionary path traversed in order to share memories and knowledge with workers and the younger generation. They want and need to have an…
Contributor:
A. Beilin
Date:
1929
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From other friends—poets, creators,
who are dear to me always,
I step away today,
Feffer,
and turn to you!
The battles still rage
on our literary planet
but it’s time to consider
the creative…
Contributor:
Aharon Kushnirov
Date:
1930
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Yehudah Pen
Date:
1920–1929
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“No I say; enough is enough! On their behalf I prayed, for their benefit I cried my eyes out. Enough! I say, no! May I be struck dumb if I will say one more word, not even my name, Gnesye.” She had a…
Contributor:
Rokhl Brokhes
Date:
1922
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Someone in a tales is walking your rooftops.
Only he is stirring in the city by night.
He listens. Old gray veins quicken—sound
Through courtyard and synagogue like a hoarse, dusty heart.
You are a…
Contributor:
Moyshe Kulbak
Date:
1929
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Some decades ago Jewish badkhonim-actors [jesters] were still a very common phenomenon. Most of the time the badkhn was not only an entertainer improvising rhymes and funny sayings, but…
Contributor:
Dov Ber Slutsky
Date:
1936
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Our study examines the changes that took place in the size of the Jewish population of Belorussia over the last three decades, based on data provided by two censuses: the general…
Contributor:
Hillel Alexandrov
Date:
1928
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Who cares if eternity won’t know me,
if no one ever watches my footsteps—
but now, right now, when hearts are burning,
I come with fists in my song.
Of course I’d like to sing myself away,
to cry…
Contributor:
Izi Charik
Date:
1930