The Imported Bridegroom, and Other Stories of the New York GhettoCahan, Abraham
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The Imported Bridegroom, and Other Stories of the New York Ghetto
Cahan, Abraham
Jews -- New York (State) -- New York -- Fiction; United States -- Emigration and immigration -- Fiction
"Well, what is the use of joking?" he said gloomily, suppressing a
smile. "Every illiterate nonentity," he went on, letting the words
filter through his teeth with languid bitterness, "every shop clerk,
who at home hardly knew there was such a thing as a university in the
world, goes to college here; and I am serving the community by
supplying it with pearl buttons for six dollars a week. Would this
were regular, at least! But it is not. I forgot to tell you, but we
may again have a slack season, Tanya. Oh! I will not let things go on
like this. If I don't begin to do something at once, I shall send a
bullet through my forehead. You may laugh, but this time it is not
idle talk. From this day on I shall be a different man. I have a plan;
I have considered everything carefully. If we wish to get rid of our
beggarly position, of this terrible feeling of insecurity and need,"
he proceeded, as he raised himself to a sitting posture, his voice
gathering energy and his features becoming contorted with an
expression of disgust; "if we really mean to free ourselves from this
constant trembling lest I lose my job, from these excursions to the
pawn shops--laugh away! laugh away!--but, as I say, if we seriously
wish to make it possible for me to enter some college here, we must
send all literature and magazines and all gush about Russia to the
deuce, and do as others do. I have a splendid plan. Everything depends
upon you, Tanya."
At this the childlike look of curiosity came into her face. But he
seemed in no hurry to come to the point.
"People who hang about pawn shops have no right to 'interesting
points' and Guy de Maupassant and that sort of luxury. Poverty is a
crime! Well, but from now on, everything will be different. Listen,
Tanychka; the greatest trouble is the rent, is it not? It eats up the
larger part of my wages--that is, provided I work full time; and you
know how we tremble and are on the verge of insanity each time the
first of the month is drawing near. If we wish to achieve something,
we must be satisfied to pinch ourselves and to put up with some
inconvenience. Above all, we must not forget that I am a common
workingman. Well, every workingman's family around here keeps a
boarder or two; let us also take one. There is no way out of it,
Tanya."
He uttered the concluding words with studied nonchalance, but without
daring to look her in the face.
"Borya!" she exclaimed, with a bewildered air.
Her manner angered him.
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