Oh Sabbath!
Dina Kalinovskaya
1980
You, my dear, will survive me and remember.
How could it be otherwise?
—From a letter
Old people? What can you write about old people?
They barely feel anything!
—From a conversation
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Creator Bio
  
  Dina Kalinovskaya
                
  1934–2008
  
Dina Kalinovskaya, born in Odessa, published a number of short stories in Russian literary journals as well as investigative journalism in Russian newspapers, and also wrote the script for Remember, the War Happened in 1941, with Vladimir Vysotsky. Oh, Sabbath! was first published in a Yiddish translation in the Moscow literary magazine Sovietish heymland and then in the Russian original (1980). During the last ten years of her life she lived a secluded existence.
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