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I have a friend, a teacher, with shaggy hair black as pitch.
He has a child (his wife is still a child too)
and when he comes home, difficult and gloomy,
she runs to meet him, like a quivering wave:…
Contributor:
Chaim Grade
Places:
Vilna, Republic of Lithuania (Vilnius, Lithuania)
Date:
1937
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My beloved son and daughter!
I am writing these lines, my dear children, in the vale of tears of…
Contributor:
Elhanan Elkes
Date:
1943
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Still, still, let us be still.
Graves grow here.
Planted by the enemy,
they blossom to the sky.
All the roads lead to Ponar,
and none returns.
Somewhere father disappeared,
disappeared with all our…
Contributor:
Shmerke Kaczerginski
Date:
1942