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
Noch schwerer far der Arbeit is' gewesen sie zu gefin'en,--er hāt
geschwiegen!
Bādendig sich in kalten Schwēiss, zusammengedrückt unter der
schwerster Last, beim grössten Krampf vun'm lēdigen Māgen, hāt er
geschwiegen!
Bespritzt vun fremder Blote, bespiegen vun fremde Maüler, gejāgt
vun Trotuaren mit der schwerster Last arāb in Gassen zwischen
Droschkes, Kareten un' Tramwajs, kuckendig jede Minut dem Tōdt in
die Äugen arein,--hāt er geschwiegen!
Er hāt kēin Māl nischt übergerechent, wieviel vun Masse es kummt
aus auf a Groschen, wieviel Māl er is' gefallen bei jeden Gang far
a Dreier, wieviel Māl er hāt schier nischt die Neschome
ausgespiegen, māhnendig sein Verdienst, er hāt nischt gerechent,
nischt sein, nischt Jenem's Masel, nor geschwiegen!
"He did not complain!" the Advocate concludes his sentence.
"And eternally alone, he proceeds,--no friend, no religious instruction,
no school ... not a whole garb ... not a free minute!"
"Stick to facts!" calls out the President.
"He was silent even later, when his father, in a drunken fit, once
grabbed him by his hair and kicked him out of the house into a stormy
winter night. He quietly picked himself up and ran whither his eyes
carried him.
"He was silent on his whole journey ... in the greatest frost he begged
only with his eyes.
"In a nasty, wet spring night he arrived in a large city; he fell in
like a drop in the Ocean, and yet he passed that very night in the
police jail.... He was silent, did not ask why. He came out of it, and
looked for the hardest work! And he was all the time silent.
* * * * *
"Much harder than the work was the finding of the same,--and he was
silent.
"Bathing in cold sweat, bent under the heaviest burdens, during the
severest cramps of his empty stomach,--he was silent!
"Besmutted by strangers' mud, bespit by strangers' mouths, driven with
his heavy load from the sidewalks into the streets among buggies,
coaches, and street cars, looking every moment into the eyes of
death,--he was silent!
"He never calculated how many pounds of load came to every penny, how
many times he stumbled on every three kopeks' errand, how many times he
almost exhaled his soul collecting his pay; he did not beseech or
curse,--he only was silent!
Sein ēigen Verdienst hāt er nischt hōch gemāhnt. Wie a Bettler hāt
er sich bei der Thür gestellt, un' in die Äugen hāt sich a
hüntische Bakosche gemālt! "Kumm' später!" un' er is' wie a
Schātten still verschwunden gewor'en, kedee später noch stiller
auszubettlen sein Verdienst!
Er hāt afile geschwiegen, wenn män flegt ihm ābreissen vun sein
Verdienst, oder ihm areinzuwarfen a falsche Matbeje ... er hāt alls
geschwiegen....
--Mēint män doch take mich! troest't sich Bonzje.
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