NIGHT

BY ELIE

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SEL

THEME: S

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“Where is God now?” And I heard a voice within me

answer him: “Where is he? Here he is – he is hanging

here on this gallows…” (Wiesel,48)

Moshe had changed. There was no longer any

joy in his eyes. He no longer sang. He no longer talked to me of God and the cabbala, but only of

what he had seen. People refused not only to believe

his stories, but even to listen to them. (Wiesel, 5)

Some of the young men forced her to sit

down, tied her up, and put a gag in her mouth. (Wiesel, 19-

20)

“My son, some water… I’m burning…My stomach…” “Quiet over there!” yelled the officer. “Eliezer,” went

on my father, “some water…” the officer came up to him and shouted at him to be quiet. (Wiesel,

81)

“Long live liberty!” cried out the two

adults. But the child was silent. (Wiesel,

47)

“Listen to me, you bastard!” Said Idek, coldly. “That’s for your curiosity.

You’ll get five times more if you dare tell anyone what

you saw! Understand?” (Wiesel, 43)

I could not answer him. Some one was lying full length on top of me, covering my face. I was

unable to breathe, through either mouth or nose. Sweat

beaded my brow, ran down my spine. This was the end – the

end of the road. A silent death, suffocation. No way of crying

out, of calling for help. (Wiesel, 69)