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Letter of Moisey Adler, 1944

Moisey Adler

Leninsk-Kuznetk

Kemerovo Region

48 Furmanova Street

Makagon E.A. (for Beba)

 

p.p.s. 05397  Adler M.

 

04.06.44

 

Hello Beba!

 

By God’s will I found out where you are, after all these 17 years during which we have not seen each other (since 1927). That is what happened… Being on a trip, I felt a strong desire to see again my native Kupel. You know, I left in 1927 for Odessa to study. After that I joined my family, which went to Crimea “on land”. Then I graduated from Moscow State University and worked in Moscow. I have not been back to Kupel during this time. I almost lost my contactwith old…..Shleib.   …………. …………………………………………………………………………….

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By the way, now I lost contact with him.

            I saw in Kupel the only one person from our people who stayed alive – Shlema Kravets with his wife and two children. He gave me to read up to 200 letters written by Kupel’s people asking about their relatives. Thus I acquired several addresses I was interested in, your address was among them.

            Beba, the sad news I bring to you. From your relatives, memory of which is dear to me too, no one survived. I heard about your father’s tragedy. When the Germans came, they first of all started to humiliate him to show their despise to all Jewish community.

They tried to force him to commit some unholy acts, when he refused they tortured him. The old man managed to escape and hid. Then the Germans took 51 hostages and announced that if your father does not  show up the people will be executed. Having heard about that, your father voluntarily turned himself in to save the people. However, the butchers killed the hostages including your father.

He is buried on the Jewish cemetery. 51 people were crammed into a tiny room on top of each other, so a majority of the people suffocated over the night. Only the very top layer of people survived. However, they did not live long and were killed in a planned mass murder. That is how died your father, whose death was a real act of martyrdom for his community.

Beba, do not cry. Let the deaths of our dear people inspire us in our fight with the butchers.

            Beba, I am not going to write much. I already wrote you above about myself. If you want to know more, I will write about that in my next letter. Please, write me a detailed letter with a description of your life during these 16-17 years and about your family.

            I am going to stop here. Be healthy and happy. 

Regards to your family.

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