Champagne
Dvorah
How can you talk that way?
Gruna
How then shall I talk?
Dvorah
Without even saying “‘of blessed memory”. Or “departed this life” one should say!
Gruna
All one—‘‘departed this life” or ‘‘dead”! Bury him they did...
Dvorah
Gathered to his fathers…
Gruna
Let it be so “gathered to his fathers.” But me —he left with three little orphans—daughters…
Dvorah
What a pity, nebich, to die without leaving to the world a son!
Gruna
Three daughters. The oldest…
Dvorah (with a glance toward the curtain)
Miriam.
Gruna
Was nineteen years old…
Dvorah
Among decent folk such a one is already a bride.
Gruna
But with us—there was no bread—to say nothing of cake.
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