My father died when I was three years old, and I came to my
grandfather's house with my grandmother. Thinking of his cruel, stingy,
greedy grandfather and ……展开↓
It was pleasant to listen to these kind words and to watch the red and
gold flames playing in the stove, and the milky cloud of steam which
rose from the vats……展开↓
The window looking on to the yard shone like gold, and yellow patches
of light appeared on the floor, and Uncle Jaakov, who was dressing, trod
on them with ……展开↓
Although my childhood was so ordinary, I was also very lucky, because
there was no war. I feel sorry for the children in the war era who did
not have a happy ……展开↓
So she always talked, using such peculiarly harmonious words that they
took root in my memory like fragrant, bright, everlasting flowers. When
she smiled the ……展开↓