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Excuse me?

Excuse me!

What's this?

Good morning. What time is it?

Who are you? Why are you sleeping here?

I'm sorry. I'm a... a granddaughter of the late Malka.

I'm here only for a day.

This is not allright, only the elderly can live here.

It's allright, I spoke with Itzik, the manager.

There are so many people in the house because of the mourning.

Will you tell me the time?

It's late.

9:30.

Thank God she didn't suffer.

She was a holy woman. - Indeed.

Not everyone is given a death like this. - No.

Some are less lucky.

Get up, go wash up. You're falling asleep. -Yes, allright.

How you danced at our wedding, grandma.

Of course, I danced.

At Noham's I danced with a broom though,

and at yours I danced a lot.

It's hard to belive how fast time goes by.

Days slip through your fingers and disappear.

Mame, remind me, what song is this?

Don't you know it? It's the "Minsk song".

Yes, the "Minsk song". Where is it from?

It was composed by Chaim Mordechai Shtisel, the grandfather of your grandfather.

Of course, you're right. - When they left Minsk for the Land of Israel

32 00:05:38,600-> 00:05:44,530 they composed this melody, the "Minsk song".

The fatigue has piled up. Those are hard days.

Found someone to draw, Kiva?

Come on, stop it now.

Does it disturb you so much? - It does. Very much.

Stop!!

Don't mind him, Kiva. This day is making him nervous.

Nervous? I'm as calm as a lord after a bath.

Allright, I'll stop. - Thank God.

It's time for me to go anyway.

Where's Libi?

Is she staying in the house for elderly?

Why? Do you want to take her place?

Kaufman's waiting for me. - Him again?

Tell him your father is mourning his mother. Together with his brother - the lord.

I'll be back soon.

Who's Kaufman?

A guy who pays him to draw. Don't ask.

A shameless atheist.

One of those who claim to be grandchildren of the author of "Roaring Lion".

Damned be the wicked. - Yes.

Are you coming?

Soup's ready. Could you please take it to grandfather's? - Yes, of course.

And tell him I'll come later. Allright?

I have nothing to wear.

Ruchami, it's a funeral not a wedding.

Not for today. I need something nice for shabbos.

What did you wear last shabbos? - No, I need something pretty.

Why? - What do you mean?

Hanina comes home from Zvat. Have you forgotten?

Yes, I guess I forgot... because of the burial.

I'm happy for you.

Yes, at last. I was so bored. - I'm glad.

Mama, could you give me some money for a new dress?

I have none at the moment. It's inappropriate, Ruchami.

We're mourning. It's not a time for new clothes.

Be very careful witht his package. -Allright. -It mus be delivered in one piece.

So, Shtisel, How are you doing?

Well...my grandma died. - Is that so?

Yes, my father and I are mourning at home.

My condolences.

Can I slightly change the topic? -Allright. -Very well.

Do you have an american visa? - Visa? No. Why?

Then come later in the evening. We'll fill in the forms

and arrange the interview in the embassy.

We need time for that, I don't want you to be further delayed.

I'going to America?

For two weeks. Coast to coast, Manhattan - Los Angeles.

In 5 weeks. It's for your benefit.

How's your english?

What? No, I almost don't speak any.

You'll manage.

But whose idea is it... - Wasserman's.

The one who awarded me?

The one who awarded you, and who pays your stipend.

He wants you to see the world, visit galleries and museums,

meet his friends.

Is this a part of the award? - Exactly.

You'll talk to many important people.

It's just... I've never been abroad.

"Malka Shtisel"

Yes, my swallow? Did you sleep well?

Really? That's something.

She found the will. - Really?

Very well done, my swallow. We thought she didn't write the will.

Such a thing. Very good.

Keep it safe.

No, no, don't open it.

Leave the envelope sealed and bring it here.

We'll open it when mourning is finished. - Did you hear your uncle Shulem?

Yes, at the end of the mourning week.

No, no, don't hurry. Take your time.

Listen, my swallow, I want you to make a list of all things,

everything there is in grandma's room.

Yes, father? -I want you to go to the house for the elderly, to grandma's room.

Libi is there. -She is.

Her father told her to make a list

of all things in grandma's room and such. -"Such"?

Do I have to explain everything?

I don't trust them, allright?

I want you to make a list too. - Allright, allright.

Wait. Libi knows I'll come?

Why does she need to know? -Nevermind.

Let me tell you this,

now I know why they say "to sit mourning after someone".

You sit on your head from day and night.

It's hard. - It'll be over soon.

I'll try to die during a holiday,

deliver you from this torment. - Don't talk like that.

Kiva, say, don't you by any chance remeber

the "Minsk song" that your grandfather used to sing?

"Minsk song"? How does it begin? - You don't remember? - No. Why?

Nevermind. Go quickly to the house for elderly

before your cousin hides something. -Fine.

Lipa, I want you to go immidiately.

