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"Silence!" shouted the engineer, going red in the face, and beginning to shake, and his shout echoed through the garden. When I was busy in the garden or the yard, Moissey would stand with his hands behind his back and stare at me impertinently with his little eyes. And this used to irritate me to such an extent that I would put aside my work and go away.
"As if the Russian terrorists did not have the masses back of them! The peasantry and the educated classes are with them." "How do you know they are?" Moissey asked, with a good-natured, but patronizing, smile
I thought Moissey crazy, but I must confess that his views on literature were not without influence upon my tastes. I did not do much reading in these days, so I may not have become aware of it at once. But at a later period, when I did do much reading, Moissey's opinions came back to me and I seemed to find myself in accord with them
It was this woman who got me interested in good, modern fiction. The books she selected for me interested me greatly. Then it was that the remarks I had heard from Moissey Tevkin came to my mind. They were illuminating Most of the people at my hotel are German-American Jews. I know other Jews of this class. I contribute to their charity institutions.
He got tired of it and went back to Dubechnia, and some time later I was told by the peasants that he had been inciting them to kill Moissey one night and rob Mrs. Cheprakov. My father has got very old and bent, and just takes a little walk in the evening near his house.
One had nearly thrown the other, who was resisting with all his might. And both were breathing heavily. "Let go!" said one of them and I recognised Ivan Cheprakov. It was he who had cried out in a thin, falsetto voice. "Let go, damn you, or I'll bite your hands!" The other man I recognised as Moissey. I parted them and could not resist hitting Moissey in the face twice.
It was as if the Catskill episode had never taken place and she were now seeing me for the first time I met Moissey and his wife at my next visit. He was a man of thirty-two or more, tall, wiry, nervous, with large, protruding, dark eyes. He was "a dentist by profession and a Russian social democrat by religion," as his father introduced him to me
And in a corner Moissey would stand, and it seemed to us that he delighted in our discomfiture. "We won't cart any more!" the peasants shouted. "We are tired to death! Let her go and cart it herself!"
Shortly after that opera night Tevkin provided a box at one of the Jewish theaters for a play by Jacob Gordin I was quite chummy with the girls. They would jokingly call me "Mr. Capitalist" and, despite their father's protests, "bleed" me for all sorts of contributions. One of these came near embroiling me with Moissey.
The thought of Tevkin reading these reports and of Anna hearing of them hurt me cruelly. I could see Moissey reveling in the hisses with which my name was greeted. And Elsie? Did she take part in some of the demonstrations against me? Were she and Anna collecting funds for my striking employees? The reports in the American papers also were inclined to favor the strikers.
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