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The second factory packed cotton wool. And the third factory had a special machine to stuff cigarettes. There was also a kitchenware and everyday goods store in the yard. Maximov, our neighbor, was an actor of the local Jewish theater. This was his pseudonym; I've forgot his real name. His son pricked his finger with a pen and died from blood poisoning. We, cruel kids as we were, took advantage of it showing our teacher that we pricked our fingers just to get out of the classroom. Maximov, his wife and children perished in the ghetto.
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Fania Brantsovskaya