Tarrasch.
Now light the candles. Isn’t it?
Nanko (clapping his hands and capering).
Yes, that’s right!
Light all the little candles on the tree!
Oh, doesn’t the pistol shine, doesn’t the ring
Glitter!
Bettine.
But oh, it is like father’s ring.
He had a little piece of mother’s hair
Plaited inside it, just like that. It is
My father’s ring.
Rada.
No; there are many others,
Bettine, just like it, hundreds, hundreds of others.
Brander.