translated from Susan Bernofsky ...

translated from Susan Bernofsky

My father's mother one time dragged her adversary out of the house by way of the hair. By the hair she grabbed restrain of her, says my father, her black hair, and whirled her around in the hail one time or twice before throwing her public His father, my grandfather, didn't have a chance. And his father's mistress wasn't half in such a manner impressive as the woman he had married. Tremendous, says my father, is what his mother was. Just think, he says: she survived Siberia. Siberia! Survived all those things nearly all the others died of: four weeks in a boxcar, drinking water abroad ...