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arn-volf—parnes khoydesh (chairman of the kahal, the community council)
beyle—his wife
stere—his daughter
rabbi
first and second Dayen (judges of the bes…
Contributor:
Moyshe Kulbak
Date:
1936
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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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On Russian fields, in the twilights of winter!
Where can one be lonelier, Where can one be lonelier?
The doddering horse, the squeaking sleigh,
the path under snow—that is my way.
Below, in a…
Contributor:
Dovid Hofshteyn
Date:
ca. 1919
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for V. Kaverin [Veniamin Kaverin, born Zilber, Soviet writer]
Contributor:
Lev Lunts
Date:
1922
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We’re laughing our heads off:
None of us wears a top-hat
We just go around with heads—or without heads—
But the Rabbi of Uman
Holds up a mirror to the sun.
We laugh our heads off
When a gang comes…
Contributor:
Leyb Kvitko
Date:
1923
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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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Stalinstan,
Stalinstan,
Who is present and on hand
From the Party,
From the Union?
Who was on his way
Somewhere else today,
When a chain of men caught him
And then brought him
To…
Contributor:
Izi Charik
Date:
1934
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Today, the world was unfurled once more and renewed.
The teeming earth, the whispering green, the swelling bud.
Everything shook, as the tense body of a virgin
Becoming a joyful wife might be shaken…
Contributor:
Moyshe Kulbak
Date:
1929
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Friends of my age,
My happy generation,
We strode, pained-pleased,
Through the wreckage of whole worlds.
Before the living and the dead
fell on our portion
Inherited old skins
of ourselves—and…
Contributor:
Aharon Kushnirov
Date:
1931
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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