My eyes filled with tears,"Aah! Again with the rich. What's wrong with being rich?" papa said, Perchkic crossed his arms, "It's no reason to marry. Money's the
"May the Lord smite me with it. And may I never recover! World's curse! My Tzeitel knows I mean only her welfare. Am I right, Tzeitel?"
i swallowed my tears, "Yes, Papa" i said in a strong voice.
"There, you see?"
" I see. I see very well." Perchick walked out of the barn shaking his head.
"Well, my child? Why are you so silent? Aren't you happy with this blessing, huh? " my papa said, "Papa... Papa."
i couldnt speak i was too stunned, "Tzeitel,What is it? Tell me"
ok. i'll tell you what i want to say, "Papa, I don't want to marry him. I can't marry him, I can't" papa i am promised to
motel i am motels bride!
"What do you mean, you can't? If I say you will, you will."
"Papa, if it's a matter of money, I'll do anything. I'll hire myself out as a servant, just anything" i was trying to reason.
" But we made an agreement! And with us, an agreement is an agreement"he walked away i wanted to cry but i held strong, "Is that more important than I
am, Papa?" tears streamed down my face
i burst, "Papa, don't force me, please! I'll be unhappy all my days! I don't want to marry him!"
"All right. All right. I won't force you" he sat on the bails of hay, i sank to my knees and hugged him" Oh, thank you, Papa! Thank you, Papa" he patted my
Suddenly model came running through the barn in the process scaring some chickhens, he stopped, "Reb Tevye, may I speak to you?" my father looked up, "
Later, Motel. Later"
motel didnt back down, "But I would like to speak to you!"
"Not now, Motel. Not now. I have problems" Motel smiled, "That's why I want to speak to you. I think I can help" he was going to, my heart beat through my
chest i was suprised motel and my papa didnt hear it. "Yes, like a bandage can help a corpse. Goodbye, Motel, goodbye" he needed some help. "At least
listen to him, Papa!"
he relented, "All right, you have a tongue. Talk" motel did exactly that. " Reb Tevye, I hear you are arranging a match for Tzeitel."
" Ah, he also has ears."
" Well, I have a match for Tzeitel."
"What kind of a match?"
"A perfect fit. Like a glove. This match was made exactly to measure"
" Perfect fit? Made to measure? Motel, stop talking like a tailor and tell me, who is it?"
" Please don't shout at me, Reb Tevye."
" All right, I won't. Who is it?"
"Who is it?"
" Who is it?"
"Who is it?"
"Who is it? ! It's me. Myself" good Model way to beat around the bush but still good, come on ask.
"It's him! Himself!" papa paused, i held my breath, "Either you're out of your mind or you are crazy! He must be crazy! Arranging a match for yourself? What
are you? Everything? The bridegroom,matchmaker, and guests in one? I suppose you'll perform the ceremony, too?" my heart dropped, Motel stood from
where he fell, "Please don't shout, Reb
Tevye. As for being my matchmaker, - I know it's
. "Unusual? It's crazy!"
"Times are changing, Reb Tevye, The thing is, a year ago, Tzeitel and I gave each other our pledge that we would marry." i felt my mouth drop motel told my
father that i already gave him my hand with out papa's permission.
" You gave each other a pledge?"
"Yes, Papa, We gave each other our pledge." papa went off, he was incredulous.
"I've wanted to ask you for some time. But first, I wanted to save enough for my own sewing machine..."
" Stop talking nonsense. You are just a poor tailor!" my heart dropped five feet model was going to cower, my father was yelling.
" That's true, but even a poor tailor is entitled to some happiness!" he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward my father, "I promise you, Reb Tevye, your
daughter will not starve." his voice when he spoke was very stong and determined. Hmm. He's beginning to talk like a man my heart smiled.
i held my breath motel's grip tightened on my arm, i could tell our thoughts matched, 'please say yes'
"Well, children, when shall we make the wedding?" in those words my life became complete, my heart soared, "Thank you, Papa!" i jumped into his arms
hugging him tightly
"Ooh! Reb Tevye, you won't be sorry! You won't be sorry" Motel was so happy, he shook my farthers hand with vigor
. "I won't be sorry? I'm sorry already."
"Thank you, Papa."
" Thank you,... Papa.""All right, all right."
he grabbed my hand and we started to run, faster and faster, we got to the hills where we made our pledge i smiled, Motel danced around and around
he took my hand and spun me, i fell to the ground with a laugh, picking a flower he cupped my face in his hands, "But of all God's miracles, large and small
The most miraculous one of all Is the one I thought could never be God has given you To me" he softly kissed my lips, i smiled and hugged him. I was getting
married to motel! Tzeitel kamzoil! my heart could burst with the joy and contentment i felt.