Jewish fiction; Jews -- Fiction; Short stories, Yiddish -- Translations into English
The Additional Service and the Afternoon Service were over, people were
making ready for the Conclusion Service, Neileh. The shadows were once
more lengthening, the sun was once more sinking in the west. The
Shool-Goi began to light candles and lamps, and placed them on the
tables and the window-ledges. Jews with faces white from exhaustion sat
in the anteroom resting and refreshing themselves with a pinch of snuff,
or a drop of hartshorn, and a few words of conversation. Everyone feels
more cheerful and in better humor. What had to be done, has been done
and well done. The Lord of the Universe has received His due. They have
mortified themselves a whole day, fasted continuously, recited prayers,
and begged forgiveness!
Now surely the Almighty will do His part, accept the Jewish prayers and
have compassion on His people Israel.
Only Berel sits in a corner by himself. He also is wearied and
exhausted. He also has fasted, prayed, wept, mortified himself, like the
rest. But he knows that the whole of his toil and trouble has been
thrown away. He sits troubled, gloomy, and depressed. He knows that they
have now reached Neileh, that he has still time to repent, that the door
of Heaven will stand open a little while longer, his repentance may yet
pass through ... otherwise, yet a little while, and the gates of mercy
will be shut and ... too late!
"Oh, open the gate to us, even while it is closing," sounded in Berel's
ears and heart ... yet a little while, and it will be too late!
"No, no!" shrieked Berel to himself, "I will not lose my soul, my
world-to-come! Let Chantzeh-Leah burn me and roast me, I will take it
all in good part, so that I don't lose my world-to-come!"
Berel rose from his seat, and went up to Moisheh Chalfon.
"Reb Moisheh, a word with you," he whispered into his ear.
"Afterwards, when the prayers are done."
"No, no, no!" shrieked Berel, below his breath, "now, at once!"
Moisheh Chalfon stood up.
Berel led him out of the house-of-study, and aside.
"Reb Moisheh, kind soul, have pity on me and forgive me!" cried Berel,
and burst into sobs.
"God be with you, Berel, what has come over you all at once?" asked Reb
Moisheh, in astonishment.
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