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Once, at night, after the seven days of mourning, while I lay on the sacks dozing, someone came to me, the Evil One himself, and said to me, “Gimpl, why are you sleeping?”
“What should I be doing,” I…
Contributor:
Isaac Bashevis Singer
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1945