SARAH. Our son Naum also wants to go with you to the sea and ask about his fate. DAVID. _Lifting his eyes._ Is Naum going to die soon? NAUM. Yes, father,--I have already commenced to die. ANATHEMA. But, pardon me, gentlemen.... Why should you speak of death, since I have brought you life and happiness? DAVID. _Turning his head to him._ Do you come from God? Sarah, who is he who dares to speak like this? SARAH. I don't know. He has been waiting for you a long time. ANATHEMA. _Bustling about joyously._ Oh, ladies and gentlemen, smile. Attention for one minute and I will make you all laugh. Attention, gentlemen. Attention! _All look with tense attention at Anathema's mouth._ ANATHEMA. _Taking out a paper, solemnly._ Are you not David Leizer, the son of Abraham Leizer? LEIZER. _Frightened._ Well, yes, I am. But there may be another David Leizer. I don't know--ask the people. ANATHEMA. _Interrupting him with a gesture._ Didn't you have a brother, Moses Leizer, who fled to America thirty-five years ago on the Italian steamship _Fortuna?_ ALL. Yes, he did. DAVID. But I did not know that he was in America. ANATHEMA. David Leizer, your brother Moses died! _Silence._ DAVID. I have long forgiven him. ANATHEMA. And before he died he bequeathed all his fortune, amounting to two million dollars (_to the people surrounding him_), which means four million roubles,--to you, David Leizer. _A deep sigh goes through the crowd and all seem as petrified._ ANATHEMA. _Outstretching the paper._ Here is the document, you see--the seal. DAVID. _Pushing the paper aside._ No, don't! Don't do that! You were not sent by God. God would not make sport of man in this way. ANATHEMA. _Heartily._ This is not a jest. Upon my honor, it is the truth,--four millions. Allow me to be the first to congratulate you and to shake your honest hand warmly. (_Takes David Leizer's hand and shakes it._) Well, madam Leizer, what have I brought you? And what will you say now? Is your daughter Rosa beautiful now or is she ugly? Aha! Are you going to die so soon, Naum? Aha! (_Tearfully_.) That's what I have brought you, people, and now permit me to step aside--and not to disturb you-- _Lifts a handkerchief to his eyes and steps aside, apparently agitated._ SARAH. _Wildly._ Rosa! ROSA. _Also wildly._ What is it, mamma? SARAH. Wash your face! Wash your face, Rosa! My God, quicker, quicker,--wash your face! _As though insane, she drags Rosa, washes her, splashing the water with trembling hands. Naum clings to his father's arm, hanging on to it, as though he is about to lose consciousness._ DAVID. Take back your paper! (_Firmly._) Take back your paper! SARAH.