Then Yosef started to yell again,
"Timke, may I come in. I need to talk to you right away. It's an emergency. "
"Yes, yes, come in already," said Timke. " Unless,maybe, you prefer to shmooze with me through the door!"
Yosef opened the door and went into Timke's small house. Timke was just about to sit down at a table to have his chicken soup.
Yosef looked at Timke, and said,
"Yosef , you look upset. Take off your hat! Come, sit down and have some of my Yittel's chicken soup. There is plenty in the pot-- with kreplach. -- Geshmak--for a king --is Yittel's soup!.It will calm you down---Chicken soup, ach!--you know how it is Yosef -- it's gut,gut! It cures everything....."
"Timke, I have Tsores mit tsores!,trust me! Winter is coming and.... "Timke interrupted , "Well, Yosef,winter comes to everyone--to me too. So I guess I have the same tsores.""So,Timke, you think I 'm a shmendrik, kvetching to you about winter! No , winter is not my tsores--not exactly. But, you see, Timke, it's like this.....in winter it is cold--oh so very very cold, and...."
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