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 hands. Let’s dance around and around…Oi—oi—oi…

(Shmereh and Shprintze jump off the table.)

&emsp;(embracing Shmereh) Hear, everybody. I was angry with Shmereh. Had a-grudge against him. Wanted to wait for Yom Kippur, but I forgive him now. I forgive you, Shmereh. Ah, whatever we are, we are: but Jews we’ll ever be.

(There is a knock on the window and a pane is broken out.)

How the wind whistles!

Stuff the hole up with a rag, quick!

My horse did that—inviting himself in. When I go out, I’ll wreck all my bad dreams on him.

Lead him behind the barn. The wind isn’t so strong there.

Let us go out and see who is there. It seems to me it is not the horse’s work.

Come, Urtcha.&emsp;(They both go out.)

&emsp;(singing) “Whatever we are, we are…” What do you think, Shmereh, of my son? You can have him. And you, daughter, do you like the