The Stranger
The Young Man
Is that your whole business?
Mordcha
Somehow, my hands don’t lift themselves to anything better.
The Old Man
One mustn’t lose courage.
Mordcha
In what do you deal?
The Old Man
We deal in grain.
The Young Man
We carry on a big business.
Mordcha
Yes, if one could only get that far.
The Old Man
But times are bad. Business is falling off.
Mordcha
And where are you going now, also on business?
The Old Man
Yes. This time on his account—on my son’s account.
Fraidele
Papa, I just threw in some more wood and I’m afraid it will get too hot in the oven.
The Old Woman
Sh! Don’t disturb them. Let them talk there. We'll fix it between us, somehow. Just look after the bread that it doesn’t run over.
Mordcha
My little one isn’t well—struggling along without a mother!
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