The Melting-Pot. Israel Zangwill

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СКАЧАТЬ Quixano, defending herself with excited gesticulation. She is an old lady with a black wig, but her appearance is dignified, venerable even, in no way comic. She speaks Yiddish exclusively, that being largely the language of the Russian Pale.]

      FRAU QUIXANO

      Obber ich hob gesogt zu Kathleen——

      MENDEL [Turning and going to her]

      Yes, yes, mother, that's all right now.

      FRAU QUIXANO [In horror, perceiving her Hebrew book on the floor, where Kathleen has dropped it]

      Mein Buch!

      [She picks it up and kisses it piously.]

      MENDEL [Presses her into her fireside chair]

      Ruhig, ruhig, Mutter!

      [To Vera]

      She understands barely a word of English—she won't disturb us.

      VERA

      Oh, but I must be going—I was so long finding the house, and look! it has begun to snow!

      [They both turn their heads and look at the falling snow.]

      MENDEL

      All the more reason to wait for David—it may leave off. He can't be long now. Do sit down.

      [He offers a chair.]

      FRAU QUIXANO [Looking round suspiciously]

      Wos will die Shikseh?

      VERA

      What does your mother say?

      MENDEL [Half-smiling]

      Oh, only asking what your heathen ladyship desires.

      VERA

      Tell her I hope she is well.

      MENDEL

      Das Fräulein hofft dass es geht gut——

      FRAU QUIXANO [Shrugging her shoulders in despairing astonishment]

      Gut? Un' wie soll es gut gehen—in Amerika!

      [She takes out her spectacles, and begins slowly polishing and adjusting them.]

      VERA [Smiling]

      I understood that last word.

      MENDEL

      She asks how can anything possibly go well in America!

      VERA

      Ah, she doesn't like America.

      MENDEL [Half-smiling]

      Her favourite exclamation is "A Klog zu Columbessen!"

      VERA

      What does that mean?

      MENDEL

      Cursed be Columbus!

      VERA [Laughingly]

      Poor Columbus! I suppose she's just come over.

      MENDEL

      Oh, no, it must be ten years since I sent for her.

      VERA

      Really! But your nephew was born here?

      MENDEL

      No, he's Russian too. But please sit down, you had better get his answer at once.

      [Vera sits.]

      VERA

      I suppose you taught him music.

      MENDEL

      I? I can't play the violin. He is self-taught. In the Russian Pale he was a wonder-child. Poor David! He always looked forward to coming to America; he imagined I was a famous musician over here. He found me conductor in a cheap theatre—a converted beer-hall.

      VERA

      Was he very disappointed?

      MENDEL

      Disappointed? He was enchanted! He is crazy about America.

      VERA [Smiling]

      Ah, he doesn't curse Columbus.

      MENDEL

      My mother came with her life behind her: David with his life before him. Poor boy!

      VERA

      Why do you say poor boy?

      MENDEL

      What is there before him here but a terrible struggle for life? If he doesn't curse Columbus, he'll curse fate. Music-lessons and dance-halls, beer-halls and weddings—every hope and ambition will be ground out of him, and he will die obscure and unknown.

      [His head sinks on his breast, Frau Quixano is heard faintly sobbing over her book. The sobbing continues throughout the scene.]

      VERA [Half rising]

      You have made your mother cry.

      MENDEL

      Oh, no—she understood nothing. She always cries on the eve of the Sabbath.

      VERA [Mystified, sinking back into her chair]

      Always cries? Why?

      MENDEL [Embarrassed]

      Oh, well, a Christian wouldn't understand——

      VERA

      Yes I could—do tell me!

      MENDEL

      She knows that in this great grinding America, David and I must go out to earn our bread on Sabbath as on week-days. She never says a word to us, but her heart is full of tears.

      VERA

      Poor old woman. It was wrong of us to ask your nephew to play at the Settlement for nothing.

      MENDEL [Rising fiercely]

      If you offer him a fee, he shall not play. Did you think I was begging of you?

      VERA

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