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David Petrovich Shterenberg
Date:
1926
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I never loved properly . . .
A little Judaic boy,
I was the only one around
To shiver in the steppe wind at night.
Like a sleepwalker, I walked along tram tracks
To silent summer cottages…
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Eduard Bagritsky
Date:
1934
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He and I rarely spoke of God. He didn’t want to listen to another one of my blasphemous speeches, and I knew it was like talking to a brick wall—you could never convince him of anything.
But once—by…
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Yuri Karabchievskii
Date:
1975
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There once arrived at our house a person completely unknown to us, an unmarried lady of about forty, in a little red hat and with a sharp chin and angry dark eyes. On the strength…
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Osip Mandelstam
Date:
1925
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In the year 1885—when I was nine years old—I started working. My first job was in a little candy factory, where a few girls worked. I used to work a lot: 14–15 hours per day. My pay was 25 kopecks per…
Contributor:
Khanke Kopeliovitch
Date:
1929