Fiddler On The Roof -1971- [ iPhone LATEST ]

Levi lifted the fiddle again. And the tune that poured out was not sad. It was defiant. It was the sound of a door opening, not closing. It was the creak of a cart leaving home, and the first hopeful note of a stranger’s welcome. It was the fiddler on the roof, dancing on the edge of a knife, refusing to fall.

That evening, the village gathered in the synagogue. The rabbi, a wisp of a man with eyes like old coins, raised his hands. “We have been ordered to leave,” he said. “But we are not ordered to despair.” fiddler on the roof -1971-

“Where shall we go?” cried Fruma, the baker’s wife. Levi lifted the fiddle again