The Snowstorm
Yoel Chayim (who has been dozing the while, wakes up, rubs his eyes and begins to sing)
Oi dim, dim-dim-dim, o1 doi, dim-dim-diam.
Shmereh
Long live Reb Yoel Chayim.
Klavne
Shmereh, give us your hand! Come, people, let’s all go over to my place. Let my old woman know, too, that her son has become betrothed.
Chatcha Shimcha
She really ought to be told—your old woman.
Klavne
Couldn’t take her along. She’s expecting…Let her know too.
Shmereh
I am going to tweak his ear—the bridegroom’s! Come, folks, let’s travel. And you, my daughter, Tzirel Shprintze or Shprintze Tzirel—what difference—both her grandmothers were pious Jewesses! Listen, people…
Shmereh
Come in, come in.
Vaveh
Do you know who broke the pane?
Urtcha
My ram. With his horns he broke it.
Shoreh Malke
The barn door must have been left open, so he got out and ran after us.
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