Champagne
Dvorah (sitting down heavily on a bench, speaks in a hard and cutting voice)
I went to the village. Passed the garden with the tavern—where the music plays. Do I even hear it? Music I need! Don’t even look around—what garden? where garden? A garden I need! At home I have a girl growing a grey switch. From my business there'll be no dowery—so I trudge on! Not my eyes see, nor my ears hear…All of a sudden—a roar of laughter! I look around and see…
Saril (entering)
Here, mama’she, coal-oil. (As she starts to come forward, she sees Dvorah, and places the oil on the floor near the door.) You will fill the lamp, mama’she? (She is about to go back of the curtain.)
Gruna (to Saril)
Miriam is lying down. Her head aches.
Saril
You’ll cook potatoes, mama’she?
Dvorah (snappily)
And I don’t get a “good evening”?
Gruna
I’ll cook potatoes. (Saril takes a pot of potatoes and a knife.) It’s chilly outside, Saril.
Gruna
And what did you see, Dvorah?
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