The Stranger
Young Man
What is your hurry? Stay here.
Fraidele
Stay here, bobbe’she. I’ll show them what you gave me.
The Old Woman
No, not now—later, when it is necessary.
Mordcha
But you’re hungry.
The Old Woman
What matter as long as the sun is shining! I’ll reach a shelter somewhere by night.
Mordcha
Well, then, go in health. (He assists her with the bundle.)
The Old Woman
Praised be God—the burden is a little lighter!
The Old Man
An old person—could have given her a lift.
Fraidele
Wait. I’ll put a few potatoes into the sack. (She does so.)
The Old Woman (kissing Fraidele)
Nu, nu—be well. Watch the baby. Praised be God, the burden is a little lighter! A good day to you. (She kisses the Mezuzeh and takes a last glance into the oven.) See, my child, that the oven doesn’t grow too cool. (She goes out, all follow her with their eyes and wish her Godspeed.)
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