Red Ribbon on a White Horse

Anzia Yezierska

1950

All Whom I Ever Loved

The sunset lit up the sky, splashing the drab tenements with gold, bringing memories of Sabbath candles and the smell of gefüllte fish. When I had lived on Hester Street, I would stop at the pushcart of Zalmon Shlomoh, the hunchbacked fish peddler, to buy his leftover fish for the Sabbath.

“How goes your luck today?” I used to…

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