At Night

David Bergelson

1915

At night once, I awoke in the dark, crowded, loudly snoring railroad car; instantly I saw him on the seat across from me and instantly I recognized him. There he sat, the old, familiar night-Jew, who, whenever he travels on a train, can never sleep at night; and when he can’t sleep at night, he bores you, and when he bores you, he looks for…

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