Yom Kippur Vladimir Korolenko The Day of Judgment
Impressive short novel that I bought a few years ago in the Riudavets store. I read it again the night of June. Yom Kippur according to legend, the devil descends to earth, enters the synagogue and seizes this Israelite who has not respected, between the years, the mandates of the Torah.
This time, it was Yankel's turn to be the innkeeper of a village in deep Ukraine. He takes him between his mud and flies with him to hell. He disappears on the horizon transformed first into a kingfisher, then into an albatross to become, very small, a sparrow. It is the Jewish devil: Japún, the demon of the Israelites who speaks only Yiddish and has nothing to do with the devil of the Christians, the one who tempted the Xtos and raised them to the pinnacle of the temple... Do let these stones become in the loaves... Throw yourself from above because the angels will be below and they will gather between their wings and you will come out unscathed... Get away from me Satan. Only your God will worship, etc.
The entire Jewish community of Novokomenka was gathered in the synagogue, screaming in fear, tearing their clothes, some covering their heads with ashes, wearing sackcloth. Japun, ignoring the screams, grabbed bartender YANKEL by the hair and carried them through the skies as if it were a helicopter.
Because? He poured water into the vodka, lent with forty percent wear, and the poor "cristianini" (peasants) returned home with empty pockets, talking with the lampposts, beating their wives and starving their children. Japan was unable to carry out his abduction. There was a spell.
If a Christian saw it flying towards kyiv, he could utter these magic words:
let it be mine
Listening to the spell, Japun, frightened by the sign of the cross, let go of his prey and it fell from a disemboweled height to the ground, against the top of a pine tree, or into the waters of the Dnieper. Certain death.
On that Yom Kippur day, there was no one on the roads and the innkeeper Yankel would fly off to hell without remission.
However, there was a miller in the village who did the same thing as Yankel.
He traded with the maquilas and had a girlfriend, Galia, who was very beautiful, and he didn't want to marry her because she was poor.
On the evening of Yom Kippur, he sings vespers like the best cantor in the churches of Moscow, in a deep, deep voice, the priest invites him to his home for a drink at the end of the services.
After the agape he returned to his mill, his legs did not obey him when the right pulled to one side, the left took the opposite path and it was difficult to keep his balance.
It was a beautiful October night, the miller spoke to the stars, he saw a ball in the sky (the devil took the innkeeper, first he looked like a vulture, then like a dove and finally a sparrow) Well, one less Jew.
Let him go to hell... Chorti.
Total; the miller, who was the richest in town, manages to take over the tavern.
The masterful story is threaded into a series of skillful runs in which very strange things happen told with the magic of the Russian language. The other day of atonement the devil comes back and brings back Yankel who had been forgiven and acquitted from hell because the demons said
What Jewish innkeeper doesn't wash down the wine? It's nothing, man, and he tries to take the miller away, but the beautiful Galia saves him by saying the words of the spell, and the story ends well.
The Jews return to their stalls to lend money, sell good cloth and good vodka, sweetening it for more profit. They always sell us the badly coated mule. And Christians to cultivate the land, drink more than necessary and beat the parent. Human beings do not change.
This little novel is a plea against anti-Semitism, against alcoholism, usury and gender violence.
The art of Korolenko, who writes in Russian, being born in kyiv, has an irremediable relevance: the importance of the Ukrainian ghettos and their banking preponderance under the empire of the tsars. Ukraine is Russian.
Will the next Yom Kippur take the "chorti" (Russian devil) or Japun into its clutches the son of the shoemaker of Lvod, Valdemar Zelenski, who delivered his country to Russophobic hatred and revenge?
We in the West do not know the history of Russia. It is the people who carry with their sufferings the cross of Xto. Commentators dominated by North American propaganda speak through the mouth of a goose adding oil to this pyre capable of plunging the world into a sea of flames.
A dangerous game full of lies and infamy. They want to crucify the Ukrainian people and the Russian people, two sister nations or, if you prefer, one nation.
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