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 Then they were here? They won’t know where to look for them, though.

Ah, they got drunk! Where’s the bride?

Felte Faigele, woe is me! I hope nothing will happen to her.

I suppose they poured plenty into themselves!

That’s just my misfortune! Woe is me! I pleaded with them as one does with murderers: Men, have God in your hearts! Urtcha must have swallowed a whole keg of whiskey.

Did they drink from the faucet, too?

Of course.

My! But that must have been some betrothal for my grandchild! Then, what are you worrying about, woman? As long as the groom is here, I suppose the bride will turn up, too.

(Urtcha, Chatcha, Shimcha, Klavne, Shoreh Malke, Felte Faigele, and Shprintze Tzirel enter covered with snow. The crowd is hilarious, all are singing.)

Where’s my child, Pesele?