The Stranger
monds. Hold your hands out and I'll pour some into them.
Fraidele
Enough, enough! You're giving me all of them!
The Old Woman
Just leave me a few raisins, but the almonds you take. See—lost my front teeth. Hard to chew.
Fraidele (tasting)
Has the taste of nuts.
The Old Woman
But other nuts haven’t such a fine flavor, my child.
Fraidele
I’ll leave some for papa.
The Old Woman
Ha-ha, you’re a faithful child! But, do you know, you're already a marriageable girl! Troubles everywhere! A mother goes and leaves such a radiant child! (Looking at the dough.) Oh, it’s rising! Fine! Fine!
Fraidele
I’ll have to raise Pinele, too.
The Old Woman
His mother in Paradise will not let him fall!
Fraidele
Oh, how it thunders!
The Old Woman
“Blessed art Thou, O Lord, our God, King of the Universe, whose strength and might fill the
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