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Almost before she was out of the cradle, Sonechka was a bookworm. As Efrem, elder brother and family satirist, never tired of repeating, “All that reading has given Sonechka a butt like a chair and a…
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Ludmila Ulitskaya
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Moscow, Russia
Date:
1992
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…They landed in Lod at night, on the eve of the Day of Judgment.
After lengthy procedures at the airport (a bureaucrat-girl with the same heavy accent, just as tired and pale, couldn’t understand, for…
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Dina Rubina
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1996
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This tale is very different from the other stories and more interesting. [ . . . ]
A melámmed was in his home, and he was so starved that his belly…
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A. Litvin, Sonya the Wise Woman (Sonya Naimark)
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1917
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for V. Kaverin [Veniamin Kaverin, born Zilber, Soviet writer]
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Lev Lunts
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1922
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Lasik’s downfall did not come because of his name. It was only because of that sigh. Perhaps it was not even the sigh, but rather the economic situation, or the hot weather, or perhaps even certain…
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Ilya Ehrenburg
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Moscow, USSR
(Moscow, Russia)
Paris, French Third Republic
(Paris, France)
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1928
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At the time Iván Mihalkó called on me after my adventure in the forest to say that his father wanted to see me, I was not yet acquainted with Peméte, and had never heard the name of the…
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Béla Illés
Date:
1933
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Vavilova’s face was dark and weather-beaten, and it was odd to see it blush.
“Why are you laughing?” she said finally. “It’s all so stupid.”
Kozyrev took the paper from the table, looked at it, and…
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Vasily Grossman
Date:
1934
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The small town resounded with whistling and shouting. The smell of stewing, the smell of frying, the smell of boiling.
Mr. Dykhes had sold all his defective soap to the army.
Mus…
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Boris Yampolski
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1940
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It was close to Passover. In the house, Passover was already present. But Father was not in a holiday mood. He looked at nobody and even his appearance changed. A yellow cast covered his face.
He had…
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Yosef Rabin
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1945
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In every village in the region, in every farmhouse you’d meet them, the Boyars. The first Boyar, family legend had it, had settled in the Polesian forests many generations ago. His name had been Ezra…
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Eli Shechtman
Date:
1965