The Snowstorm
Yoel Chayim
You have nothing to be afraid of at all. Well, then, let us sing. Di-daw-dim-dim-dim. Oi veh, dim-dim-doim. At your wedding they’ll all come here. A fine young scamp, Klavne’s boy—the younger one.
Pesele
He won’t take me.
Yoel Chayim
Why not? He'll be ashamed of your grandfather, what? You’ll make him a fine wife and bear him kosher children. (He walks about the room, singing a bit tipsily.)
Pesele
Someone drove up.
Yoel Chayim
Here they are!
Klavne
What, the others not here yet?
Vaveh (to Klavne)
What did I tell you?
Yoel Chayim
Didn’t you all travel together?
Vaveh
We started together, but their horse ran away and we got separated. I suppose they will soon be here. Let’s get warmed through a bit.
Pesele
Better shake off the snow from your hat.
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