In horodenka there lived also the Gloger family. People called them “the Yerischkes,” after their eighty-year-old progenitor, Yerichem. This old man’s face was always flushed and happy from the last vodka he had just tossed off. He had small, cunning, bright eyes which twinkled under his bushy eyebrows, and a thick yellowish-white beard that looked as if the wind had blown it to one side—in reality, it grew only on one side. And it looked as if it were made out of flax and wood shavings. He had eight sons, seven of whom were married; they were all glaziers and carpenters. They were simple, uneducated men, big and strong and daring.