The Snowstorm
Zayde
Then they were here? They won’t know where to look for them, though.
Yoel Chayim
Ah, they got drunk! Where’s the bride?
Raytze Yente
Felte Faigele, woe is me! I hope nothing will happen to her.
Yoel Chayim
I suppose they poured plenty into themselves!
Raytze Yente
That’s just my misfortune! Woe is me! I pleaded with them as one does with murderers: Men, have God in your hearts! Urtcha must have swallowed a whole keg of whiskey.
Yoel Chayim
Did they drink from the faucet, too?
Raytze Yente
Of course.
Yoel Chayim
My! But that must have been some betrothal for my grandchild! Then, what are you worrying about, woman? As long as the groom is here, I suppose the bride will turn up, too.
(Urtcha, Chatcha, Shimcha, Klavne, Shoreh Malke, Felte Faigele, and Shprintze Tzirel enter covered with snow. The crowd is hilarious, all are singing.)
Raytze Yente
Where’s my child, Pesele?
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