Young little angels with sparkling eyes, gold-worked wings, and silver slippers rushed out to receive Bontsie with joy! The buzzing of their wings, the clatter of their slippers, and the merry laughter of the young, fresh, and rosy little mouths filled the heavens and reached the Seat of Honor, and God himself knew that Bontsie Silent was coming!
Father Abraham placed himself at the gate of Heaven, and he stretched out his right hand for a friendly "Peace be with you!" and a sweet smile lit up his old face!
What are they rolling there in Heaven?
Two angels are rolling into Paradise an armchair of pure gold on wheels for Bontsie!
What caused that lightning?
They are carrying a golden crown, all set in the most precious stones! All for Bontsie!
—Noch var'n Psak vun Bess-din-schel-majle? frägen die Zadikim verwundert un' nischt gār ohn' Kine.
—Oh! entwern die Malochim, dās wet sein a proste, puste Forme! Gegen Bonzje Schweig wet afile der Katēgor kēin Wort in Maul nischt gefin'en! Die Djele wet dauern fünf Minut!
Ihr spielt sich mit Bonzje Schweig?
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