The Snowstorm
Shmereh
Ha, ha, ha! who’s going home? ((He sings uproariously.) “Whatever we are, we are; but Jews we'll always be.” Sing, little Jews, sing! “Whatever we are, we are…” (He runs out.)
Raytze Yente
It can’t be otherwise. It must have been something in the parsnip stew!
Shoreh Malke
What are you saying? I, myself, picked the parsnips over.
Raytze Yente
You can’t talk me out of it. It can’t be otherwise—a crazy parsnip must have gotten into the stew somehow, or their heads wouldn’t be turned now.
Urtcha
What other charge can you think up against my parsnip stew? I won't have it.
Klavne
Here she is! Let’s be merry. Let’s dance!
Raytze Yente (kissing her)
Where were you, my child?
Pesele
Everybody here? (She kisses the other girls.)
Shprintze Tzirel
Oh, woe! My father isn’t here!
Chatcha Shimcha
Ha, ha, ha! Where’s Shmereh?
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