This is my mother Pesia Dener, nee Gutman. This photo was taken in Falesti in the 1920s.
This is my mother Pesia Dener, nee Gutman. My mother was born in the town of Yedintsy in the north of Bessarabia in 1892. This photo was taken in Falesti in the 1920s.
This is my father Boris Dener. My father was born in Kishinev in 1884. This photo was taken in Falesti in the 1920s.
This my sister Sarah Dener. This photo was taken in Falesti in 1923. My sister Sarah was born in Falesti in 1918.
This is me on a construction site. This photo was taken in Chernovtsy in 1947. I was photographed bringing a pot of milk to the Hungarian prisoners-of-war working on the construction site.
This is the title sheet from a book by Gorky from the library in the camp in Nyrob settlement, Perm region. I read aloud from it to the prisoners in 1952.
This is a page from my camp diary that I kept from 1951-1954. I wrote with a pencil because pens were forbidden.
This is me, Esfir Dener (the first on the right) with a group of former political prisoners after the release from the camp. The photo was taken in Nyrob settlement Perm region in 1956. The first man from the left is doctor Koretskiy sentenced to 25 years for falling in love with a young Romanian girl in 1945 and staying behind in the hospital.
This is me performing. The photo was taken in Nyrob, Perm region in 1955. I was in exile in this town, on 1 May there was an amateur concert and we performed on the makeshift stage on a truck with the portraits of Lenin and Stalin in the background.
This is me with friends. The photo was taken in Nyrob, Perm region in 1957. This photograph was taken after I was released from exile. On my left is my husband Igor Golubin.
This my sister Sarah Dener and her husband Jacques Levenson. This photo was taken in Bucharest in 1963.
This is me in the hostel in Krikovo near Kishinev. The photo was taken in 1967. My cousin Viktoria was asking me how long I was going to live in the Ural and wanted me to come back to Moldova. I finally decided to try, and moved to Kishinev in 1964.
This is me while on a walk with my dog Rex. The photo was taken in Kishinev in 1978 in Ryshkanovka near the lake. I bought Rex as a puppy and he stayed with me for 16 years.
This is me in Kishinev in the 1980s. A street photographer took this picture of me in the main street of the town, Lenin Street.
This is me (on the right) with my sister Sarah Dener in my apartment. The photo was taken in Kishinev in 1988, when my sister came from Israel to visit me.
This is my rehabilitation certificate, issued by the Republican Prosecutor office in Kishinev in 1994. The paper is of different colors because there were two documents and I have the sheets of each one left.
This is me in my apartment. The photo was taken in Kishinev in 2004.
Esfir Borisovna e o femeie de statură mică, cu chip de fetiţă şi cu mâini mici de aristocrat. Are o voce tânără şi uşor răguşită. Se poate de spus că ea are o forţă internă şi un oprimism de viaţă de invidiat. Apartamentul eu cu o singură odaie, uşor neglijent, a văzut vremuri mai bune: podeaua este pardosită cu parchet de culoare albă, iar în antreu sunt dulapuri incorporabile comode. În cameră este un pat o masă joasă, şi două fotolii. Pe perete este pus un covor mic pastelat de formă pătrată, pe un alt perete atârnă portretul lui Ernest Hemingway, iar pe al treilea perete sunt atârnate nişte peisaje. În colţul camerei este un dulap pentru cărţi, câteva din poliţele căruia sunt dedicate volumelor de poezie. Esfir Borisovna vede rău. Pe parcursul discuţiei noastre ea tot se înclina spre mine ca să-mi vadă privirea. Ea mi-a servit ceai cu eleganţă şi a pus nişte gustări modeste pe măsuţa joasă. În tumpul discuţiei Esfir m-a rugat de câteva ori să deconectez reportofonul. Ea declama poezii în acele momente, cu un profund sentiment şi o voce artistică bine echilibrată. În timp ce vorbea, ea deseori folosea expresii şi cuvinte în idiş, germană şi română.
