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When Berdichev, that famous commercial city, began, in the last few years, to fall from its high estate and the number of newly impoverished but respectable inhabitants kept increasing, I started to…
The wooden synagogue in Chodorów, near Lvov, Poland (now Khodoriv, near Lviv, Ukraine), built in 1652, was destroyed by the Nazis. The austere outside—shown here in an early twentieth-century, black…
Lo! I, the insignificant Joshua Falk, son of my Master, my father, the honorable R. Alexander ha-Kohen of blessed memory, was once young and am now aged (Psalms 37:25), and all my life I grew up among…
My beloved wife Esther Sheindel, may you live long, since we, on account of our affection, once made a pact, as it were, that if one of us dies, the other should implore God’s mercy for the other to…
Before we write the answers to the wise man’s questions we will cite the questions he posed in his writings, so that the answers can be positioned opposite the…
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
Nuska Shkolnik, who had come on a four-day leave, cried those four straight. He’d been a whiner since childhood, and Lyovka never did manage to knock that vice out of him. All anyone had to do was…
I doubt if the Dreyfus case made such a stir anywhere as it did in Kasrilevka.
Paris, they say, seethed like a boiling vat. The papers carried streamers, generals shot themselves, and small boys ran…
Laugh, laugh at all the dreams
I, the dreamer, declare them too.
Laugh that I have faith in mankind
And I still believe in you.
For my soul still yearns for freedom
I have not sold it for a calf of…
Take me in under your wing
and be unto me mother and sister
and let your breast be my head’s rest,
home of my lonely prayers.
At the hour of mercy, at sunset,
list and I’ll reveal my sorrow’s root…