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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.
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Walking with Ana from Slatinanu, where the Party organization had its headquarters, to Cuza-voda,1 we’d come home late, as late as possible.
18m read Translated from Romanian by Jean Harris
Abke the Chewer's troubles began when he tried to do a good deed. He got himself into trouble and was thrown into prison...
25m read Translated from Yiddish by Helen Chava Mintz
It was the twenty-fourth of December and it was snowing.
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Brenda's glad it's only Friday night, that she'll have more than a full day alone before her father comes over.
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She was certain that he would not be killed. Other wives at the children's school in the moshav were puzzled
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"Wait." He put out a hand to grab her wrist and pull her back to the bed with him but she easily eluded his grasp.
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“You look like you had a nice outing,” Maryann said, when I returned to the brick bosom of the Golda Meir House.
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The fig tree stood in the center of the courtyard. It was small but shapely, with a supple trunk covered in light brown bark.
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We were walking around the East End of London and we were worn out. By the sun, and by the sense of history
10m read Translated from Danish by the author
"Put that book down!" Mom is yelling from the kitchen, but the only sound I hear is a muffled shriek.
Yisgadal v'yiskadash, shmei raba. That's his cue. The Mourner's Kaddish. His signal to alert the other guards
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