19

In the middle of the night, Ella awoke with a start, frightened to death. Hailstones pounded on the shutters, threatening to smash them to pieces...

14m read Translated from Yiddish by Ellen Cassedy

Every day I became more alert. The food was plentiful, the milk was fresh and tasty, and I gobbled...

9m read Translated from Hebrew by Jeffrey M. Green

Rosen blamed the keening of gulls, the gentle crash of surf on Positano's pebble beach, and the cries of the Italian children at play.

28m read

"Soul," said Lidochka, sixteen, frail body, a heavenly face of a little demon. "That's the most important sex organ!"

11m read Translated from Russian by Steven Volynets

Each morning in the spring of 1945, from the day the war ended and the trains began bringing them home, her father awakened in the empty house

29m read Translated from Hebrew by Charles S. Kamen

Mr. Kolansky had been in a Concentration Camp, but that meant little to the three boys who tormented him.

11m read

You were younger then than I am now. You sat on the board and gripped the metal chains. I stood behind you and pushed the swing.

54m read Translated from Hebrew by Judy Kupferman

I finally received permission to leave the kibbutz and travel to Be'er Yaakov. It took a while to find it on the sprawling map...

22m read

Like every year for more than twenty-five now – almost thirty, I quickly recalculate – we’ve come here to Lidia’s house to celebrate her birthday.

19m read Translated from Spanish by Andrea G. Labinger

When I had returned to New York after my father Paul's funeral, I already knew that something about his death and my presiding over his grave had changed everything.

31m read

It had always been Amy's story. As far back as she could remember, when she was six or seven or eight, her father, Hans, had told it to her when he tucked her in at night.

25m read

“‘Brainwash’ is a strong word, Rachel.” “How else do you explain it, Rabbi? He started the summer my sweet little boy. Now he’s like those crazy Black Hats..."

18m read

The worst part of dying, Hanna thought as she settled into the theater's cool darkness, was never again being able to watch a movie.

28m read

‘All there is between me and my husband is a coffee stain.’ Said Zahava after thirty-seven minutes of soul-searching as she lay on the couch

36m read Translated from Hebrew by Dalya Bilu

It happened on one of those Saturdays when we rose early, leaving the children to sleep in, and drove off to view houses.

48m read Translated from Hebrew by Joanna Chen

I was born Tamma Millerman. Tamma is a Hebrew name that means "without flaw". In 1935, I was almost ten years old.

23m read

Like her grandmother, Caren relies not only on words but both hands to talk. They move in windmill fashion to tamp the air.

11m read

Ten days after her husband's death Ilana went to bed with Mahmid. When her husband Nahum lay dying Ilana saw a documentary

32m read Translated from Hebrew by Dalya Bilu

At the end of the summer of 1970, three years after the Six-Day War, Rodolphe Immerman was nearing his twenty-fifth anniversary as a noted piano teacher in Paris.

45m read

My wife's people and mine came from a dozen different shtetls scattered across eastern Poland, White Russia and the western Ukraine.

16m read