by Yitzhak Leib Peretz, translated by Zora Zagrabelna

A Woman’s Wrath

The small hut is as dingy as the poverty within. Its four walls weep. From the cracked ceiling hangs an orphaned chandelier stub, the remnant of a no-longer existing light.

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