The Forever Street
A Novel
Chapter One
On a gusty april day in 1873 Dr. Nassig pulled up his trouser cuffs against some mud. This mud was unmitigatedly rural, though only a morning's ride away from Vienna by an old horse. With some fastidiousness the doctor stepped from a covered wagon down into the village of Varungy. His Pekingese protested. It could not follow its master because the Gypsy driver held its silk collar. The kiss Dr. Nassig blew the dog stopped the barking and confused three women by the well.
Dr. Nassig walked straight to the door of the synagogue where Rabbi Asher Kohn gripped the brim of his hat with both hands. The wind wanted the hat. It billowed the blacksmith's apron of young Berek Spiegelglass, who was nailing a lock onto the synagogue's door.
Dr. Nassig gave a French bow before the rabbi. "M ... read full excerpt from The Forever Street: A Novel ebook
