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Under Soviet Rule

Profiles of My Grandparents
Yisroel smiled. “Oh!” he said, “Now I want you. You can speak!”
The Girl with the Gold Watch
Betsheva's father had taken all possible precautions to hide the illegal factory, covering its entrance with large planks of wood. But the approaching footsteps sounded like they knew where they were headed...
Zaidy Pinchas' Torah
Zaidy embraced the Torah for the last time and gently laid it, in its wooden case, under a tree. He lifted his young child in his arms and journeyed on through the forest
Hospitality, 1939
The Jewish refugees slept in the train stations, exposed to the elements, awaiting deportation to Siberia. It was strictly forbidden for any Russian citizen to communicate with these “foreign spies” . . .
Shabbat in Lvov
"The group is leaving on the train tonight." He spoke in a whisper, although they were alone in the privacy of their home. Spies and informers could be hidden in any corner, and it was said that the walls themselves had ears...
Fringes of Fright
I’m not talking about a small fine, or even some lashes. This could mean that my father, and maybe even I, would sit in a dark and dingy jail cell. A wave of heat overcame my body.
I Shall Not Fear
Katya Umansky's Escape from Communist Russia
Katya Umansky was alone in her Moscow apartment when the phone rang. "All right, Umansky," said the caller. "Let's put the games aside. I'm a representative of the KGB. I need to talk to you."
To Save a Friend
"Very well," sneered the commandant. "Don't sign. You will be in this prison for eight more years. And we'll see how your G‑d will help you…"
The Young Artist’s Jealous Teacher
Just before the siege, Yaakov met his sister, Ita Sosonkin at the outskirts of Leningrad. With tears in their eyes, they promised each other that whoever stays alive will take care of the other's children.
A Hungry Soldier’s Kosher Food Portion
Even though Basia was occupied with supporting her family, three times a week she would make the long trip to visit her husband.
A Soldier’s Struggle to Eat Kosher
“Chazan, why are you here?” asked an officer whom he encountered. “Are you not supposed to be eating now?”
The Living Orphan
A child’s memories of life in Soviet Russia
They commanded Father to dress and come with them. Father came to my small bed, bent down, and gave me a kiss, long and painful. Tears—big ones, hot ones, blazing ones—rolled off his cheek and onto my forehead.
My Father's Machzor
In 1951 my father, Rabbi Moshe Greenberg, was twenty years old and a prisoner in a Soviet labor camp in Siberia. That Yom Kippur, he faithfully prayed all the day’s prayers. All, that is, except for Kol Nidrei.
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