The Haunted Tailor

He then returned to his city, filled with bitterness, humiliated, oppressed, and weak. He found his wife Ḥaya—who had been a picture of robust health and womanly valor when he had set out on his…

It happened on a Saturday night at the end of summer. Reuven and his household were sitting at twilight and enjoying their heifer. His youngest were patting her, the older were praising her. The…

I doubt if the Dreyfus case made such a stir anywhere as it did in Kasrilevka. Paris, they say, seethed like a boiling vat. The papers carried streamers, generals shot themselves, and small boys ran…

After Moshkele found his way to the Goyim’s Street, he began to be a regular and made the acquaintance of the shkotsim [“goyish” boys]. At first they mocked the little Yid who had wandered…

He strolled along the bank of the Vistula, thinking, “Today she will come.” And so thinking, he saw it all in the most vivid colors: He is sitting on the bed in his room, in the darkness, waiting…

Well, no sooner had I thought of my Hodl than she appeared by my side. She sat down next to me on the stoop, looked around, and said in a low voice, “Papa, are you listening? I have to tell you…