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Moreover, he belonged to the old school and sincerely abhorred all learning that savored of the gentiles. He therefore peremptorily forbade his son's entertaining such an impious purpose. In this emergency Rabbi Winenki's eloquence was brought into requisition.
The Jews should feel his power. The detachment of soldiers having seen their Russian prisoners safely on the road to oblivion, now directed their attention to the Jewish quarter. Mordecai Winenki's house stood not far from the head of the street. No need to knock for admittance. A Jew was not allowed to lock his door, the better to give his sociable neighbors an opportunity of molesting him.
"We are safe for the moment, father," he said; "it will be some time before the rabble returns this way. I shall change my wet clothing, and while you guard the house, I will go to Rabbi Winenki's. Perhaps he needs my assistance." "Go, my boy," answered the old man; "and God be with you."
The poor Israelites feared to stir from their homes; they sat in prayer during the entire day and fasted as on the Day of Atonement. Towards night, the door of Rabbi Winenki's house was suddenly thrown open, and Joseph Kierson, haggard and travel-stained, entered. "What are you doing here?" ejaculated both the Rabbi and Kathinka, in a breath. "Has there been a riot in Berditchef?" queried Mendel.
At the windows of Winenki's house stood the women, their faces blanched with fear as they looked upon the blood-thirsty army without. "Down with the door!" shouted Loris, and a dozen ready hands shook the door upon its fastenings. Suddenly the men stopped in their mad work. Mikail the monk had rushed into their midst.
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