how much?
yes, very remarkable.
god has cursed us.
traitle groshkover has been dead for three years.
you talked to a dybbuk. traitle groshkover died of typhus in pesel bunim's house. pesel told me-she sat shiva for him.
my husband said he offered you soup.
i knew it.
no. a dybbuk doesn't eat.
pesel always worried. your corpse was left unattended for many minutes when pesel's father broke shiva and left the room-it must have been then that the evil one- she breaks off to spit at the mention of the evil one. -took you!
oh yes? look, husband.
what do you say now about spirits? he is unharmed!
nonsense, velvel.  she walks to the door.  blessed is the lord. good riddance to evil and shuts it against the wind.