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Stones are stones.
Why did you say stones?
Why did you throw stones?
Why are you standing here, child?
What’s got into you to throw stones at soldiers?
Why aren’t you afraid?
Why aren’t you worried…
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Dahlia Ravikovitch
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Tel Aviv, Israel
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1992
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Considering the sociopolitical context in Israel […], it is clear to all that the idea of creating Arab-Jewish coeducation is a daring enterprise. The Center for Bilingual Education in Israel (CBE)…
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Zvi Bekerman, Gabriel Horenczyk
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Jerusalem, Israel
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2004
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Simḥa Ben-Tsiyon
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1911
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Zelig Melamed
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1914
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I have a story here to tell
To all my children—you as well.
Hush, dear friends, be very still—
Hear my story, if you will.
There’s a land that’s quite remote,
Beyond the reach of train or boat;
Even…
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Mani Leib, El Lissitzky
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1918
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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…
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Marcel Proust
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Paris, France
Date:
1913
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It did our hearts good to see Vaytshepl. It did Pinye too much good. “Why, it’s Berdichev!” he shouted. “Children, I swear, we’re not in London at all, we’re in Berdichev!” The next thing I know he’s…
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Sholem Aleichem
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New York City, United States of America (New York, United States of America)
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1916
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There was a boy, Raphael, and a girl, Judith. The latter gave promise of great beauty. Both received a careful education, in accordance with the requirements of the age, from a tutor, one Herr…
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Karl Emil Franzos
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Berlin, Germany
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1891
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A choked wail . . . Mama paces around the narrow room as though asking for something, her hands grasping her head and striking her heart, and with sobs caught in her throat, she calls out:“Woe unto me…
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Dvora Baron
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1911
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It was a bright and frosty winter night, moon and stars in the sky, snow, bedded snow, in the fields, and no sound from the paths, no horse and sleigh, no bell from the way, just field and peace…
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Der Nister
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1913