Fiddler On The Roof -1971- Online

The sun bled gold over the dusty rutted road that led into Anatevka. To any outsider, it was a smear of crooked wooden houses, a synagogue, a milk shed, and a roof that always seemed to be sighing under the weight of memory. But to Sholem the dairyman, it was the center of the world.

Tradition ends. But a tune, once played, belongs to the wind. And the wind goes everywhere. fiddler on the roof -1971-

He was thinking of the old fiddler, Yussel, who used to perch on the eaves of the synagogue during weddings, scraping out melodies that made even the goats weep. Yussel had died last winter. No one had taken his place. The roof felt quiet now. The sun bled gold over the dusty rutted