"Yosef , I hate to tell you this, and maybe you haven't noticed, but it is cold in winter for everyone--me too. We all have the same tsores. So why don't you have some of Yittel's chicken soup. It's delicious with the kreplach ; it will warm you up! I have plenty in the pot.""NO,Timke! Loz mir op with the chicken soup .. I'm not cold now. Anyway,the cold is not my tsores, exactly . Winter is not the tsores exactly. My coat is the tsores."
Timke looked at Yosef. "What's the matter with your coat, Yosef . I made the coat for you..It is a very warm coat. Nobody criticized my coats before, especially with my buttons. I make my own buttons, Yosef --hand made, each button! Where in the world can you find such buttons as my buttons? "
"I'm not criticizing your coat Timke, " continued Yosef . "And, yes, I know about your world- famous buttons. These blue buttons on my shirt are your buttons. Magnificent buttons, yes! But you see, I don't have the coat anymore. It was old and worn. Now it is gone. And if I do not have a coat, then the cold winter becomes my tsores."
Without a coat I'm sure to freeze,
My mazel's such, I'll cough and sneeze.
And have a headache in my kop
In bed I'll stay, and not get up." If I have to stay in bed for days, I will not be able to work. Then I will not have money to buy food. My wife, my children and I will all starve! Farshtaist? "