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Cohen, Rose

 
9781440053856: Out of the Shadow (Classic Reprint)

Synopsis

A child's memoir of hardship, faith, and quiet courage across Russia to America.

This intimate memoir follows Rose Cohen’s early years in a hard life shaped by poverty, a mother’s strength, and a family that keeps faith and hope alive through every obstacle. This edition draws the reader into a world of cold winters, small mercies, and big moments of resilience. Through a young narrator’s perspective, the book explores daily struggles, moments of tenderness, and the quiet courage that carries a family from hardship toward a new life in America.

  • Experience a family’s daily routines, their love, and the beliefs that sustain them during crises.
  • See how resilience, responsibility, and duty shape the narrator’s growing sense of self.
  • Feel the tension of leaving behind one life and building another in a new country.
  • Observe small acts of kindness from neighbors and the community that help them endure.
Ideal for readers who appreciate honest, doorway-to-life memoirs about immigration, family devotion, and overcoming adversity.

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Présentation de l'éditeur

Russian village. Our home was a log house, covered with a straw roof. The front part of the house overlooked a large clear lake, and the back, open fields. The first time I became aware of my existence was on a cold winter night. My father and I were sitting on top of our red brick oven. The wind, whistling through the chimney and rattling the ice-covered windows, frightened me, and so I pressed close to my father and held his hand tightly. He was looking across the room where mothers bed stood curtained off with white sheets. Every now and then I heard a moan coming from the bed, and each time I felt fathers hand tremble. Appearing and disappearing behind the bed curtains, I saw my little old great-aunt, in a red quilted petticoat and white, close-fitting cap. Whenever she appeared and caught fathers eye, she smiled to him, a sweet, crooked smile. Finally, I recall hearing a few sound slaps, followed by a babys cry and aunt calling out loudly, It sa girl again. A bout three years passed. With my little sister as companion, I recall many happy days we spent together. In the summer we picked field mushrooms at the back of the house or played near the lake and watched the women bleaching their linens. I was happiest in the morning when I first went out of doors.
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Présentation de l'éditeur

Excerpt from Out of the Shadow

I was born in a small Russian village. Our home was a log house, covered with a straw roof. The front part of the house overlooked a large clear lake, and the back, open fields.

The first time I became aware of my existence was on a cold winter night. My father and I were sitting on top of our red brick oven. The wind, whistling through the chimney and rattling the ice-covered windows, frightened me, and so I pressed close to my father and held his hand tightly. He was looking across the room where mother's bed stood curtained off with white sheets. Every now and then I heard a moan coming from the bed, and each time I felt father's hand tremble.

Appearing and disappearing behind the bed curtains, I saw my little old great-aunt, in a red quilted petticoat and white, close-fitting cap. Whenever she appeared and caught father's eye, she smiled to him, a sweet, crooked smile. Finally, I recall hearing a few sound slaps, followed by a baby's cry and aunt calling out loudly, "It's a girl again."

About three years passed. With my little sister as companion, I recall many happy days we spent together. In the summer we picked field mushrooms at the back of the house or played near the lake and watched the women bleaching their linens. I was happiest in the morning when I first went out of doors.

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