“Who are you?” Sholem asked.
The young man lowered the bow. “My name is Levi. Yussel was my grandfather. He taught me to play on this very roof. I came back to play for the wedding of Motel and Hodel. But I heard the news.” fiddler on the roof -1971-
A low moan rose from the women. Men clutched their prayer shawls. Sholem felt the earth tilt. He had milked his cow, Rivka, in that same barn for thirty years. His father had been born in the bed he still slept in. Tradition said a man plants trees for his grandchildren. But what if there is no ground left to plant in? “Who are you