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Reb Journal, today Yente came to speak with Mama! We think she found a match for Tzeitel.
My poor big sister is broken hearted. She loved Motel Kamzoil, and says she will die if she
must be with anyone else. Tzeitel told me recently that about a year ago, she and Motel pledged that they would be married! But Motel is so poor and wants to save up for a "sewing machine" - whatever that may be. . .
I often run letter between the two of them while Motel works at his shop and Tzeitel does her chores at home. Papa doesn't suspect anything. . . His Little Bird would do nothing against the traditions of our people. But, I like Motel and he makes Tzeitel happy. I would be heartbroken for her if Papa betroths her to someone other then Motel. Once a match is made, that is it. Everything is final.
I can't imagine what is going through my sister's head. I wonder who the man is. God forbid he is a slacker. . . toi toi! Oh, now I sound like Mama, chasing off the Evil Eye. Anyway, Papa is going out after the Sabbath, we assume to talk to the intended. Mama practically broke his arm to get him to go, and poor Tzeitel is on her bed crying. I must go and try to calm her down. Until tomorrow, Reb Journal.
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Reb Journal, I couldn't wait! I had to tell you. Motel stopped by to talk to Tzeitel and ended up staying the Sabbath. Mama sent Tzeitel, him, and myself to get a table. Tzeitel wanted to talk to Motel alone, so I scatted into the kitchen, but not too far so I couldn't hear them.
Reb Journal, she wanted him to ask Papa for her hand. . . TONIGHT! I was so shocked that I
almost dropped a plate. He didn't do it though. . .He was too frightened to do so. I don't blame him though. I mean, Motel only is a poor tailor, but as Tzeitel said, "Even a poor tailor deserves some happiness."
Still, I couldn't believe they were even discussing it. Papa and Mama were in the next room! It almost seemed like one of the tales from my books. Love. It's so rare here in Anatevka. Marriages are arranged, and the two involved have very little choice. The Papa decides, and what he says is what happens; emotions such as love matter very little.
I just hope everything works out. I must go now. I am not supposed to be writing during
Sabbath. More later, I promise.
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Reb Journal, today Yente came to speak with Mama! We think she found a match for Tzeitel.
My poor big sister is broken hearted. She loved Motel Kamzoil, and says she will die if she
must be with anyone else. Tzeitel told me recently that about a year ago, she and Motel pledged that they would be married! But Motel is so poor and wants to save up for a "sewing machine" - whatever that may be. . .
I often run letter between the two of them while Motel works at his shop and Tzeitel does her chores at home. Papa doesn't suspect anything. . . His Little Bird would do nothing against the traditions of our people. But, I like Motel and he makes Tzeitel happy. I would be heartbroken for her if Papa betroths her to someone other then Motel. Once a match is made, that is it. Everything is final.
I can't imagine what is going through my sister's head. I wonder who the man is. God forbid he is a slacker. . . toi toi! Oh, now I sound like Mama, chasing off the Evil Eye. Anyway, Papa is going out after the Sabbath, we assume to talk to the intended. Mama practically broke his arm to get him to go, and poor Tzeitel is on her bed crying. I must go and try to calm her down. Until tomorrow, Reb Journal.
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Reb Journal, I couldn't wait! I had to tell you. Motel stopped by to talk to Tzeitel and ended up staying the Sabbath. Mama sent Tzeitel, him, and myself to get a table. Tzeitel wanted to talk to Motel alone, so I scatted into the kitchen, but not too far so I couldn't hear them.
Reb Journal, she wanted him to ask Papa for her hand. . . TONIGHT! I was so shocked that I
almost dropped a plate. He didn't do it though. . .He was too frightened to do so. I don't blame him though. I mean, Motel only is a poor tailor, but as Tzeitel said, "Even a poor tailor deserves some happiness."
Still, I couldn't believe they were even discussing it. Papa and Mama were in the next room! It almost seemed like one of the tales from my books. Love. It's so rare here in Anatevka. Marriages are arranged, and the two involved have very little choice. The Papa decides, and what he says is what happens; emotions such as love matter very little.
I just hope everything works out. I must go now. I am not supposed to be writing during
Sabbath. More later, I promise.
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