548 BERKOWITZ
They wenf by the great Kozlov wood, wherein every tree stood silent and sad for its faded and fallen leaves. Feivke dropped behind his father, and stepped aside into the wood. He wondered : Should he run away and hide in the wood ? He would willingly stay there for the rest of his life. He would foregather with Nasta, the barrel- maker's son, he of the knocked-out eye; they would roast potatoes out in the wood, and now and again, stolen-wise, milk the village cows for their repast. Let them beat him as much as they pleased, let them kill him on the spot, nothing should induce him to leave the wood again!
But no! As Feivke walked along under the silent trees and through the fallen leaves, and perceived that the whole wood was filled through and through with a soft, clear light, and heard the rustle of the leaves beneath his step, a strange terror took hold of him. The wood had grown so sparse, the trees so dis- colored, and he should have to remain in the stillness alone, and roam about in the winter wind !
Mattes the smith had stopped, wondering, and was blinking around with his sick eyes.
"Feivke, where are you?"
Feivke appeared out of the wood.
"Feivke, to-day you mustn't go into the wood. To- day God may yet to-day you must be a good boy," said the smith, repeating his wife's words as they came to his mind, "and you must say Amen."
Feivke hung his head and Iboked at his great, bare, black feet. "But if I don't know how," he said sul- lenly.
