_Like an echo._ No customers. SARAH. _Compassionately._ Ai--Ai--Ai! It's bad, if there are no customers. ROSA. Don't speak, mamma. Do you want, perhaps, to smear my face again with soot? _Pushing several paupers into the door, Anathema enters, apparently fatigued._ ANATHEMA. Well, David, meanwhile receive these. Your millions frighten the poor, and nobody wanted to follow me, thinking that some deception is hidden here. DRUNKARD. This is the man who caught me by the collar. ANATHEMA. Ah, is that you? How do you do? How do you do? DAVID. Thank you, Nullius. Now take ink and paper and sit down near me, by the table; bring me my old counting-board.... As everything I am about to say is very important, I ask you to write it correctly and to make no errors--we shall give an account of every word before God. I ask you all to rise and listen attentively, striving to understand the great words which I am about to utter. _Sternly._ Rise, Rosa. SARAH. God, have mercy on us! What are you going to do, David? DAVID. Be silent, Sarah. You will come with me. ANATHEMA. Ready. _All listen, standing._ DAVID. _Solemnly._ Upon the death of my brother, Moses Leizer, I received an inheritance (_on the counting-board_) of two million dollars. ANATHEMA. _Nervously, lifting four fingers._ Which means four million roubles. DAVID. _Sternly._ Do not interrupt me, Nullius. Yes, it does mean four million roubles. And now, submitting to the voice of my conscience and the command of God, and also in memory of my children, Hannah, Benjamin, Raphael, and Moses, who died of hunger and disease in their childhood.... _He lowers his head and weeps bitterly. Sarah also cries bitterly._ SARAH. Oh, my little Moishe! David, David, our little Moishe is dead. DAVID. _Wiping his eyes with a large red handkerchief._ Be silent, Sarah. What was I going to say to them, Nullius?... Well, write, Nullius, write. I know. _Firmly._ I have resolved, in accordance with the command of God, who is Truth and Mercy, to distribute all my possessions to the poor. Am I speaking properly, Nullius? ANATHEMA. I hear God in your words. _At first no one believes David; but soon joyous doubts and unexpected fear come over them. As though in sleep the people repeat: "Four millions, four millions!" and they hide their faces with their hands. The Organ-grinder comes forward._ ORGAN-GRINDER. _Morosely._ Will you buy me a new organ, David? ANATHEMA. Hush, musician! Back! ORGAN-GRINDER. _Retreating._ I want also a new monkey. DAVID.