Now he, too, has a little bit of pleasure, a taste of joy, for which God be praised!
Everyone rejoices, Feigele most of all, her cheeks look rosier and fresher, her eyes darker and brighter. She sits at her machine and sews, and the whole room rings with her voice:
"Un was ich hob' gewollt, hob' ich ausgeführt, Soll ich azoi leben! Ich hob' gewollt a shenem Choson, Hot mir Gott gegeben." In the evening comes Eleazar.
"Well, what are you doing?"
"What should I be doing? Wait, I'll show you something."
"What sort of thing?"
She rises from her place, goes to the chest that stands in the stove corner, takes something out of it, and hides it under her apron. "Whatever have you got there?" he laughs.
"Why are you in such a hurry to know?" she asks, and sits down beside him, brings from under her apron a picture in fine woolwork, Adam and Eve, and shows it him, saying:
"There, now you see! It was worked by a girl I know-for me, for us. I shall hang it up in our room, opposite the bed."
"Yours or mine?"
"You wait, Eleazar! You will see the house I shall arrange for you-a paradise, I tell you, just a little paradise! Everything in it will have to shine, so that it will be a pleasure to step inside."
