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==== ### ==== Throughout the war, Israel served on the Union of Soviet Writers’ propaganda committee. He wrote odes to the Red Army’s defense of Stalingrad, commemorative verses for the Partisans, and deeply symbolic elegies for Soviet citizens lost in bombings and famines. He never once mentioned Jews directly. The Party line was unity, not ethnicity. But in 1944, after the Red Army liberated Majdanek, Israel requested permission to visit the site. He was denied. Instead, he wrote a poem titled “Dust With No Passport”, never published in his lifetime: : It was passed hand-to-hand among fellow writers in samizdat form. He nearly lost his position—but was saved by his long-standing political reliability. Barely. ===== During the darkest winter of 1942, Yakob finished his Symphony No. 3. The final movement was scored for: ===== * Solo violin * Waterphone * Chain dragged across concrete * Distant recorded echo of a human breath He called it “Lullaby for a Starved City.” He never expected it to be heard. Yet in 1945, at a private gathering of underground composers in a bombed-out hall near Moscow University, the piece was played—partly, hesitantly, trembling with cold. The audience sat in stunned silence. A Red Army officer in the back whispered: “This is not music. It’s confession.” Yakob replied, “That’s the idea.”
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