On March 9, the Jewish Museum in Tel Aviv, Israel reopened. Previously, the museum spent about 100 million US dollars to refurbish. The museum has added a matching service for distant relatives. Visitors can use electronic bracelets to explore cultural elements related to themselves and have the opportunity to find relatives who are related by blood.
he big holidays were getting closer and closer. The teacher, serious by nature, became stricter and more demanding from day to day, because his school was supposed to honor the fateful, great day of the examination. His rod and ruler never came to rest, at least with the smaller students. Only the big boys and the young ladies from Sunday school escaped chastisement. And Mr. Dobson’s beating was worth something among brothers, because although he hid a completely bald and shiny skull under his wig, he was still in the strongest manhood and the strength of his muscles left nothing to be desired. As the big day drew nearer and nearer, all the tyranny that slumbered within it came to light. He punished the slightest omissions and mistakes with cruel gusto. The consequence of this was that the children spent their days in horror and torment, their nights forging sinister plans for revenge. They never missed an opportunity to play a trick on the teacher, but the teacher always remained the master. The punishment given to each such The small act of revenge that followed was so magnificent, so devastating, that the boys left the battlefield completely “defeated” each time. At last a conspiracy arose and a plan was hatched that promised the most brilliant victory. The conspirators took the painter’s son into trust, who was his father’s apprentice, explained the plan to him and asked for his help. He now had his own reasons for joining the plan of revenge, for the teacher lived in the house of the house painter and had given the boy enough cause for the most thorough hatred. The teacher’s wife wanted to visit the country in the next few days and so nothing stood in the way of carrying out the plan.
When the time was fulfilled the great event occurred. At eight o’clock in the evening the schoolhouse shone in the glow of the candles and in the decoration of the threads of leaves and flowers. The teacher was enthroned majestically on his chair, the black board behind him. The parents of the children and the dignitaries of the city sat on benches on both sides, the rows of pupils stretched out in front of the chair, here the boys who were so washed and dressed up that you could see their discomfort, there the girls, in snow-white Muslin, visibly imbued with the uplifting awareness of shimmering in bare arms, blue and red ribbons and flowers in your hair. ‘The people’ formed the background.
The exam began. A tiny little boy got up and recited with a sheep face:
“Hardly do you believe that such a little bug
As I, dare to speak to you, «etc.
where he accompanied his lecture with the meticulous, jerky movements of a machine, moreover a machine that seemed to be out of order. But he certainly stumbled through to the end, even if he was scared to death, folded his upper body down with a bow, got a real storm of applause from the grateful audience and withdrew with a sigh of relief.
A shy little girl lisped to her:
“A little lamb, white as snow,
One day went to the pasture, ”
made a pathetic curtsey, got her share of applause, and sat down again, glowing red and blissful.
Tom Sawyer stepped forward, full of proud but deceptive confidence, and began to declaim the famous ode to “freedom” with thunderous pathos and ecstatic gestures. But woe! When he reached the middle, his memory just left him, the “stage fright” seized him, his knees trembled, he threatened to collapse or suffocate. He felt sorry for himself from the house, but also had the silence of the house. The teacher scowled, his forehead furrowed threateningly; this made the calamity complete. Tom stammered, stuttered for a while, then gave up and withdrew, every inch a beaten hero! A weak attempt at applause that tried to rise was nipped in the bud.
“The boy stood on the burning deck.”
“Assur’s power once came down”
and other such declamatory jewels. Now came reading exercises and a real crossfire in the art of spelling. The meager Latin class passed their cause with honor. Then the main act of the whole evening approached – the lecture of self-made essays and poems by the “young ladies.” One by one, each stepped to the edge of the dais, cleared his throat, got up her manuscript, which was wrapped in a delicate volume, and began to read with the necessary effort of expression and feeling. The themes were the same as those that their mothers, grandmothers, and no doubt all of the family’s female ancestors back to the Crusades:
Most of these effusions were characterized by a strong predilection for the emotional. The greatest waste of sublime expressions and idioms was also a common trait, as was the forcible use of well-known and popular phrases and quotations. Inevitably, the end here as there was a moral application that was applied as strongly as possible. Regardless of what the subject dealt with, with a bold leap the end ended without distinction in an extremely edifying contemplation, which could not be listened to without emotion and which allowed a flattering conclusion about the virtues of the beautiful admonisher.
The title of the first essay read was: “ So this is life? «Perhaps the reader has patience enough to read an excerpt from this:
»With a drunken eye, with a joyful heart, the youthful spirit looks forward to the joys of life to be expected. The imagination busily paints rose-colored pictures of bliss for him. In her spirit, the young beauty sees herself as a ›lady of the world‹, in the midst of the swaying, festive bustle, joking, laughing, being eaten, courted, celebrated, ›looking and looking‹! Her graceful figure glides in billowing, white robes on the waves of the whirling dance, her eyes shine brightest, her step is the most elastic in the whole cheerful company. Time quickly disappears beneath such flickering, alluring fantasy structures and the longed-for hour appears, the hour which is supposed to bring us into that Elysian world that is able to awaken such wonderful dreams. How magical everything and everything appears to the blinded eye! Every new scene is more charming and alluring than the previous one. But the intoxication only lasts for a short time! It soon becomes apparent that there is hollowness beneath the shiny exterior. The flattery that once captivated the soul now hurts the ear with a shrill sound, the ballroom loses its charms. With shattered health and a bitter heart, the ‘child of the world’ turns away, deep in her bosom with the conviction that earthly joys are incapable of satisfying the desires of the immortal soul! ”
And so on.
A murmur of approval from time to time interrupted the lecture. A: ‘how beautiful’! >well said