Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 28, 2025
Among the warm-hearted soldiers was Simcha Kalimann. High hopes and golden dreams were succeeded by despondency and disillusion; then supervened years of impatient waiting, a standing with folded arms when so much remained to be done, a time of despair, of restless suffering. But the Jew had acquired his franchise, and gratefully he remembered those to whom he owed this priceless blessing.
"You'll ruin me, Shemuel!" moaned Simcha, wringing her hands. "You'd give away the shirt off your skin to a pack of good-for-nothing Schnorrers." "Yes, if they had only their skin in the world. Why not?" said the old Rabbi, a pacific gleam in his large gazelle-like eyes. "Perhaps my coat may have the honor to cover Elijah the prophet." "Elijah the prophet!" snorted Simcha.
"Aha!" snorted Simcha triumphantly. "And says not the Talmud," put in the Pole as if he were on the family council, "'Flay a carcass in the streets rather than be under an obligation'?" This with supreme unconsciousness of any personal application.
She burst out weeping. David took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Then he went out hurriedly. Hannah wept on her father holding her hand in piteous silence. "Oh, it is cruel, your religion," she sobbed. "Cruel, cruel!" "Hannah! Shemuel! Where are you?" suddenly came the excited voice of Simcha from the passage. "Come and look at the lovely fowls I've bought and such Metsiahs.
"Elijah has sense enough to stay in heaven and not go wandering about shivering in the fog and frost of this God-accursed country." The old Rabbi answered, "Atschew!" "For thy salvation do I hope, O Lord," murmured Simcha piously in Hebrew, adding excitedly in English, "Ah, you'll kill yourself, Shemuel." She rushed upstairs and returned with another coat and a new terror.
She had an instant conviction that it was all over with poor Levi. "My poor lamb!" cried the Rebbitzin, the coffee-cup dropping from her nerveless hand. "Simcha," said Reb Shemuel sternly, "calm thyself; we have no son to lose. The Holy One blessed be He! hath taken him from us. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh. Blessed be the name of the Lord." Hannah rose. Her face was white and resolute.
"Methinks thou art little inferior," said Simcha, "for thou retainest little enough thereof. Let Pinchas get nothing for himself, 'tis his affair, but, if he wants my Hannah, he must get something for her. Were the fathers of the Mishna also fathers of families?" "Certainly; is it not a command 'Be fruitful and multiply'?" "And how did their families live?" "Many of our sages were artisans."
He invariably approached a subject with a refreshing originality, and on one occasion maintained with an obstinacy born of conviction that the reason Moses had prohibited the Jews from eating pork was because he had discovered the trichina. Simcha Kalimann had taken upon himself the office of censor in his village, as may be seen by the following incident.
"Only you let him talk so much; you let everybody talk and bamboozle you." Reb Shemuel drew the hand that fondled his beard in his own, feeling the fresh warm skin with a puzzled look. "The hands are the hands of Hannah," he said, "but the voice is the voice of Simcha." Hannah laughed merrily. "All right, dear, I won't scold you any more.
Simcha made a sceptical mouth, knowing that it was she and nobody else whose economies would provide for the due celebration of the Sabbath. Only by a constant course of vigilance, mendacity and petty peculation at her husband's expense could she manage to support the family of four comfortably on his pretty considerable salary.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking