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Page 367
It was in Kobrin that we watched the evacuation from the village of a Hebrew holy
man , a so - called " tsadik . ” Gronsky told us there were several such tsadiks in
western Russia and in Poland . They always lived in small villages . Hundreds of
...
It was in Kobrin that we watched the evacuation from the village of a Hebrew holy
man , a so - called " tsadik . ” Gronsky told us there were several such tsadiks in
western Russia and in Poland . They always lived in small villages . Hundreds of
...
Page 383
The outskirts of the village were right ahead of us . ... The wretched little village
looked like a spread out pile of manure . ... An army was on the march all around
it , temporarily dragging with it thousands of fugitives from villages along its
march ...
The outskirts of the village were right ahead of us . ... The wretched little village
looked like a spread out pile of manure . ... An army was on the march all around
it , temporarily dragging with it thousands of fugitives from villages along its
march ...
Page 391
We dug a deep grave on a little hillock beyond the village , next to an old willow
tree . You could see the willow from a long distance away . The orderlies made a
coffin out of old black boards . I took a simple silver ring from Lelya's finger and ...
We dug a deep grave on a little hillock beyond the village , next to an old willow
tree . You could see the willow from a long distance away . The orderlies made a
coffin out of old black boards . I took a simple silver ring from Lelya's finger and ...
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