<Once upon a time there was an old drunkard woman in Soroki who sold seeds on the hill near the synagogue. A bottle of denaturated alcohol was always near her stool as she preferred it to any other spirit.

Once, at the end of summer, I was going back from work barefooted.>

Ivanykha barred my way and yelled swinging with the bottle of denaturated alcohol, "Aha! The time finally came when you, deadbeats, are going barefooted! No more of riding the workers' back!

"When you are dead from drunkenness I will have a house earned with my own hands...