Fiddler On The Roof -1971- Apr 2026

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.”

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. fiddler on the roof -1971-

“Yes,” he said. “Now.”

Sholem stood up. His knees ached. His heart ached worse. “Rabbi,” he said, “is there a blessing for leaving?” The young man lowered the bow

The Fiddler’s Last Tune

“Where shall we go?” cried Fruma, the baker’s wife. He taught me to play on this very roof