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Gevalt! Who’d have believed that just as we left home after so much work, especially on the territorial heights, and even after we plunged into the depths of detail and gathered more supplies...

34m read Translated from Hebrew by Stephen Katz

He isn’t anyone you’d invite to your home for a pleasant chat or to enjoy time spent in his company. Or anyone – God forbid – you’d like to have in the family.

15m read Translated from Spanish by Andrea G. Labinger

In 1968, I was seventeen, and in my first year of medical school in São Paulo. Rosh Hashana fell on a Monday and Tuesday that year.

14m read

As the only one of the three Tischler brothers still in Kansas City, Martin naturally saw much more of their mother than Lewis or Jack did...

54m read

Whenever the wind blows—and it usually does—it sounds like ping-pong. The thin, hollow plastic ball hitting the green varnished hardboard table...

14m read Translated from Hebrew by Jessica Cohen

I had come to join someone. Not a man. It's always a man that one goes off to join. For whom one leaves one's parents and friends. But I had come to join my child.

10m read Translated from French by Talya Halkin

So I’m just coming out of Shoshanna’s kitchen with a platter of roasted chicken, when all of a sudden—like out of nowhere—Yitzhak appears.

25m read

An ancient Czech legend recounts that in the time of King Ladislaus II, in the Golden City of Prague, near the Royal Palace, hard by the Powder Tower, there lived the royal weaver Kokot with his wife and children.

23m read Translated from Hebrew by the author with Gabriel Levin

So one day, a day pretty much like any other day I am admiring the beauty of creation from afar when I get this summons from The Lord Himself.

23m read

Communist water is brown. That’s what Bobby discovered when he tried to run a bath for Juliet that night at the hotel.

32m read

Ever since Opa came to live with us his room has been out of bounds. I am afraid of him and avoid being in his presence by myself at all costs.

24m read Translated from Hebrew by Binyamin Shalom

I met Nigel when I lived in Poland. For a brief time, both he and I were in the Salon, a small group of artsy types who met every other Saturday to share our work.

20m read

Rabbi Gordon Kleinwasser—fifty-one, unhappily married, and unsure of God’s existence—stroked his graying goatee and waited for the storm to erupt as Mrs. Myra Enfeld strode into his office and sat down in front of his desk.

15m read

Joel was killed on October 30, a hazy cloudy day, and he, Elhanan, moved in with Yael, a little more than a year later, about the middle of November...

17m read Translated from Hebrew by Barbara Harshav

As he cleared the coffee cups and breakfast dishes from the kitchen table, Ezra Kaufmann saw his wife, Rachel, getting ready to go off to her job as a middle school teacher...

28m read

As usual Jacob arrived early. He had driven around the entire Disabilities Center, fifty flat acres dotted with wilted saplings and dull buildings.

10m read