Oh, how wonderful it is to cry along with the rest of them! While the men were at the funeral of my dear Shekure’s father, the women, kith and kin, spouses and friends, gathered in the house and shed their tears, and I, too, beat my chest in m a with them. Now wailing in unison with the pretty maiden beside me, leaning on her and swaying bad forth; n in a pletely different frame of mind, I was deeply touched by my own woes and pitiful life. If I could cry like this just once a week, I thought, I might fet how I had to roam the streets all day just to make ends meet, fet being mocked for my weight and my Jewishness and be reborn an even more chattermouth Esther.
I like social gatherings because I eat to my heart’s tent, and, at the same time, fet that I’m the black sheep of the crowd. I love the baklava, mint dy, marzipan bread and fruit leather of holidays; the pilaf with meat and the tea-cup pastries of circumcision ceremonies; drinking sour-cherry……（内容加载失败！）
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