riches. There in the yard Life is waiting for you—and you, blind man, you close the door against it. Dance, David, dance,— Death has lifted the bow and is waiting for you. Be more graceful, David Leizer, more graceful; round out your steps more neatly! DAVID. What do you want of me? ANATHEMA. Return to God that which God has given to you. DAVID. CONTENTS Darkly. Has God given me anything? ANATHEMA. Every rouble in your pocket is a knife which you thrust into the heart of the hungry. Distribute your fortune to the poor, give bread to the hungry, and you will conquer Death. DAVID. No one gave a crust of bread to David when he was hungry. By satisfying their hunger, will I still the hunger that is in my bones? ANATHEMA. In them your own hunger will be stilled. DAVID. Shall I get back my health and my strength? ANATHEMA. In them you will be strong. DAVID.
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