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428 days ago
I woke up in the morning. “Mom!” I called her, but she didn’t answer me. She was lying on her back, and her mouth was slight opened. I ran to my neighbors. “My mom died! Please come to us! Help us, please!” I cried. One of them came in. “Your mother has to be buried.” She said and then left. I was sitting next to my mom. Sometimes, I was calling her, “Mom!” thinking that something could be changed. In a couple of hours, I got very hungry. I found something. I ate, and then went to my neighbor again. “Can you help me, please? I don’t know what to do.” I asked. “I have a big family and too many problems of my own. I don’t have time to take care of your mother's funeral. Let’s men take care of it.” She said. Though, there were no men left in the house. There were only three old men in different families. I went to every family, but nobody wanted to help me. Nobody asked me, if I was hungry. Nobody offered me to stay with them ...
431 days ago
Before the war, my mother, father, the older brother, Mike, and I lived in Minsk , Belarus . When the war started, Mike was fifteen and I was ten. Our father was a doctor. I think he was a good doctor, because he had a permission to have a private practice. At evenings, patients came to his home office. I don’t remember what my mom was doing. I think she had leukemia, because she was too pale and got tired very easily. She was in and out the hospital all the time. At the day, when the war started, my dad took her to the hospital again. Dad received an order to go to the war immediately. He wanted to evacuate us to the East, before he went to the war. So, that same day, my parents went to a store and bought different cloth, food, and some other stuff to take into the evacuation with us. The next morning, on June 23 1941 , my dad went to the city, and didn’t come back. We were waiting for him all day, but he didn’t return home. My mom was sick worried about ...
433 days ago
I wrote a book. I didn’t do it for publicity to become famous or to make money. I wrote it for my children. My father was dying to cancer. He came to me from Israel to say good-bye. He showed me several pages of the manuscript that he wrote. “I was going to write a book about my family. But I don’t have enough time. I also wanted to write a book based on your letters that you mailed to us for ten years. You wrote them so beautifully!” My father was a big fan of literature and art. Also, he was very tight with compliments, and what he said meant a lot to me. “I planned too many things to do, but instead I have to die.” He passed away three months later. At the same time, I was diagnosed with breast cancer . For me, a Russian immigrant that came to America just four years ago, the word “cancer” had only one synonym - “death”. In Russia, it was customary to keep a sick person uninformed about his or her condition, and I ...
448 days ago
Hi guys, I’m happy to announce that my book ”From Jerusalem to Jerusalem ” received five stars review at Ghost Writer Reviews http://ghostwriterreviews.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=2_497_509&products_id=483 and was announced a book of the week at Publish America http://www.publishamerica.com. It made me the happiest Russian author in the entire world! The book is now available for purchase at Amazon H ttp://www.amazon.com/Jerusalem-Louise-Prister/dp/1606106406/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1220360181&sr=1-1 Barnes & Noble http://search.barnesandnoble.com/From-Jerusalem-To-Jerusalem/Louise-Prister/e/9781606106402/?&tabname=custreview at Publish America http://www.publishamerica.com/shopping/shopdisplayproducts.asp?search=yes ...
