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‘Father, father,’ the children said, ‘give away everything so that we die not in this cell of fear and hunger.’

But even had I wished, I could do nothing from behind barred doors. Our shouting was useless. At last I attracted a warder who was watching in the corridor. ‘Bring me a Jew,’ I cried; ‘I wish to tell him of our plight.’ And he answered: ‘Hold your peace if you don’t want your teeth knocked out. Recognise that you are a prisoner. You know well what is required of you.’

Yes, I thought, my money or my life.

On the third day our sufferings became almost insupportable, and the Russian cold seized on our bodies, and our strength began to fail. We looked upon the cell as our tomb, and on Kazelia as the Angel of Death. Here, it seemed, we were to die of hunger. We lost hope of seeing the sun. For well we know Russia. Who seeks Truth finds Death more easily. As the Russian proverb says, ‘If you want to know Truth, you will know Death.’

At length the warder seemed to take pity on our cries, and brought again the two Jews. ‘For the last time we tell you. Give us money, and we will do you a kindness. We have been seized with compassion for your family.’

So I said no more, but gave them all they asked, and Elzas Kazelia came and said to me rebukingly: ‘It is a characteristic of the Jew never to part with his money unless chastised.’ I said to Elzas Kazelia: ‘I thought you were an honourable, pious Jew. How could you treat a poor family so?’

He answered me: ‘An honourable, pious Jew must also make a little money.’

Thereupon he conducted us from the prison, and sent for a conveyance. No sooner had we seated ourselves than he demanded six roubles. Well, what could I do? I had fallen among thieves, and must part with my money. We drove to a small room, and remained there two hours, for which we had to pay three roubles, as the preparations for our crossing were apparently incomplete. When we finally got to the frontier–in this case a shallow river–they warned us not even to sneeze, for if the soldiers heard we should be shot without more ado. I had to strip in order to wade through the water, and several men carried over my family. My two bundles, with all my belongings, consisting of clothes and household treasures, remained, however, on the Russian side. Suddenly a wild disorder arose. ‘The soldiers! The soldiers! Hide! Hide! In the bushes! In the bushes!’

When all was still again–though no soldiers became visible–the men went back for the baggage, but brought back only one bundle. The other, worth over a hundred roubles, had disappeared. Wailing helped nothing. Kazelia said: ‘Hold your peace. Here, too, dangers lurk.’

I understood the game, but felt completely helpless in his hands. He drove us to his house, and our remaining bundle was deposited there. Later, when I walked into the town, I went to the Rabbi and complained. Said he: ‘What can I do with such murderers? You must reconcile yourself to the loss.’

I went back to my family at Kazelia’s house, and he cautioned me against going into the street. On my way I had met a man who said he would charge twenty-eight roubles each for our journey to London. So Kazelia was evidently afraid I might yet fall into honester hands.

Then we began to talk with him of London, for it is better to deal with the devil you know than the devil you don’t know. Said he: ‘It will cost you thirty-three roubles each.’ I said: ‘I have had an offer of twenty-eight roubles, but you I will give thirty.’ ‘Hoi, hoi!‘ shrieked he. ‘On a Jew a lesson is lost. It is just as at the frontier: you wouldn’t give eighty roubles, and it cost you double. You want the same again. One daren’t do a Jew a favour.’