title: The Warsaw Diary of Adam Czerniakow: Prelude To Doom
author:  Raul Hilberg 
description: Adam Czerniakow was a Polish Jew who killed himself on July 23, 1942 - on the face of it not an uncommon occurrence in those times. But there is more to the story than the tragic death of one man among so many millions. Czerniakow was for almost three years the chairman of the Warsaw Judenrat - a Jew, devoted to his people, who served as the Nazi-sponsored mayor of the Warsaw Ghetto. His personal dealings with the German authorities bring to this daily record of events a depth of knowledge, accuracy of detail, and panorama of view that was possible to no other participant in the epic prelude to the final doom of the largest captive Jewish community in Eastern Europe. This secret journal is not only the testimony of an unbearable personal burden but the documentary of the Ghettos terminal agony. It is the most important diary to emerge from the Holocaust.
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  # Stories by Foreign Authors: German
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ### Various
  
  
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  THE FURY. PAUL HEYSE
  
  
  THE PHILOSOPHER'S PENDULUM. RUDOLPH LINDAU
  
  
    
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  THE BOOKBINDER OF HORT. LEOPOLD VON SACHER-MASOCH
  
  
  THE EGYPTIAN FIRE-EATER. RUDOLPH BAUMBACH
  
  
  THE CREMONA VIOLIN. E.T.A. HOFFMANN
  
  
  ADVENTURES OF A NEW-YEAR'S EVE. HEINRICH ZSCHOKKE
  
  
    
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  ## THE FURY. PAUL HEYSE
  
  
  From "Tales from the German of Paul Heyse"
  
  
  
  
  
  THE FURY
  
  
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  The day had scarcely dawned. Over Vesuvius hung one broad gray
  
  
  stripe of mist, stretching across as far as Naples, and darkening all
  
  
  the small towns along the coast. The sea lay calm. Along the shore of
  
  
  the narrow creek that 