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My life is like story. Big long story. I was born near Moscow to a baker father and a housekeeper mother who did wash clothing. We were Jewish and lived where only Jewish were allowed. We could not belong to Communist party and we did not want to. It was bad. No party, very little pay and food. To pray, like on Sabbos, we hide and do quietly. We try to speak only Russian so much we forget to speak Herbrew and Yiddish. School was undercover that we Jewish. When some would find out, we beaten and laughed at. I lucky because a Russian Orthodox marry me, but he never Russian again. He lose job and had to make learn to make shoes for kopeyki. No money, just to feed us. Then the babys come. One day, another one dead, and I sad but happy. No life for babies. Then is start to work for rich family. They good people, gave my husband good office job and we live good but we no longer Jewish. We had to go to Russian church and our children they were Russian. They do not know that mother is Jewish. One day, my older daughter ask me if I Jew. I say yes, but that it not matter. She cried and cried and said no one would marry her. I feel bad because my husband not Jew but because of me it bad. I wonder why people don't like Jews? I want to go to Israel and then husband said okay, we go. So, with the little money, we take children and we go. Bad mistake. We not Jewish like in Israel. My husband not Jewish and my childen half and half. We don't know the prayers good and people make fun of us. The door to Russia closed. We have no home, so we come here. Free religion. I Jewish, my husband now Jewish too and we all happy. No more hiding and this is best country in the world. God Bless America always in my heart I say this. Thank you for listening. You good people Americans.