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At night once, I awoke in the dark, crowded, loudly snoring railroad car; instantly I saw him on the seat across from me and instantly I recognized him. There he sat, the old, familiar night-Jew, who…
Well, no sooner had I thought of my Hodl than she appeared by my side. She sat down next to me on the stoop, looked around, and said in a low voice, “Papa, are you listening? I have to tell you…
From the top of a spire’s tower
A ringing’s heard—once. Again.
In the chasms of night and land of snow
A little village sunken low.
Overnight, human isles of rest
Warmed by the straw.
Close with…
Despite all the great difficulties and obstacles, the school in Demievka soon attracted the attention of the Kiev Jewish public. The remote muddy little street in Demievka became a central location…
Humor—is a Jewish thing. What Jew doesn’t enjoy listening to a nice story, parable, or witticism? When is a Jew indisposed to joking around? Not due to great luxury, God forbid, but on the contrary…
Dedication to My Dearly Beloved Grandfather, Reb Mendalle Mocher SephorimTo my dear grandfather, greetings!Stempenyu, my first long novel, which I inscribe to you, is yours; not only because I have…