Is that your drum? Tell me, do you seriously believe that this is a drum? Have you ever seen another drum with a hole big enough for a dog to crawl through? KHESSIN. Don't get excited, Leibke. You are a very talented man, and your music will be fine, and David Leizer will be greatly moved by it. VIOLINIST. But I can't bear it. You are a very honorable man, Abraham Khessin, you have lived long in the world, but have you ever seen such a big hole in a drum? KHESSIN. No, Leibke, I haven't seen such a big hole, but that is not at all important. David Leizer was a multimillionaire, he had twenty million roubles, but he is unspoiled and humble, and your love will afford him joy. Does the soul need a drum to be able to express its love? I see here people who have neither drums nor trumpets, and who weep for happiness--their tears are noiseless like the dew.--Rise higher, Leibke, rise a little higher to the sky, and you will not hear any drums there, but therefore you will hear the tears falling. OLD MAN. You mustn't quarrel and darken the days of bright happiness,--that would be disagreeable to David. _A Wanderer is listening to their conversation; his face is stern and swarthy. His hair and his clothes are covered with dust. He is guarded in his movements, but his eyes, lustreless, stare ahead fixedly, like open windows at night._ WANDERER. He has brought peace and happiness on earth, and the whole world knows of him already. I have come from distant places, where the people are different from you, and where the customs are different from yours, and only in their suffering and their misery they are your brethren. And there they know already about David Leizer, who distributes bread and happiness, and they bless his name. KHESSIN. Do you hear, Sarah? _Wiping his eyes._ It is of your husband they are speaking, of David Leizer. SARAH. I hear, Abraham, I hear everything. But I hear no longer the voice of Naum who died; I hear no longer the voice of Rosa. Old man, you have wandered much over the world, and you know even the people that do not resemble us,--have you not met on the road a beautiful girl, the most beautiful of all girls on earth? BEZKRAINY. She had a daughter, Rosa, a beautiful girl, she ran away from home because she would not give up her share to the poor. Did she take much money along with her, Sarah? SARAH. Can there be such a thing as too much money for Rosa? You may as well say that there are too many diamonds in the Czar's crown and too many rays in the sun. WANDERER. No, I have not seen your daughter: I am traveling along the highways, and there you can see neither the rich nor the beautiful. SARAH. But perhaps you have seen people gathered, talking enthusiastically about a certain beautiful girl? That is my daughter, old man. WANDERER.