So in the evening of the first day my father conducted us to the public baths.

As we moved along in a little procession, I was delighted with the illumination of the streets.

So many lamps, and they burned until morning, my father said, and so people did not need to carry lanterns.

In America, then, everything was free, as we had heard in Russia.

Light was free; the streets were as bright as a synagogue on a holy day.