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When I was born, Robert G. Mehlman was at the peak of his glory. He was more than a major talent. But within five years there wasn’t much of that glory left, and my mother sometimes compared him to a…
Contributor:
Arnon Grunberg
Places:
London, United Kingdom
(New York, United States of America)
Date:
2000
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Mordecai walked home from the village on the path that bordered the forest. All the talk of the elders in the village chief’s house had intoxicated him more than the strongest whiskey. Under his…
Contributor:
Rokhl Korn
Places:
Przemysl, Second Polish Republic
(Przemysl, Poland)
Date:
1936
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As a symbol of the past—all sadness and humility—my mother’s face swims up and rises before my eyes. Her eyes two black abysses, anguish peering from them; her lips moist and rosy, a smile always…
Contributor:
Dvora Baron
Places:
(Russia, Russia)
Date:
1910