The Jewish Spy by Hayuta Katzenelson (World War II Brave Women Fiction #4)
English | 2020 | General Fiction/Classics | ePUB | 2.9 MB
The chance to save many lives could cost her the loss of her own family. Poland 1938. Eve of the World War II. Rivka sends her husband and three beloved children to the United States, where they will find safe shelter from the war. She tells everyone that she is staying behind in order to care for her aging parents but her real reason is completely different. Beyond her work as librarian, Rivka serves as a spy for the Jewish underground, a critical role in the changing reality in Europe. Even when she receives letters describing her family’s desperate situation, the sense of mission leaves her no choice. She understands that her brave choice may cost a painful price – losing her own family.
The Jewish Spy is a historical drama; The story of a brave woman with remarkable determination and strength that will leave you breathless and fully inspired.
She recalled the day the table arrived and she had tried to figure out how best to place it in their kitchen. The table was a little long and blocked the cooking area. They found a solution by setting it against the wall bordering the living room. Their house was cozy and carefully decorated. Rivka kept it bright with flowers from their little garden displayed on the beautiful table.
Just as Yaakov did in the carpentry shop, at home Rivka devoted her days to work. She learned to sew from her mother, and made pretty blue curtains, the color of her eyes, for their humble home. Having his own home gave Yaakov great pride.
In the first years of their marriage, Rivka devoted herself to homemaking. It was only after their three children were in school that she was persuaded to gather information for the Jewish underground; but these activities she kept a secret from her family so as not to endanger them.
Rakhel was their first child. She was the spitting image of her mother. Her eyes were blue and her hair was fair. Masha helped Rivka raise the child — her first grandchild. Oh, how happy she was! She invested all her energy in the little girl. She babbled at her in various languages, a mixture of all the tongues she knew. A phrase in Yiddish seasoned with a touch of Polish, and for good measure she taught her phrases in English and German.
Masha had acquired these languages when her mother worked as a dentist in Vienna. She had chosen to study languages spoken more widely than Austrian and Gothic German, although she spoke those as well.
Rakhel was very attached to Masha. When her brothers were born, Rakhel found herself spending a considerable amount of time at her grandmother’s house while her mother took care of the little boys. When they were old enough, Laibel and David would study in the cheder. And she, in her grandmother’s house, was the center of attention. When she reached school age, Rakhel chose to study at her grandmother’s. She received instruction in arithmetic, history, Judaism, and languages. When she wasn’t gaining book knowledge, she worked side by side with Masha becoming skilled in sewing, cooking, and baking.
When Rakhel was at home with her mother, they would enjoy each other’s company baking breads, pastries, and other sweets. But for Yaakov, as a special treat, Rivka would prepare his favorite kugel like he had at his father’s house.
Rivka’s mind traveled back to the present, and her gaze returned to the dining table. Yaakov was endlessly chewing the kugel she had made for him. His eyes were distant, and it was clear he was unable to swallow: Some anger he was holding back had rendered the muscles in his throat useless. The noise of plates against the table, forks chiming on the porcelain, chewing mouths, and slurping of compote sauce filled the air — David had not yet learned how to eat politely.