“Red-haired Fishel, the grandson of the old shochet Isaac, came running as soon as I opened the shop.” “Sholom, Uncle Ephraim,” Fishel greeted, without even having time to catch his breath. - Oh, Uncle Ephraim, they came to you there from Yerushalaym itself. At first I thought that Gita had arrived, and I was happy, and I wanted to immediately run towards her, my youngest, my berry. But then I realized that Gita would only come on Rosh Chodesh, the first day of the month of Adar. And I was upset and almost burst into tears, because there were still three days left before Rosh Chodesh, little did I know, when every morning I counted these days. So I told the red-haired grandson of old Isaac..."