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Night

by Elie Wiesel

Author: Elie Wiesel

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Language: English

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Haunting in its graphic simplicity, Elie Wiesel's Night documents one of the most infamous crimes against humanity in a startlingly personal way. In this autobiographical account, Elie Wiesel tells of his deportation to the concentration camps at the age of 15 and his struggle to survive. In this new translation by his wife and new preface by the author, Wiesel seeks and successfully adds greater poignancy to his already deeply moving piece of history.

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An SS came toward us wielding a club. He commanded: "Men to the left! Women to the right!" Eight words spoken quietly, indifferently, without emotion. Eight simple, short words. Yet that was the moment when I left my mother. There was no time to think, and I already felt my father's hand press against mine: we were alone. In a fraction of a second I could see my mother, my sisters, move to the right. Tzipora was holding Mother's hand. I saw them walking farther and farther away; Mother was stroking my sister's blond hair, as if to protect her. And I walked on with my father, with the men. I didn't know that this was the moment in time and the place where I was leaving my mother and Tzipora forever. I kept walking, my father holding my hand.

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One evening, I told him how unhappy I was not to be able to find in Sighet a master to teach me the Zohar, the Kabbalistic works, the secrets of Jewish mysticism.

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Why did I pray? Strange question. Why did I live? Why did I breathe? "I don't know," I told him, even more troubled and ill at ease.

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As for me, my place was in the house of study, or so they said.

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One evening, I told him how unhappy I was not to be able to find in Sighet a master to tea

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