The Snowstorm
Klavne
He went to get my folks.
Shprintze Tzirel
Come, people, let’s find my father. Oh, I must go and look for him!
Raytze Yente
Don’t let her go out of the house.
Chatcha Shimcha (to Shprinize Tzirel)
Shmereh went to Klavne’s, I tell you. Let’s sit down at the table. Wife, hand around refreshments. Folks, to the table!
Klavne
Shmereh, where have you been?
Shmereh (counting those present)
Not one, not two, not three…
Klavne
Everybody’s here. What are you counting for?
Shprintze Tzirel
Here I am, papa.
Shmereh (throwing his hat in the air)
Here you are, my pure little daughter. Then why don’t you all make a noise? Let’s sing! Let’s spring! Yes, ‘“Whatever we are, we are; but Jews we'll ever be…”
Klavne
Everybody, be witness. Though Chatcha Behr once crossed my path, I bear him no grudge! Where are you, Zayde? And you, Felte Faigele? Bride and groom, come here. May God give
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