Kozlov

He pondered a long while which to choose, and finally made up his mind to take Kozlov's poem, and Roslavlev.

They went by the great Kozlov wood, wherein every tree stood silent and sad for its faded and fallen leaves.

Feivke had hardly ever met, or even seen, anyone but the people of Kozlov and their children.

Listen, you Kozlov urchin, you just keep your hands in your pockets, because Leibrutz is here!

Kozlov was a lonely village, far from any Jewish settlement.