There are people who have never been taught anything, and know everything, have never been anywhere, and understand everything, have never given a moment's thought to anything, and comprehend everything.
"Blessed hands" is the name bestowed on these fortunate beings. The world envies, honours and respects them.
There was such a man in our town, Kassrillevka. They called him Moshe-for-once, because, whatever he heard or saw or made, he exclaimed:
"It is such-and-such a thing for once."
A new cantor in the synagogue—he is a cantor for once.
Some one is carrying a turkey for the Passover—it is a turkey for once.
"There will be a fine frost tomorrow."
"A fine frost for once."
"There were blows exchanged at the meeting."
"Good blows for once."