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He dreamed that he was a woman, not just a woman but an old woman, not just an old woman but an infirm old Jewess in an absurd wig...
31m read Translated from Russian by Yisrael Elliot Cohen
Down at the desk, they can always see you coming. They can see the visitors and the patients and the Call-Lights that blink above every door.
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"My father never went back there," said Mrs. Dobrovsky bitterly. Outside the window of her room danced the boundless
8m read Translated from Yiddish by Vivian Felsen
The Shabbos dinner dishes had been cleared from the dining room table along with the candlesticks and replaced by a light
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All summer everyone talked about how Israeli agents had captured Adolf Eichmann in Buenos Aries.
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Every Thursday, Daniel walked the four blocks to Jacob's narrow townhouse, crossing the small square of lawn in two steps.
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