If he got a slice of boiled fish after his glassful, he gulped it down as a chicken gulps worms, smacked his lips explosively, and wiped his fingers on his unkempt locks.

Then, thanking his master and mistress, and scraping and bowing, he backed out of the room and ascended to his roost once more; and in less time than it takes to write his name, the simple fellow was asleep, and snoring the snore of the just.
On Sabbath morning almost everybody went to synagogue, and those who did not, read their prayers and devotions at home.

Dinner, at midday, was a pleasant and leisurely meal in our house.

Between courses my father led us in singing our favorite songs, sometimes Hebrew, sometimes Yiddish, sometimes Russian, or some of the songs without words for which the Hasidim were famous.

In the afternoon we went visiting, or else we took long walks out of town, where the fields sprouted and the orchards waited to bloom.