Motl, the Cantor’s Son
It did our hearts good to see Vaytshepl. It did Pinye too much good. “Why, it’s Berdichev!” he shouted. “Children, I swear, we’re not in London at all, we’re in Berdichev!” The next thing I know he’s been given such a Berdichev that I thought it was the hospital for sure. Since then Taybl doesn’t let him take a step in London without her.
Vaytshepl…
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