Fiddler on the Roof
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- 1971
- 181 min
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A fiddler on the roof.
Sounds crazy, no?
But here, in our little
village of Anatevka
you might say
every one of us is a fiddler on the roof.
Trying to scratch out
a pleasant, simple tune
without breaking his neck.
It isn't easy. You may ask
why do we stay up there
if it's so dangerous?
Well, we stay because
Anatevka is our home.
And how do we keep our balance?
That I can tell you in one word!
Tradition!
Tradition
Tradition
Tradition
Tradition
Tradition
Tradition
Because of our traditions,
we've kept our balance
for many, many years.
Here in Anatevka,
we have traditions for everything.
How to sleep. How to eat.
How to work.
How to wear clothes.
For instance, we always
keep our heads covered,
and always wear a little prayer shawl.
This shows our constant devotion to God.
You may ask,
how did this tradition get started?
I'll tell you.
I don't know.
But it's a tradition.
And because of our traditions,
every one of us knows who he is
and what God expects him to do.
Who, day and night, must
scramble for a living
feed a wife and children
say his daily prayers?
And who has a right as
master of the house
to have the final word at home
The papa
The papa
Tradition
The papa
The papa
Tradition
Who must know the way
to make a proper home
Who must raise a family
and run the home
So Papa's free to read the Holy Book?
The mama
The mama
Tradition
The mama
The mama
Tradition
At three I started Hebrew school.
At ten I learned a trade.
I hear they picked a bride for me.
I hope she's pretty.
I hope she's pretty.
- AH!
I hope she's pretty.
And who does Mama teach
To mend and tend and fix?
Preparing her to marry
whoever Papa picks.
The daughters.
The daughters.
Tradition.
- The papa
- Mama.
- Sons.
- The daughters.
Tradition
And in the circle of our little village,
we've always had our special types.
For instance,
Yente the matchmaker,
For your girl.
Reb Nachum the beggar,
Get away.
And, most important of all,
our beloved rabbi.
Rabbi, may I ask you a question?
Certainly Leibesh.
for the Tzar?
A blessing for the Tzar? Of course.
May God bless and keep the Tzar
far away from us.
Dai dai dai dai
Dai dai dai dai
Dai dai dai dai
Dai dai dai dai dai
Dai dai dai dai
Dai dai dai dai
Dai dai dai dai
Dai dai dai dai dai
Then there are the others in our village.
They make a much bigger circle.
We don't bother them
and so far, they don't bother us.
And among ourselves,
we always get along perfectly well.
Of course, there was the time
when he sold him a horse
and told him it was only six years old
when it was really 12.
But now, it's all over
and we all live in simple
peace and harmony.
- It was six.
Tevye knows it was 12.
How do you know it was realy 12?
Twelve! Twelve!
It was 12!
Tradition.
Tradition.
Tradition.
Tradition.
Tradition.
Tradition.
Dai dai.
Dai dai dai
dai dai dai
dai dai dai dum.
Traditions, traditions.
Without our traditions,
our lives would be as shaky as
as...
as a fiddler on the roof!
Mama! Mama,
Yente the matchmaker is coming.
good match for you, Tzeitel.
From your mouth to God's ears.
Why does she have to come now?
It's almost Sabbath.
Out, all of you! I want
to talk to Yente alone.
But, Mama, the men she finds
the last one was so old.
And he was bald!
He had no hair.
A poor girl without a dowry
can't be so particular.
You want hair, marry a monkey.
Even a poor girl without a dowry has
to look at her husband sometime.
A husband is not to look
at, a husband is to get.
But mama, I'm not yet 20 years old.
- Sha!
- I don't think I
Do you have to boast about your age?
Do you want to tempt
the evil eye?
Tup'-tup'-tup'
Oh, out, all of you.
There's work to be done before the Sabbath.
Hurry! All of you, hurry.
Golde?
Golde, I have such news for you.
And not every day in the week news.
Once in a lifetime news.
Mmm, Such diamonds, such jewels.
I'll find a husband for
every one of them.
But you shouldn't be so picky, right?
Of course right! Because after all,
even the worst husband, God forbid,
is better than no husband, God forbid!
And who should know better than me?
I've been a poor widow, all alone, no one
to talk to, nothing to say to anyone.
All I do at night is think of him.
And even thinking of him
gives me no pleasure.
- Is Tzeitel in the house?
- Why don't you go in and find out?
Thank you, Bielke.
- Yet he never raised his voice.
- Er... Good afternoon.
Is Tzeitel in the house?
She's busy. Come back later.
But there's something I like to tell her.
Later.
Later Oh, all right.
What does that poor skinny
tailor want with Tzeitel?
They've been friends since they
were babies. They talk, they play.
They play? What do they play?
I don't know. They're children.
Oh, from such children come other children.
Motel is nothing.
Yente. Yente, you said
you had news for me.
Ah children, children.
They are your blessing in your old age.
But my Aaron, heh', may he rest in
peace, couldn't give me children.
To tell the truth, Golde, he hardly tried.
But what's the use complaining?
Other women enjoy complaining. Not Yente.
Not every woman in the world is a Yente.
Well, I, I have to go home now,
to prepare my poor Sabbath meal.
So er... goodbye, Golde.
And it was a pleasure talking
our hearts out to each other.
Yente, you said you had news for me!
Oi, I'm losing my head.
Someday it'll fall off altogether
and a horse will kick it in the mud
and good-bye, Yente.
Of course, the news.
It's about Lazar Wolf, the butcher.
A good man. A fine man.
And I don't have to tell
you he's well off, no?
Yes.
But he's Lonely, the poor man.
After all he's been a
widower all these years.
You understand? Of course you do.
So! To make it short,
out of the whole town, he's cast his eye
on Tzeitel.
- My Tzeitel?
- No, the Tzar's Tzeitel.
Of course your Tzeitel.
Such a match for my Tzeitel.
But, but Tevye wants a learned man.
He doesn't like Lazar.
Good, so Lazar won't marry him.
He wants the daughter, not the father.
Listen. Listen to me, Golde.
You send Tevye to him. Don't
tell him what it's about.
He'll win him over. He's a
good man and a wealthy man.
So! Let me know how it went.
A-And you don't have to thank me, Golde.
Because aside from my fee,
which Lazar will pay anyway
it gives me satisfaction
to make people happy.
True? Of course true.
So, er good-bye, Golde,
and you're welcome.
Good-bye, Yente.
Come! Come, children. Get
changed for the Sabbath. Hurry.
Hurry with your work.
a husband for you.
I'm not anxious for Yente
to find me a husband.
- Not unless it's Motel the tailor.
- I didn't ask you.
Tzeitel, you're the oldest. They
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