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Updated: May 14, 2025
"Leon mamma I got out here an old friend Sol Ginsberg you remember, mamma, from brasses " "Abrahm not now " "Go way with your 'not now! I want Leon should meet him. Sol, this is him a little grown-up from such a Nebich like you remember him nu? Sarah, you remember Sol Ginsberg? Say I should ask you if you remember your right hand? Ginsberg & Esel, the firm.
At only five years, our Leon all by himself cries for a fiddle get it for him, Abrahm get it for him!" "I tell you, Sarah, I got a crazy woman for a wife! It ain't enough we celebrate eight birthdays a year with one-dollar presents each time and copper goods every day higher.
'Dollar fifteen, I says anything so he should shut up with his hollering for what he seen in the window." "He seen something in the window he wanted, Abrahm?" "Didn't I tell you? A feedle! A four-dollar feedle! A moosicer, so we should have another feedler in the family for some thirty-cents lessons." "Abrahm you mean he our Leon wanted a violin?" "'Wanted, she says.
How could I know it was the monkey he wanted? When Isadore wouldn't take it, I prayed my next one and then my next one should have the talent. I've prayed for it, Abrahm. If he wants a violin, please, he should have it." "Not with my money." "With mine! I've got enough saved, Abrahm. Them three extra dollars right here inside my own waist, that I saved toward that cape down on Grand Street.
At slightly after six Abrahm Kantor returned, leading by a resisting wrist Leon Kantor, his stemlike little legs, hit midship, as it were, by not sufficiently cut-down trousers and so narrow and birdlike of face that his eyes quite obliterated the remaining map of his features, like those of a still wet nestling. All except his ears.
You remember, mamma, from brasses " "Abrahm not now " "Go 'way with your 'not now'! I want Leon should meet him. Sol, this is him a little grown up from such a nebich like you remember him nu? Sarah, you remember Sol Ginsberg? Say I should ask you if you remember your right hand! Ginsberg & Esel, the firm.
To enter Abrahm Kantor's Brasses was three steps down, so that his casement show-window, at best filmed over with the constant rain of dust ground down from the rails above, was obscure enough, but crammed with the copied loot of khedive and of czar. The seven-branch candlestick so Biblical and supplicating of arms. An urn, shaped like Rebecca's, of brass all beaten over with little poks.
"Now, you little Chammer, you got a feedle, and if you ever let me hear you holler again for a feedle, by golly if I don't " From his corner, Leon Kantor reached out, taking the instrument and fitting it beneath his chin, the bow immediately feeling, surely and lightly for string. "Look, Abrahm! He knows how to hold it! What did I tell you?
How could I know it was the monkey he wanted? When Isadore wouldn't take to it I prayed my next one, and then my next one, should have the talent. I've prayed for it, Abrahm. If he wants a violin, please, he should have it." "Not with my money." "With mine! I've got enough saved, Abrahm. Them three extra dollars right here inside my own waist. Just that much for that cape down on Grand Street.
"Hush it!" cried Mr. Kantor, his free hand raised in threat of descent, and cowering his small son to still more undersized proportions. "Hush it or, by golly! I'll " "Abrahm Abrahm what is it?" Then Mr. Kantor gave vent in acridity of word and feature. "Schlemmil!" he cried. "Momser! Ganef!
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