39/69 It was so wonderful--Well, there were no words in my head to say it, but it meant that Vanka abused me only because _he did not understand_. If he could feel with my heart, if he could be a little Jewish boy for one day, I thought, he would know--he would know. If he could understand about David the Substitute, now, without being told, as I understood. If he could wake in my place on Sabbath morning, and feel his heart break in him with a strange pain, because a Jew had dishonored the law of Moses, and God was bending down to pardon him. Oh, why could I not make Vanka understand? |