|Yakov, his new|
wife, Rita and Rimka
Tashkent was like nothing she ever experienced, yet she loved all of it: the heat of the streets, and the lush abundance of the gardens, the fruit growing everywhere. There were always people and the music playing at her parents' house. Her dad and step-mother would hug her between them and dance to the latest record.
|Jacob and his wife, Anna.|
The Grandfather was a grouchy, coughing, ever with his nose in the Talmud, presence. Once Jacob told him that, he couldn't catch his boys when he wanted to punish them. The Grandfather consulted the rabbi. The next morning, he and Jacob put the rabbi's advice to a test. Before the kids have woken up, the grown-ups tiptoed to their beds, yanked the blankets off and started to whip them with the belts! The mother, hearing the children's screams and the adults' shouts, flew to her brood's defense. She put herself between the belts and the boys, catching the blows on her back and yelling at her husband, who adored her, to stop the punishment. In a few minutes the boys were sitting in their sheets, still wiping tears and watching their father first hugging his wife in remorse, then admonishing her. She called him a crazy Pollack and kissed his cheeks and shoulders.