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 I begged them not to drink. I pleaded: We have to drive home yet.

Don’t cry, woman. They’ll be found.

And such a storm outside! Shah! I thought I heard the calf bleat in the barn.

And to me it sounded like a sheep. Hear it?

It is a sheep.&emsp;(Zayde enters covered with snow.)&emsp;Here is the child!&emsp;(Falling on his neck.)&emsp;Where are the others? Where is the bride?

I lost them. The sleigh turned over and the horses ran away.

Had a bit too much, I guess. Ha, ha, ha!

Urtcha showed them the whip, and away they ran.

His horses dislike the whip.

&emsp;(desperately) I'll do something to myself!

Where are the others?

Klavne, Vaveh, Pesele, and Shmereh have gone to look for them.