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[Gordon and Zhivago were on their way home in the evening. The sun was going down.] In one village [they passed through] they saw a young Cossack surrounded by a crowd…
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Boris Pasternak
Date:
1956
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Never, before the war, had Viktor thought about the fact that he was a Jew, that his mother was a Jew. Never had his mother spoken to him about it—neither during his childhood, nor during his years as…
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Vasily Grossman
Date:
1960
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[ . . . ] And we get out of their way; we move in the opposite direction, toward where they’ve come from, toward Petroshi.
And you see, they do not forbid it. And it may be that in Petroshi, where…
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Itsik Kipnis
Date:
1926
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Lasik’s downfall did not come because of his name. It was only because of that sigh. Perhaps it was not even the sigh, but rather the economic situation, or the hot weather, or perhaps even certain…
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Ilya Ehrenburg
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Paris, French Third Republic (Paris, France)
Date:
1928
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At the time Iván Mihalkó called on me after my adventure in the forest to say that his father wanted to see me, I was not yet acquainted with Peméte, and had never heard the name of the…
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Béla Illés
Date:
1933
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Vavilova’s face was dark and weather-beaten, and it was odd to see it blush.
“Why are you laughing?” she said finally. “It’s all so stupid.”
Kozyrev took the paper from the table, looked at it, and…
Contributor:
Vasily Grossman
Date:
1934
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for V. Kaverin [Veniamin Kaverin, born Zilber, Soviet writer]
Contributor:
Lev Lunts
Date:
1922
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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…
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Boris Yampolski
Date:
1940
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In every village in the region, in every farmhouse you’d meet them, the Boyars. The first Boyar, family legend had it, had settled in the Polesian forests many generations ago. His name had been Ezra…
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Eli Shechtman
Date:
1965
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It was close to Passover. In the house, Passover was already present. But Father was not in a holiday mood. He looked at nobody and even his appearance changed. A yellow cast covered his face.
He had…
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Yosef Rabin
Date:
1945