The Snowstorm
always be…” How good I feel, Father, Lord of the World! Me, for the table! I must dance! Give us a hand, daughter…
Raytze Yente
Don’t do it. You'll fall down yet. Don’t let him, Shprintzele. He’ll fall down.
Urtcha
Wait, Shmereh, I’m with you, too. (He makes an unsuccessful attempt to climb upon the table.)
Shoreh Malke
God be with you! You'll kill yourself yet, carrying on that way.
Klavne (rushing in with his arms spread like wings, fairly covered with snow. He looks about him)
Ah, here they are! Ha, ha, ha! brothers! This is my celebration! This is my holiday! Help me to dance! Help me to spring—leap…So! So! (He dances on the table.)
Shoreh Malke
You'll bring down the roof, dancing like that!
Klavne
Jews, let’s prop up the roof! I must sing! I must spring. (He dances with such force that the room shakes.)
Klavne
My son: My Kaddish! Everybody sing: “Whatever we are, we are…”
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