Lampa Aladdina
Abram Efros
1918
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His aged back bent under the burden of six decades, forever trying to crumple his weary countenance into furrows long since smoothed away, what possible kind of Aladdin is our old mutual acquaintance An-sky? And why do we of the Jewish artistic world, shallow-breathing folk who are permitted only just enough of our national reality to prevent us…
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