THE GOD OF VENGEANCE
paid my account the day before yesterday. . . We were standing under the eaves, the rain is so fragrant. . . It washes the whole winter off your head. (Goes over to Hindel.) Just look. . . (Showing her wet hair.) How fresh it is. . . how sweet it smells. . .
Basha
At home, in my village, the first sorrel must be sprouting. Yes, at the first May rain they cook sorrel soup. . . And the goats must be grazing in the meadows. . . And the rafts must be floating on the stream. . . And Franek is getting the Gentile girls together, and dancing with them at the inn. . . And the women must surely be baking cheese-cakes for the Feast of Weeks.[1] (Silence.) Do you know what? I'm going to buy myself a new summer tippet and go home for the holidays. . . (Runs into her room, brings out a large summer hat and a long veil; she places the hat upon her wet hair and surveys herself in the looking-glass.) Just see! If I'd ever come home for the holidays rigged up in this style, and promenade down to the station. . . Goodness! They'd just burst with envy. Wouldn't they ? If only I weren't afraid of my father!
Reizel
Why? Would he hurt you?
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- ↑ Pentecost.
