The Jews might well, were they of such a mind (as I am, lament the disappearance of all those who painted the wooden synagogues in the small towns and villages - oh why haven't I gone to my grave with them!), and the carvers of the wooden school mallets – quiet boy! (and if you should see them in Ansky's collection, you'll get a shock!). But is there really any difference between my ancestor from Mohiliev, who painted the synagogue there, and myself, who painted the Jewish theatre in Moscow (and a good theater it is at that)?.... I am convinced that, were I to stop shaving, you would see in me a deceptive likeness.

Bletlach (Leaflet), (essay in Yiddish), Marc Chagall, in 'Shtrom' No. 1, 1922