Of course, there are uglier girls than she is, but—Go, Rosochka, go over there, take your work—What is there for a poor and ugly girl to do but work? Go, my poor Rosochka, go.
Rosa takes some rags to mend and disappears behind the counter. Silence.
ANATHEMA.
Is it long since you have this store, madam Leizer?
SARAH.
Calmed down.
Thirty years already, ever since David became sick. A misfortune happened to him when he served in the army,—he was trampled by horses and they crushed his chest.
ANATHEMA.
Was David a soldier?
BEZKRAINY.