The Snowstorm
hands. Let’s dance around and around…Oi—oi—oi…
Klavne (embracing Shmereh)
Hear, everybody. I was angry with Shmereh. Had a-grudge against him. Wanted to wait for Yom Kippur, but I forgive him now. I forgive you, Shmereh. Ah, whatever we are, we are: but Jews we’ll ever be.
Raytze Yente
How the wind whistles!
Shoreh Malke
Stuff the hole up with a rag, quick!
Vaveh
My horse did that—inviting himself in. When I go out, I’ll wreck all my bad dreams on him.
Chatcha Shimcha
Lead him behind the barn. The wind isn’t so strong there.
Urtcha
Let us go out and see who is there. It seems to me it is not the horse’s work.
Vaveh
Come, Urtcha. (They both go out.)
Klavne (singing)
“Whatever we are, we are…” What do you think, Shmereh, of my son? You can have him. And you, daughter, do you like the
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