ABSTRACT
The wedding ended, and the Rabbi sank down into an armchair. Then he left the room and saw tables set up all along the length of the courtyard. There were so many of them that they stretched their tail past the gate and out onto Hospital Street. Covered with velvet, the tables wound through the courtyard like snakes, to whose bellies patches of all colors had been applied, and they sang in deep voices, these patches of orange and red velvet.
