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One day, shortly before the New Year, Leibel overheard the following conversation between his father and his mother.
He: "Though the world turn upside down, I must have a citron this year!"
She: "The world will not turn upside down, and you will have no citron."
He: "That's what you say. But supposing I have already been promised something towards a citron?"
— May 23, 2020 11:59AM
He: "Though the world turn upside down, I must have a citron this year!"
She: "The world will not turn upside down, and you will have no citron."
He: "That's what you say. But supposing I have already been promised something towards a citron?"
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"Neither can floods drown it.”
— May 24, 2020 05:11AM
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“Thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
"Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which come up from the washing: whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
"Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks.”
— May 24, 2020 05:07AM
"Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which come up from the washing: whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
"Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks.”
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I took my "Gemarra" under my arm, kissed the "Mezuzah," and went off to "Cheder" like one newly born, with a clean heart, and fresh, pious thoughts. The sun looked down, and greeted me with its warm rays. The little breeze stole in under one of my earlocks. The birds twittered—Tif—tif—tif—tif! I was lifted up. I was borne on the breeze. I wanted to run, jump, dance...
— May 24, 2020 04:53AM
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Do you know what "blind-man's-buff" is? Well, then I will tell you. You take a boy, bandage his eyes with a handkerchief, place him in the middle of the floor, and all the boys fly round him crying: "Blindman, blindman, catch me!"
Mottel and Esther also play at "blind-man's-buff" with us. They like the game because, when they are playing it, they can chase one another—she him, and he her.
— May 24, 2020 04:11AM
Mottel and Esther also play at "blind-man's-buff" with us. They like the game because, when they are playing it, they can chase one another—she him, and he her.
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“Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field."
Boys who sit so close together, though they shake and shout aloud, cannot help getting to know one another, or exchange a few words. And so it was..
"And Adam knew (here are buttons for you) Eve his wife. (Give me a locust-bean and I will give you a pull of my cigarette.)"
"And she conceived and bare Cain. (Who told you I have locust-beans?)”
— May 24, 2020 02:49AM
Boys who sit so close together, though they shake and shout aloud, cannot help getting to know one another, or exchange a few words. And so it was..
"And Adam knew (here are buttons for you) Eve his wife. (Give me a locust-bean and I will give you a pull of my cigarette.)"
"And she conceived and bare Cain. (Who told you I have locust-beans?)”
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There was heard a familiar cough, a familiar footfall.& our hearts were frozen.All our limbs were paralysed,deadened.We were reading aloud,but still our lips muttered: "Father in Heaven,will there never come an end to this tyrant,this Pharaoh,this Haman, this Gog-Magog?Or will there ever come a time when we shall be rid of this hard,hopeless,dark tyranny? No,never,never!"
— May 24, 2020 02:33AM
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To Boaz laughing is a danger to the soul. Boaz has never laughed as long as he is alive. And he hates to see any one else laughing. One might easily have promised the greatest reward to the person who could swear he once saw Boaz laughing. Boaz is not a man for laughter. His face is not made for it. If Boaz laughed, he would surely look more terrible than another man crying. (There are such faces in the world.)
— May 24, 2020 02:11AM
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This went on until the Days of Mourning arrived—the time of the elections.& there began a struggle between the two factions trying to attract the most followers by every means in its power. One faction tried impassioned words, enflamed speeches; the other, soft words, roast ducks, dainties, and liberal promises. And just think who won? You will never guess.
— May 24, 2020 01:52AM
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The most foolish song has a lot of power in it. When the throat is singing the head is thinking. And it thinks so long until it arrives at a conclusion. Thoughts whirl and whirl and fret one so long, until something results. And when one's imagination is enkindled, a story is sure to grow out of it...
— May 24, 2020 01:39AM
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They say that children become men,& men become children. Many generations have grown up,become men,& gone hence. The youngsters became greybeards. The little wretches became self-supporting young men. The young men got married & became householders.The householders became old men,& still Isshur was Isshur.
— May 24, 2020 12:57AM
He: "You may believe or not. I tell you that this Feast of Tabernacles, we shall have a citron of our own."
She: "Amen! May it be so! From your mouth into God's ears!"
"Amen, amen," repeated Leibel in his heart. And he pictured to himself his father coming into the synagogue, like a respectable householder, with his own citron and his own palm-branch.”