. . ."
The memories of the long past overtook me, and I told my parents who
I was. . . . .
And yet--continued Samuel after some thought--and yet they were not
at peace, fearing I had deceived them. And they never rested till
they got me married to my Rebekah, "according to the laws of Moses
and Israel."
Well, two years passed after my wedding, and troubles began; I got a
toothache, may you be spared the pain! That is the way of the Jew:
no sooner does he wed a woman and beget children, than all kinds of
ills come upon him.
Some one told me, there was a nurse at the city hospital who knew
how to treat aching teeth and all kinds of ills better than a
full-fledged doctor.
I went to the hospital, and asked for the nurse.
A young woman came out. . . .
"Marusya?!"
"Samuel?!"
We were both taken aback.
"And where is your husband, Marusya?" asked I, after I had caught my
breath.
"And you, Samuel, are you married?"
"Yes."
"But I am single yet."
Yes, yes, she was a good soul! She died long ago. . . . May it
please the Lord to give her a goodly portion in Paradise!--
Here the old man broke off his story with a deep sigh escaping from
his breast.
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