The Melting-Pot. Israel Zangwill

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      There will always be the scar on his shoulder to remind him—whenever the wound twinges, it brings up these terrible faces and visions.

      VERA

      Is it on his right shoulder?

      MENDEL

      No—on his left. For a violinist that is even worse.

      VERA

      Ah, of course—the weight and the fingering.

      [Subconsciously placing and fingering an imaginary violin.]

      MENDEL

      That is why I fear so for his future—he will never be strong enough for the feats of bravura that the public demands.

      VERA

      The wild beasts! I feel more ashamed of my country than ever. But there's his symphony.

      MENDEL

      And who will look at that amateurish stuff? He knows so little of harmony and counterpoint—he breaks all the rules. I've tried to give him a few pointers—but he ought to have gone to Germany.

      VERA

      Perhaps it's not too late.

      MENDEL [Passionately]

      Ah, if you and your friends could help him! See—I'm begging after all. But it's not for myself.

      VERA

      My father loves music. Perhaps he—but no! he lives in Kishineff. But I will think—there are people here—I will write to you.

      MENDEL [Fervently]

      Thank you! Thank you!

      VERA

      Now you must go to him. Good-bye. Tell him I count upon him for the Concert.

      MENDEL

      How good you are!

      [He follows her to the street-door.]

      VERA [At door]

      Say good-bye for me to your mother—she seems asleep.

      MENDEL [Opening outer door]

      I am sorry it is snowing so.

      VERA

      We Russians are used to it.

      [Smiling, at exit]

      Good-bye—let us hope your David will turn out a Rubinstein.

      MENDEL [Closing the doors softly]

      I never thought a Russian Christian could be so human.

      [He looks at the clock.]

      Gott in Himmel—my dancing class!

      [He hurries into the overcoat hanging on the hat-rack. Re-enter David, having composed himself, but still somewhat dazed.]

      DAVID

      She is gone? Oh, but I have driven her away by my craziness. Is she very angry?

      MENDEL

      Quite the contrary—she expects you at the Concert, and what is more——

      DAVID [Ecstatically]

      And she understood! She understood my Crucible of God! Oh, uncle, you don't know what it means to me to have somebody who understands me. Even you have never understood——

      MENDEL [Wounded]

      Nonsense! How can Miss Revendal understand you better than your own uncle?

      DAVID [Mystically exalted]

      I can't explain—I feel it.

      MENDEL

      Of course she's interested in your music, thank Heaven. But what true understanding can there be between a Russian Jew and a Russian Christian?

      DAVID

      What understanding? Aren't we both Americans?

      MENDEL

      Well, I haven't time to discuss it now.

      [He winds his muffler round his throat.]

      DAVID

      Why, where are you going?

      MENDEL [Ironically]

      Where should I be going—in the snow—on the eve of the Sabbath? Suppose we say to synagogue!

      DAVID

      Oh, uncle—how you always seem to hanker after those old things!

      MENDEL [Tartly]

      Nonsense!

      [He takes his umbrella from the stand.]

      I don't like to see our people going to pieces, that's all.

      DAVID

      Then why did you come to America? Why didn't you work for a Jewish land? You're not even a Zionist.

      MENDEL

      I can't argue now. There's a pack of giggling schoolgirls waiting to waltz.

      DAVID

      The fresh romping young things! Think of their happiness! I should love to play for them.

      MENDEL [Sarcastically]

      I can see you are yourself again.

      [He opens the street-door—turns back.]

      What about your own lesson? Can't we go together?

      DAVID

      I must first write down what is singing in my soul—oh, uncle, it seems as if I knew suddenly what was wanting in my music!

      MENDEL [Drily]

      Well, don't forget what is wanting in the house! The rent isn't paid yet.

      [Exit through street-door. As he goes out, he touches and kisses the Mezuzah on the door-post, with a subconsciously antagonistic revival of religious impulse. David opens his desk, takes out a pile of musical СКАЧАТЬ