��God knows on what battlefield he must be lying
��now !
��And then there is Nathan and Joseph and Berel and
Solomon And Ephraim, the baker's boy, And Baruch and Gershen and IMendel And long-legged, sandy-haired Emanuel who fell into
the pond with me that time, While we were skating on the ice — Kartushkiya-Beroza !
I can see myself even now
In the lane on a summer's day,
Cap in hand, chasing after dragon-flies —
Suddenly, near by, sounds the noise of drums and
bugles — I know what that means ! Breathlessly I dash up the lane — It is the regiment quartered in the barracks at the
end of the town, in its annual parade on the
highway — How I would wish to be one of those gray-coated
heroes ! I watch them eager-eyed — And run after them until they reach the Gentile
Quarter — And then I turn back —
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