Do you really want this? - I do.

It's thursday. Don't waste time.

So, tomorrow. I'll go in the morning.

Today.

Go now.

Fine, I'll finish this cigarette and go. - Allright.

I haven't been in Zvat for so long. - It's a long way.

Take Talmud or a newspaper. - Yes, it really is a long way.

If you change your mind within the next few hours, call me.

I won't turn my phone off. - I won't change my mind.

Will you do it or not?

If you don't want to you better tell me right now.

No, no, I'll do it.

I'll do what you're asking for. I promise.

Can I come in?

Father asked me to make a list of grandma's belongings.

Sure, come in. I was just about to do that.

Great. We'll make the same list.

Be careful not to be caught.

You must see something.

Look how exhausted you are.

Life is not easy. - No.

Should we start with the list? - Yes.

Papa told me to hide the diamonds though. - Oh, yes, naturally.

Do you remember this?

Grandpa used this to read.

Unbelievable.

It's grandpa's tallit and phylactery.

She kept it safe by her side for so many years.

That's wonderful. - So strange. -Why?

I experienced a terrible thing this week.

That was a strange day,

I was painting the whole time and it happened.

I forgot to put on my phylactery.

What? How did it happen? - I don't know.

It's never happened to me before.

I think I'll soon go to New York.

I was invitied to go meet someone.

Maybe I'll have my own ehxibition there. - Wow.

Do you know where you'll be staying at?

Where will you eat? Pray?

It's not like Jerusalem, things are not so easy there.

You need to prepare yourself for that trip. - Sure, I will...

Why are you like this? - Like what?

I don't know,I thought you'll be happy for me.

I am,I really am.

It's just... I don't know,I...

I didn't think it's what you wanted. - What do yo mean?

To Immerse yourself in the world of art, to go abroad.

Maybe it's because I've lived in Europe for so long,

all I want is to live in Israel.

I'll only go for few days.

Allright, just don't forget your phylacteria.

Do you know Hanina Tonik? - Yes. There.

Has something happened? Is Ruchami allright?

Ruchami is fine, thank God.

Let's sit down.

Listen,

I came here today mainly becuse

I want to apologize for...

for hitting you. - It's nothing, I've already forgotten.

You shouldn't have come here just to tell me this.

I'll visit you on Shabbos.

It could wait.

Listen, I don't want to keep you away from your studies.

Why don't we have tea? I need few minutes to talk to you.

Rav Azbacher, thank you for coming all the way from Bnei-Brak.

Rav Azbacher is our second-cousin.

Our fathers were cousins. - Very well.

Rav Azbacher, wait, maybe you know the "Minsk song"?

You're driving me crazy, stop.

There's no such song. -There must be.

It's the song of our grandfather, Rav Chaim Mordechay.

Oh come one.

Lisen, Shulem,I was thinking we'll read the will at the end of the week

and then we could make a sale of mother's belongings not mentioned in the will.

A sale? - Yes.

Who would you ask to sell mother's belongings?

And who would buy them?

Relax. We wil buy them ourselves.

Haven't you heard about this trick?

We'll have a list of things not mentioned in the will,

we'll say we agree to pay for them

and write down the sums, then we'll split the things on the list

and calculate the difference. Understand? -Agreed.

I didn't understand anything, but I agree to all.

Anyway, we both know that Mame asked in the will to split everything fairly.

I'm not going to quarell with you about every handekrchief we find. -Sure, sure.

What are you studying? - The "Eruv" treatise.

I promised to finish studying it before I go to my wife to Jerusalem.

You promised? To who? - To the Almighty. And to myself.

Listen... - Oh, and I keep my word given to Ruchami.

I write down differnt things when I miss her but don't want to put my books away.

I promised her to do this.

What do you write down there?

Thoughts about the Torah, interpretations, poems.

Sometimes fragments of the "Song of songs".

You can have a look.

You have such a small handwriting. - Thank God, the paper lasts longer.

Listen, Hanina...

You wil not visit us on Shabbos.

Don't, don't come.

It's... -Is everything allright?Is Ruchami allright? -Yes, she is fine.

Hanina, I want you to listen to me in silence and let me finish.

I was asked to come here.

I was asked to tell you

that we don't want to see you in our home.

Forget about my daughter.

We'll meet in few weeks in a beis din in Jerusalem and you will give Ruchami the gett.

After you give her the gett it's all finished.

All stays in the past.

What? Who decided that? You?

Your wife?

Does Ruchami even know about this?

We decided together. It was Ruchami's idea.

So I want to hear it from her.

You will hear nothing.

She doesn't want to talk to you.

You left and she understood she made a mistake.

She is very young and she has a lot of problems you don't know about.

She understood her mistake and she wants to have nothing to do with you anymore.

Give me your word. -What? - Give me your word she has said that.

She has! - Give me your word.

I give you my word she has said that.

I'm sorry.

