The History of Yiddish Literature in the Nineteenth CenturyWiener, Leo
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The History of Yiddish Literature in the Nineteenth Century
Wiener, Leo
Yiddish literature -- History and criticism
"Urchins!" I said, as I approached the crowd of wild boys, "what have
you, I pray, against that mare?"
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Some of the urchins paid no attention at all to me; others did hear me,
but they laughed at me with brazen faces. Some of the dogs looked at me
somewhat astonished; others barked at me from afar, while others
noch etliche hāben ausgeschtschiret die Äugen, gekuckt schrecklich
boes, senen gewe'n berēit ānzufallen auf mir vun hinten un'
zureissen mich auf Stücker.
"Kundeessim!" ruf' ich mich noch a Māl ān. "Wās jāgt ihr un'
peinigt Gotts Beschäffenisch, die Klatsche nebech?"
"A schoener Nebech!" hāben see mit Gespött geëntwert. "Far wās
füttert sie sich dā? Far wās füttert sich die schoene Klatsche dā?"
"Steutsch!" thu' ich a Sāg, "dā is' doch a Pasche, dā fütteren sich
doch alle Stādt-beheemes vun ēbige Jāhren!"
"Die Stādt-beheemes," hāben see geëntwert, "senen eppes andersch,
see mögen un' sie tor nischt."
* * * * *
"Far wās nischt sie?" ruf' ich mich ān, "sie hāt denn nischt kēin
Neschome wie alle Stādt-beheemes?"
"Efscher take nischt!" hāben see a Sāg gethan.
"Schkozim!" sāg' ich zu see, "āber sie hāt doch sicher a Balebos,
wās zāhlt in der Stādt Zinsen un' alle andere Ābgāben. Sie is' doch
äuch a Stādt-beheeme!"
"Ot dās take wēissen mir nischt!" entwern see mir mit a Gespött.
"Ōb sie is' äuch a Stādt-beheeme, dās is' erscht a Schaile!"
"Es mäg sein, wie es will sich," hāb' ich gesāgt, "āber die
Klatsche is' doch derweil hungerig, sie will doch nebech essen!"
"Lās sie essen Werem, Kränk', Makes!" sāgen see zurück. "Wās hāt
sie zu uns? Far wās soll a sölche auffressen un' zunehmen bei die
Stādt-beheemes?"
* * * * *
"Gaslonim!" hāb' ich schōn mehr nischt gekönnt mich einhalten un' a
Geschrēi gethān mit Kas. "Far
again opened their eyes wide open, scanned me in great anger, and were
ready to fall upon me from behind, and to tear me to pieces.
"Urchins!" I cried out again. "Why do you pursue and torture one of
God's creatures--the miserable dobbin?"
"Miserable indeed!" they cried out scoffingly. "Why does she graze here?
Why does that fine-looking mare graze here?"
"How is that?" I exclaimed, "is this not a pasture, and have not all the
animals of the town grazed here from time immemorial!"
"The animals of the town," they answered, "are an entirely different
matter; they may, but she may not."
"Why not she?" I called out, "has she not a soul like all the animals of
the town?"
"Maybe she has not!" they retorted.
"Urchins!" I said to them, "but she certainly has a master who pays all
the taxes of the town and other duties. She is a town animal like all
the others!"
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