قراءة كتاب Neighbors: Life Stories of the Other Half
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Neighbors: Life Stories of the Other Half
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ILLUSTRATIONS
| “Little Louisa’s fingers were nimbler than her mother’s. She was only eight, but she soon learned to tie a plume” | Frontispiece |
| FACING PAGE | |
| “He tied his feet together with the prayer shawl, and looked once upon the rising sun” | 9 |
| “There he stood, indifferent, bored if anything, shiftless” | 64 |
| “If Kate sees it, she steals up behind her, and, putting two affectionate arms around her neck, whispers in her ear, ‘I love oo, Grannie’” | 80 |
| “When we had set up a Christmas tree together, to the wild delight of the children” | 95 |
| “Please, your Honor, let this man go! It is Christmas” | 153 |
NEIGHBORS
THE ANSWER OF LUDLOW STREET
“You get the money, or out you go! I ain’t in the business for me health,” and the bang of the door and the angry clatter of the landlord’s boots on the stairs, as he went down, bore witness that he meant what he said.
Judah Kapelowitz and his wife sat and looked silently at the little dark room when the last note of his voice had died away in the hall. They knew it well enough—it was their last day of grace. They were two months behind with the rent, and where it was to come from neither of them knew. Six years of struggling in the Promised Land, and this was what it had brought them.
A hungry little cry roused the woman from her apathy. She went over and took the baby and put it mechanically to her poor breast. Holding it so, she sat by the window and looked out upon the gray November day. Her husband had not stirred. Each avoided the question in the other’s eyes, for neither had an answer.
They were young people as men reckon age in happy days, Judah scarce past thirty; but it is not always the years that count in Ludlow Street. Behind that and the tenement stretched the endless days of suffering in their Galician home, where the Jew was hated and despised as the one thrifty trader of the country, tortured alike by drunken peasant and cruel noble when