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The train pulls up to the platform, steaming and boiling like a samovar.
Lazar is standing on the platform—short, glowing, joyful—waving his dirty handkerchief at the cars.
The train is on its way to…
Contributor:
David Khait
Date:
1928
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This morning I was in the children’s nursery. Women who work leave their children from 7 to 6. There are 150 children between the ages of three months and two years, [one…
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Zelig Kalmanovitch
Date:
1942
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Jews, in the past celebrated for the ability to understand all things, are now in danger of being unable to understand anything at all culturally, for they do not have self-awareness. Without such…
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Aleksander Voronel
Date:
1972
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In solitary confinement it was forbidden to bathe, but when I got to my cell I washed my hands, face, and upper body well and lay down to sleep. This time I slept for about an hour and a half. At six…
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Zvi Preygerzon
Date:
1960
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Older people still remember it. Younger people know about it from reading our classic writers of the older generation: how Jews once gave much thought to naming a child, long before it was born and…
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Moyshe Altman
Date:
1968
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Had I fastened
The cradle on a rafter,
And rocked it—and rocked it.
My little son, my Yankl.
But the house has vanished
Into a fiery dome,
How then can I rock
My little son, my own?
Had I…
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Shike Driz
Date:
1953
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The months of which I am about to write are probably amongst the most painful in my whole life; I interrupted my work on the book for a long time trying to summon up the courage to embark on this…
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Ilya Ehrenburg
Date:
1966
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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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for V. Kaverin [Veniamin Kaverin, born Zilber, Soviet writer]
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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.
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Contributor:
Boris Yampolski
Date:
1940