And another kick in the face followed the command.

For a moment all was silent and motionless, then Rab’ Shachneh bowed

down his head, and Vasily emitted a sharp frightful cry. All of the

five toes and part of his foot had disappeared into Rab’ Shachneh’s

mouth. The two rows of teeth sank deep into the dirty, sweaty flesh.

What followed was wild and lurid, like an evil, revolting dream.

The peasants struck Rab’ Shachneh with their booted feet. They kicked

him with such fury that it resounded loud and hollow like an empty

barrel. They pulled out his beard in handfuls. They dug their nails

into his eyes and tore them out. They searched out the most sensitive

parts of his body and ripped out pieces. His body shivered, trembled,

bent and twisted. And the two rows of teeth pressed on convulsively

closer and closer, and something cracked inside the mouth, the teeth,

the bones, or perhaps both. All this while, Vasilinka raved, shrieked,

screeched like a stuck pig.

How long this lasted, the peasants did not know. They had taken no

notice of the time. It was only when they saw that Rab’ Shachneh’s body

no longer moved that they stopped at last. A shudder shook them from

head to foot when they looked into his face.

His torn out eyes hung loose near the bloody sockets. His face was

no longer recognizable; while what was left of his beard hung in

blood-congealed strands. The dead teeth, with a piece of the foot still

between them, glared like those of a dead wolf.

Vasilinka still wriggled, no longer upon the chair, but upon the

floor. His body was twisted like a snake, and from his throat came

long-drawn-out, hoarse sounds. His gray eyes grew large, dim and

glassy. It was evident that he had lost his mind.

“God help us,” the terrified peasants screamed, as they fled from the

house.

Out in the street, the pogrom, in all its beastly ferocity, was still

raging, and amidst the many noises, no one heard the broken cries of

the living man who was slowly expiring within the jaws of the dead man.

--Translated by Israel Solon.

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TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES

- Clear typos and wrong punctuation were corrected.

- Footnotes have been renumbered and moved to the end of their sections.

- Text between _underscores_ represent italics.

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