Fiddler on the Roof Page #9

And they had troubles.

Yes, but.

But why won't you tell me

where he is now, this Joseph of yours?

It is far, Papa.

Terribly far.

He is in a settlement in Siberia.

Siberia?

And he asks you to leave

your father and mother

and join him in that frozen wasteland

and marry him there?

No, Papa.

He did not ask me to go.

I want to go.

I don't want him to be alone.

I want to help him in his work.

Hodel

Papa

How can I hope to make you understand.

Why I do.

What I do.

Why I must travel to a distant land.

Far from the home I love.

Once I was happily content to be.

As I was.

Where I was.

Close to the people

who are close to me.

Here in the home I love.

Who could see that a man would come.

Who would change the

shape of my dreams.

Helpless now I stand with him.

Watching.

Older dreams grow dim.

Oh, what a melancholy choice this is.

Wanting home.

Wanting him.

Closing my heart to every hope but his.

Leaving the home I love.

There where my heart

has settled long ago

I must go.

I must go

go

Who could imagine

I'd be wandering so.

Far from the home I love.

Yet.

There with my love

I'm

home.

And who, my child will there be

to perform a marriage

there in the wilderness?

Papa, I promise you.

We will be married under a canopy.

Yes.

No doubt, a rabbi or two

were also arrested.

Papa!

God alone knows when we

shall see each other again.

Then we will leave it in his hands.

Take care of her.

See that she dresses warm.

Even though she only burned his cooking

he's permitted to divorce her!

- Just for supper?

- That's what it says.

- I'm sorry, Rabbi

- Yes, of course.

What news of the outside world, Avram?

- Oh, it's terrible Rabbi, terrible!

- Then don't tell me!

If I want bad news, I'll read

about Noah and the flood.

Tell me, Avram.

Surely somewhere there are

good things happening?

Can't you buy a paper

that prints those things?

It's not my fault,

Rabbi, I only read it.

- Rabbi! Rabbi! Did you hear the news?

- More bad news?

No! Good news! At Motel and Tzeitel's!

A new arrival!

A new arrival at Motel's

and Tzeitel's!

Mazel tov!

We just heard the good news! Mazel tov!

Ah, thank you, thank

you very much.

- It's a nice thing.

- Yes, it is.

- Very nice.

- Thank you.

- What is it?

- It's a sewing machine!

It can work twice as fast.

You got it!

I got it!

- It's beautiful.

- I know.

- Have you tried it yet?

- Look!

- Beautiful!

- I know!

And in less than a minute! See how

close and even the stitches are?

- It's beautiful!

- I know!

From now on my clothes will be perfect!

Made by machine! No

more handmade clothes!

Look, Mama! Look.

Oooh!

It's wonderful!

Mazel tov, Motel!

The rabbi! The rabbi!

The rabbi!

Rabbi, is there a blessing

for a sewing machine?

There is a blessing for everything.

Amen.

That's your new arrival?

What is it, a boy or a girl?

Well put, well put.

Yankela. Yankela!

Aaah!

Why Why isn't he asleep?

Oh, Mama. But he's wonderful!

He never cries or any

Sha! Do you want to invite bad luck?

Aaah!

Ohh, well. Well, Motel.

I never thought you'd amount to anything.

But look at you! A baby,

a new sewing machine.

You're a person.

- I'll show you how it works.

- Go, children!

First you put the cloth in, like this.

It's an amazing thing. You work

it with your foot and your hand.

Your father is coming.

Chava, let me talk to him.

Let me tell him about us.

No, Fyedka. That would be the worst thing.

- But let me try!

- No!

I'll talk to him. I promise.

Good afternoon, sir.

Good afternoon.

It's It's a cold day, isn't it?

Mmm.

Well, er

Good day, sir.

- Good day, Chava.

- Good day.

What were you and he talking about?

Nothing. We were just talking.

Good.

Papa!

Fyedka and I We've known

each other for a long time now.

Chaveleh

I would be much happier

if you would remain

friends from a distance.

You must not forget who you are

and who that man is.

- He has a name, Papa.

- Of course.

All creatures on Earth have a name.

Fyedka's not a creature, Papa.

- Fyedka is a man!

- Who says he isn't?

It's just that he's a

different kind of man.

As the Good Book says

"Each shall seek his own kind."

In other words, a bird may love a fish

but where would they build a home together?

- The world is changing, Papa!

- No, Chaveleh.

No.

Some things do not change for us.

Some things will never change.

We don't feel that way.

"We"?

Fyedka and I. We

want to be married.

What? Are you out of your mind?

What?

Don't you understand what that means,

marrying outside of the faith?

- But, Papa!

- No!

I said no!

Never talk about it again.

Never mention his name again.

Never see him again.

Never

Do you understand me?

Yes, Papa.

I understand you.

You're finally here. Let's go

home, it's late for supper.

I want to see Motel's new machine.

You'll see it another

time, it's getting late.

Quiet, woman, before I get angry!

Because when I'm angry, even

flies don't dare to fly!

I'm very frightened of you. After

we finish supper I'll faint.

Golde!

I am the man in the house!

I'm the head of the family!

And I Want To See Motel's New Machine Now!

Now let's go home!

What are you doing here? What do you want?

May I see His Honor the Priest?

- The Reverend Father?

- Yes.

Why do you want to see him?

It's a family matter.

A personal matter.

- My daughter.

- Yes? What about your daughter?

Please, if I could speak with the pr

If I could speak with the Reverend Father.

Please!

Wait here.

Tevye!

Tevye!

What is it?

It's Chava.

She left home this morning

with Fyedka.

What?

I've looked everywhere for her.

I even went to the priest.

He told me they were married.

Married?

Yes.

Well

go home, Golde.

We have other children at home.

You have work to do. I have work to do.

- Go home.

- But Chaveleh!

Chava is dead to us!

We'll forget her.

Go home.

Go home, Golde.

Little bird.

Little Chaveleh

I don't understand

what's happening today.

Everything is all a blur.

All I can see is

a happy child.

The sweet little bird

you were Chaveleh.

Chaveleh

Little bird.

Little Chaveleh.

You were always such a

pretty little thing.

Everybody's favorite child.

Gentle and kind

and affectionate.

What a sweet little

bird you were Chaveleh.

Chaveleh

Papa.

Papa!

Papa, I've been looking everywhere for you.

Papa, stop!

At least listen to me.

Papa!

I beg you to accept us!

Accept them?

How can I accept them?

Can I deny everything I believe in?

On the other hand

can I deny my own daughter?

On the other hand

how can I turn my back on my faith?

My people?

If I try and bend that far

I'll break.

On the other hand

No!

There is no other hand!

No, Chava! No!

- But, Papa

- No! No!

Papa!

No.

Papa!

Golde, here they are! The

boys I told you about!

Wonderful boys, Golde.

From good families! Each

of them a prize, a jewel!

You couldn't do better for your girls.

I don't know, Yente. MyMy

girls are still so young.

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