"I succeeded on my own in finding a master for myself in the person of Moishe the Beadle He had watched me one day as I prayed at dusk."
"We were coming closer and closer to the pit, from which an infernal heat was rising. Twenty more steps." pg. 33
"But the third rope was still moving: the child, too light, was stillbreathing... And so he remained for more than half an hour, lingering between life and death, writhing before our eyes." pg. 65
"Around the middle of January, my right foot began to swellfrom the cold. I could not stand on it. I went to the infirmary." pg. 78