ABSTRACT
When I arrived in Vienna, the editor of Ha-Shahar was away. But his wife, who apparently read Hebrew, and in any case knew that I was one of the contributors to Ha-Shahar, received me warmly, as befitted a person of such standing. She told me that her husband had left for Russia two months earlier, that throughout that land terrifying pogroms had broken out against Jews, and that these pogroms had awakened a national spirit among all the Jews there to a degree that nobody had ever dreamt of. She said that her husband had been welcomed with enthusiasm everywhere, that in the very capital of Russia he had been received as no Hebrew writer had ever been received there before, and that the most enthusiastic welcome came from the students of the state universities, who had held a great banquet in his honor and presented him with a gold pen in token of their affection and respect. "According to the most recent letters I've had," she concluded, "my husband should be back home in about two weeks."
