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It was the end of summer, 1916. In the Ukranian town of B., far from the battlefields, people had grown as accustomed to war as dogs to iron chains;

16m read Translated from Yiddish by Frieda Johles Forman

So in the end, everyone gave in and Pnina would stand under the chuppah with the gornisht. The ceremony would take place at the community hall on Rothschild Boulevard...

17m read Translated from Hebrew by Sondra Silverston

He bent over the grapevines. If, from the far end of the garden he heard the small gate creak on its hinges, he didn’t move. Like an animal frozen where it stands in the hope no one will see...

51m read Translated from Hebrew by Sondra Silverston

By the time Leona took a seat at the back of the cavernous, cathedral-ceilinged sanctuary, it had been the subject of congregational conflict for a number of years.

31m read

"C'mon in," I say. "Thank you for coming. I'm Sol Gedenkenman. That's right, the one who called the funeral home. Yes, that's right, he was my uncle."

31m read

A throaty bell splits the silence. Karin scrambles to pick up. Shalom. This is Netta from the Society for the Protection of Foreign Workers. I was wondering...

26m read

I wanted to take Terry Sue’s picture because the mirror in her bedroom was lying to her. Before we went outside, I reread the instructions that came with my Brownie Hawkeye...

18m read

Laurita’s head throbs as she stands there for a moment, pausing but about to leave, with her hand on the doorknob, as she tries to understand...

17m read Translated from Spanish by Andrea G. Labinger

“What a pleasant surprise!” Ditsa and Yoss exclaim when they open the door and engulf Yona with hugs and kisses before she has time to decide whether this is just a routine welcome...

40m read Translated from Hebrew by the Author

Luiz bowed. "A final token of my esteem, Don Alfred." Alfred couldn’t help chuckling as he accepted the cigar. In truth, he rather enjoyed being the object of such a gesture...

13m read

On a warm July night in 1946, a train rolled through the countryside destined for Czestochowa, holy city of the Black Madonna...

25m read

On Sokka Hill, rising up from Ha Ela Valley, daisies and lupines make spectacles of themselves. Never has there been a brighter yellow...

17m read

I cannot recite the street names of Tel Aviv by heart because I have not lived there. And when Amnon stuck his head out the window to ask me to run to the makolet for a lemon...

15m read

Faith was too late getting down the stairs. By the time she made it into the living room it was over. She could only look from her son to her husband. Shock parachuted into the room like an invisible enemy.

7m read