The Snowstorm
scamp? Take him. I give him over into your hands, Shmereh. Teach him how to hold a whip in his hand and, on the Sabbath, how to be a pious Jew. Sing, Jews! Let us dance around! Oi—oi—oi…And you, Pesele, does my younger please you? He will need to grow yet, and so will you. What do you say, Chatcha Shimcha?
Chatcha Shimcha
I agree.
Shmereh
He has a good head on him.
Raytze Yente
My child has time yet.
Shmereh
Chatcha Shimcha will give Pesele with a dowry, too.
Klavne
Well then, let’s dance! Tzirele, my child, come here, Klavne calls you. Want to be my daughter-in-law? To live with us? You won’t have to churn the butter at my place, or milk the cow, either.
Shoreh Malke
Her mother didn’t bring her up to be a fine lady. She’ll turn the churn and milk the cow when it is necessary.
Shprintze Tzirel (shyly)
What do you say, Felte Faigele; is it nice to be a bride?
Zayde
Do become a bride, Tzirele, then we can have both our weddings in one week.
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