"Listen, keep what you saw to yourself."
This sobers me, and I promise seriously and faithfully to hold my tongue.
"Listen again. You are going far away, very far away, and the road is a long road."
I wonder, however should I come to travel so far? And he goes on to say:
"They will knock the Rebbe's Torah out of your head, and you will forget Father and Mother, but see you keep to your name! You are called Yüdel—remain a Jew!"
I am frightened, but cry out from the bottom of my heart:
"Surely! As surely may I live!"
Then, because my own idea clung to me, I added:
"Don't you want something to eat?"