He cut himself a slice and ate it standing; and then, noticing the thin, lean rebbe, he invited him, by a gesture, to help himself to the sausage.

The rebbe put his hands behind his coat tails, declining the traveller's hospitality.

The traveller forgot the other, and walked up and down, ready in his fur coat and cap, till his carriage should arrive.

The sausage remained on the table, thick and spicy and brown.

No such sausage was known in Polotzk.