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Pisherl woke up. He was delighted when, on coming into the workroom, he discovered I was there. He ran up and embraced me as if we hadn’t seen each other in years…
Contributor:
Itzik Manger
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Paris, France
Date:
1939
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Adèle sometimes used to take me to church in Montrouge, where I made the same gestures as she did…gestures which didn’t seem to me to be very different from those required by pure politeness…the hand…
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Nathalie Sarraute
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1983
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Aunt Feiga is making jam today. She has to hurry. The raspberry season will soon be over. So Aunt Feiga is all in a swivet; she has bought a huge bowl of raspberries and fifteen pounds of sugar and is…
Contributor:
Zalman Shneour
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1929
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Every day at siesta time, when under the scorching heat of the sun the little town of Kenadza was breathing its last, Madame Karsenty would settle down on the sofa in the living room where her son…
Contributor:
Marlène Amar
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
2005
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My father and mother were left alone and sat down for a moment; then my father said: “Well, shall we go up to bed?”
“As you wish, dear, though I don’t feel in the least like sleeping. I don’t know why…
Contributor:
Marcel Proust
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1913