December 12, 1940
To the orphanage1
To the institution of the Orphanage
Under the purview
of the Elder of the Jews
in Litzmannstadt Ghetto.2
35 years old. Residence: 15 Aleksander St., Apt. 13
As I begin to dictate my petition to you, dear father of the orphans, I write not with ink but with blood and tears. It is not I who dictates my request but my desolation and poverty. The paper cries with me, and my pen is witness to the poverty in which I find myself, without means to live. I am a widow with 3 orphans, and I find myself in a critical state that my pen is not prepared to describe. And I come to you begging not with entreaties but with blood and tears, and if you could just take my youngest child, a little girl, she is 10 years old, so that she doesn't die of cold and hunger. And I turn specifically to you, and I call you: Father of my orphan, save my child from hunger and cold. I hope that a spark of mercy will arouse your Jewish hearts and you will take my painful petition into consideration.
Respectfully, Asna Zhurkovska, 15 Aleksander St., Apt. 13. Litzmannstadt ghetto. December 9th.