The lights in the Jewish houses were gradually dying out, and at the same time the sounds of the merry feasting also subsided.
"Mysterious silence reigned in that terrible place.
"The gates creaked softly; the rustling of long coats was heard, touching the stones and shrubbery; finally a vague white figure appeared and slipped by like a shadow along the pathways.
"This figure knelt before one of the tombstones; three times it touched the stone with its forehead and softly whispered a prayer.
"Along the path leading from the gates came an old man, bent, limping, sighing and coughing.

He came over to the ancient tombstone, and lowered himself on his knees near the white figure that had entered before him, and he, too, whispered a prayer.
"Then heavy footsteps were heard, and a tall, impressive figure appeared on the road, clad in a white mantle, and he, too, fell down on his knees, as though unwillingly, in front of the tombstone.
"Thirteen times this was repeated.

Thirteen old men came over to the tombstone.

The doctor counted them, but he could not understand whether they were alive or dead.

A shiver crept down his back, his heart began to beat faster from fright.