How old was she? - You already asked.

And? - She was 90.

Why did she die all of sudden? - Only God knows.

Say, did she have any allergies?

She had a freak-allergy.

It's all God's will.

We don't understand it all. - True.

I understand why I can't sleep.

I'm in mourning and accepting condolences.

No idea why you don't sleep, though.

Sorry for the nervousness.

The man climbed to the fourth floor to comfort us and you insult him?

Nonsense. He came to kill time, not to comfort anyone.

Here comes your treasure.

Kiva, wait, don't sit down.

Let's go for a smoke.

Liten, Libi said she wants to get engaged with you.

Really? -Wait, you haven't heard all.

She has had this idea for a long time but I told her

she can do better.

What do you want to tell me? To stay away from her?

Be patient, boy, you will be surprised.

Listen, I'd prefer a serious guy, pious one,

but she's obsessed with you.

She doesn't want to meet anyone else.

And let's be honest,

you're not some goy

so that I could tell her it couldn't work out.

You're a good boy, just goofy.

An artist, a bohemian personality.

You're not crazy, you just live the life of the crazy.

That's the problem. - I don't really understand...

Wait, let's call the betrothed.

You just wait here. Stay calm, allright?

My swallow, come here for a second.

What is it? What have you said, and what's to be told?

Nothing yet.

Kiva, if you really are interested in Libi

and want to take her as your wife until the end of your days,

to make roots for future generations,

I have a few very clear conditions. - Condtions? -Yes, conditions.

I wanted Libi herself to say it,

but she asked me to do it.

I'm listening.

Here it is.

First of all, you absolutely need to stop drawing,

and you must never return to it.

You're not going anywhere.

Not to New York, not anywhere else. And no exhibitions.

No exhibitions, no vernissages. Nothing. - Well...

It's not all. This was the first condition.

Secondly, next month I open a branch of my travel agency in Jerusalem

and I need a reliable man to manage the business.

I want you to do it.

It's a normal respectable job.

You'll wake up in the morning, live normally. - Listen...

The third condition.

You'll pray three times a day.

You'll pray fervently and never without your phylacteria.

To forget to put on a tefillin? That's horrible!

I couldn't belive Libi when she told me.

I shouldn't even have to tell you that you must raise your children

to live according to the law of the Torah and with love for the Almighty.

Fourth condition: your answer is due by the end of the Shabbos,

until then you and Libi can't communicate.

Think really well if this is what you want. Understood?

That's all. Good night.

Let's go, Swallow. Let him think.

What do you think? - You look very pretty, Ruchami.

Tell me the turth. - It's true.

He's so pious, he doesn't care what I wear or if I wear makeup.

But for me it's still important.

Of course it is.

All will be well, my dear.

I'll go to the bus stop. He arrives at ten.

Hello Kaufman. It's Akiva Shtisel.

I need to talk to you urgently.

I want to tell you...

I can't...

I don't want to go to America.

I want to cancel the preparations of the exhibition.

I decided not to show my paintings.

You can do whatever you want with them, I just won't participate in the exhibition...

Shabbos starts soon.

If you hear the message before, call me back.

If not, we'll talk later.

And don't try to convince me to do it. I made my mind.

Comb his hair with a thick comb.

I don't want the comb. It hurts.

Don't worry, I'll be carefull.

It's Hanina's notebook. I accidentally took it.

"I thank Him with praise, blessed be His name.".

"I, Malka Shtisel, daughter of Rav Yehuda Pomerantz,"

"am writing today in this room on this piece of paper, my will".

"I ask you to bury me according to the non-written custom,"

"beside my late husband Rav Velvel Shtisel"

"who's waiting for me on the cemetery".

"Concerning my small property,"

"the apartment we lived in with your late father..."

"The apartment we lived in with your late father"

"I bequeath..."

"I bequeath..."

"to my younger son Noham Shtisel, blessed be his name".

"The rest of my belongings should be divided equally between sons".

Is that all?

Kiva, stop, don't bother him.

Please, calm down. One moment.

Shulem, friends,

in her time mother tried to save me.

It was long ago,

when I went broke and had many debts.

Surely, she wrote the will after that and simply forgot about it.

No, no, it will be according to the will.

Shulem, please, it's absurd.

You know how mother appreciated you.

Don't comfort me. - Stop, Shulem, let me speak.

The apartment will belong to the couple who decided to get engaged.

The dear groom Reb Akiva Shtisel and my daughter Libi Shtisel.

All the best to the young couple.

Have a beautifull, happy life.

Ruchami, can I come in? - Better not now.

I just want to give you something, it came in the post.

What is it?

A letter for you.

I don't know, it's a bit strange...

It seems it was in the box since last week,

it just fell to the bottom and we didn't notice it.

Father also didn't see it.

Sleep well, baby.

Thank you, mother.

Why are you not sleeping, Shulemke?

Calm down, Shulemke. Don't cry.