Tentatively lifting his head and bare shoulders, he looked over to his brother’s bed. Which lay open and empty, in daylight, pyjamas sprawled across it. Sinking back, Michael blew a long stream of air into the chill room, sadly watching the cloud of his own breath. Late: a...
It was not as large as Berdichev, or Zhitomir; the town never held more than ten thousand people. Polish, Lithuanian and Russian Empires flowed over Belarus and the Jews of Rechytsa went on living by their own calendar of feasts and fasts. In Hatskell’s day the little town was modestly prosperous...