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Lebele is not happy, and feels sadly perplexed at the behavior of his elders.
Late in the evening, he comes home from Cheder. The sun has already set, the street is cheerful and merry, the cockchafers whizz and, flying, hit him on the nose, the ear, the forehead.
He would like to play about a bit in the street, let them have supper without him, but he is afraid of his father. His father is a kind man when he talks to strangers, he is so gentle, so considerate, so confidential. But to him, to Lebele, he is very unkind, always shout- ing at him, and if Lebele comes from Cheder a few minutes late, he will be angry.
"Where have you been, my fine fellow? Have you business anywhere?"
Now go and tell him that it is not at all so bad out in the street, that it's a pleasure to hear how the cock- chafers whirr, that even the hits they give you on the wing are friendly, and mean, "Hallo, old fellow!" Of course it's a wild absurdity ! It amuses him, because he is only a little boy, while his father is a great man, who trades in wood and corn, and who always knows the current prices when a thing is dearer and when it is cheaper. His father can speak the Gentile lan- guage, and drive bargains, his father understands the Prussian weights. Is that a man to be thought lightly of? Go and tell him, if you dare, that it's delightful now out in the street.
And Lebele hurries straight home. When he haa reached it, his father asks him how many chapters he has mastered, and if he answers five, his father hums
