Translation


Uncle Leyb by Mikaelo Bronshten, translated by Sebastian Schulman

  Uncle Leyb’s nose looked almost like a fleshy potato, red-blue against his pale, still face, which appeared practically unwrinkled from a distance. Maybe there were wrinkles, even quite a few, but they were hidden beneath a few days of thick and yellow-grey stubble. Berl the Barber, ever the rational […]