“You will see, Jew, how I will flog you.”
“If you give me one blow I will return you ten,” replied Isaiah Fomitch valiantly.
“Scurvy Jew.”
“As scurvy as you like; I have in any case plenty of money.”
“Bravo! Isaiah Fomitch. We must take care of you. You are the only Jew we have; but they will send you to Siberia all the same.”
“I am already in Siberia.”
“They will send you farther on.”
“Is not the Lord God there?”
“Of course, he is everywhere.”
“Well, then! With the Lord God, and money, one has all that is necessary.”