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Yetkhen:And how crude he was with me! He wants to arrange with Papa to marry me! How do you like that? I’d like to meet the man who’ll force me to marry someone! No! No father can do that—I have…
After Moshkele found his way to the Goyim’s Street, he began to be a regular and made the acquaintance of the shkotsim [“goyish” boys]. At first they mocked the little Yid who had wandered…
This watercolor sketch of uprooted Jews arriving in the Warsaw Ghetto was one of many artworks Rynecki made while incarcerated there. Before the war, many of his paintings documented the vibrancy of…
Always, by the time the humid, breathless, summer night lifted its veil and a quiet, rosy dawn emerged, when some glimmers of soft, opaque light began to filter through the dried muddy, dusty window…
The question arises: How did my mother, who, with her first husband, the feldsher, resided in spacious rooms, with brass handles on the doors, come to be with Father, a village Jew who…
Those who seized the youths to put them into the army in the city where I was born, desired to have, as a residence for themselves, a house adjacent to the one in which my father…
King Solomon, peace be upon him, says in…
Abraham Chajkes was famous throughout the town, nay, even throughout the entire district, as a decent, “solid,” wealthy merchant. [ . . . ]
He gave his growing children the best education according to…
The third whistle. Reb Zerakh Lilienthal clutched his beloved family to his heart, kissed them, and boarded the train. He did not have the strength to wish them well yet again. His throat was so tight…