Yes, he died. Is the musician going to play? _Anathema whispers to Sarah and puts something into her hand._ SARAH. Sonka, here is a rouble for you; you see, a rouble? BEZKRAINY. There is luck! Yesterday a chicken, to-day a rouble. Take it, Sonka. _All look greedily upon the rouble. Sonka and the little girl go out._ SARAH. You are very rich, sir. ANATHEMA. _With self-satisfaction._ Yes. I have a large practice--I am a lawyer. SARAH. _Quickly._ David has no debts. ANATHEMA. Oh, I haven't come for that at all, madam Leizer. When you know me better, you will see that I bring, but do not take, that I make gifts, but do not take them back. SARAH. _With fear._ Do you come from God? ANATHEMA. It would be too much honor for me and for you, madam Leizer, if I came from God. No, I have come of my own accord. _Naum comes over, looks at the customer with amazement, and sits down, exhausted, upon a rock. Naum is a tall, thin young man, with a narrow chest and a large, pale nose. He looks around on all sides._ NAUM. Where is Rosa? SARAH. _In a whisper._ Not so loud,--she is there. (_Aloud._) Well, hew was it, Naum? Did you get any credit? NAUM. _Slowly._ No, mother, I did not get any credit. I am beginning to die, mother,--everybody feels hot, while I am very cold; and I am perspiring, but my perspiration is cold. I met Sonka--Ruzya died already. SARAH. You will live yet, Naum, you will live yet. NAUM. _Slowly._ Yes, I will live yet. Why isn't father coming? It is time for him to be here. SARAH. Clean a herring, Rosa. This gentleman is waiting for David a long time already, and David isn't here. NAUM. What does he want? SARAH. I don't know, Naum. Since he came, I suppose it was necessary. _Silence._ NAUM. Mother, I am not going for credit any more. I will go with father to the sea. The time has come when I must go and ask God about my fate. SARAH. Do not ask Him, Naum, do not ask. NAUM. I will ask Him. SARAH. _Entreatingly._ Don't do it, Naum, don't ask. ANATHEMA. Why not, madam Leizer? Do you fear that God will give him a bad answer? You should have more faith, madam Leizer. If David heard you, he would not approve your words. ORGAN-GRINDER. _Raising his head._ Is it you, young man, who wants to speak to God? NAUM. Yes, it is I. Every man can speak with God. ORGAN-GRINDER. Do you think so? Then ask for a new organ. Tell Him that this one is screeching. ANATHEMA. _Compassionately._ He might add that the monkey was eaten up by the fleas--that he needs a new monkey. _He laughs. All look at him in perplexity; the organ-grinder rises and takes up his organ silently._ SARAH. What do you want to do, musician? ORGAN-GRINDER. I want to play. SARAH. What for? We don't need any music. ORGAN-GRINDER.