Famous as none of the Jewish writers of his time. Every Jewish family considered it necessary to buy a thin five-kopeck brochure with his story on Saturday, otherwise it would not be Saturday. “I am asked by those who know me and see me every day when I write? I really don’t know myself. This is how I write: on the go, on the run, sitting in someone else’s office, on a tram, and just when they fool me about some forest, or an expensive estate, some factory - just then beautiful images and the best thoughts take shape, but you can’t tear yourself away for a minute, not for a single moment, to capture it all on paper - all your commercial affairs would burn out! The whole world would burn! And then the wife comes and talks about rent, about money for law studies at the gymnasium; the butcher is a gentleman, he agrees to wait; the shopkeeper is a scoundrel - he refuses to give credit; the lawyer threatens to describe the chairs (stupid! he doesn’t know that they have been described for a long time)..."