#chavaleh

[frogmanfae]

"Little Bird, Little Chavaleh

You were always such a pretty little thing

Everybody's favorite child"

Damn Tevye you're outwardly admitting you have a favorite child AND implying that she's also your wife's favorite child AND she's the child you're disowning? Bold move buddy

[conartisthaiji]

is there no professionally recorded version of chavaleh's version of chavaleh. like in the version i saw i SWEAR she sang a reprise of chavaleh while begging tevye to forgive her but for the life of me i cannot find proof of its existence

[empressofthelibrary]

My GOD I'm happy we had front-row seats. That was MAGICAL

[thevampiricnihal]

I think that Filiz Ahmet’s performance as Nigar is a bit underrated. Looking at these screenshots, her acting is a lot more subdued than her co-star’s (which is not a diss, Okan Yalabık as Ibrahim is a great performance and Ibrahim is a role that warrants an extravagant performance) but still just as efficient at conveying the emotion of a scene.

I think she is a bit underrated because the performance is presumably somewhat similar to actress’s own mannerisms whereas when you watch an interview with Okan Yalabık or Selma Ergeç they are nothing like Ibrahim and Hatice in mannerisms. But Filiz Ahmet played the innocent young daughter of a peasant family (based on Chavaleh in “Fiddler on the Roof”) in her other most famous role, and that role was nothing like Nigar.

She is a good actress is all I am saying. There was no Nigar scene that didn’t land due to her performance, no scene where she overacted or looked ridiculous, which is quite a feat considering how bad the writing for Nigar could get.

[gay-jewish-bucky]

since the yiddish for little bird is faygeleh, whenever i think of chavaleh (little bird) from fiddler my brain replaces 'chavahleh' with 'faygeleh'

[stargiirl27]

@carpehistoryandthepens thank u for tagging me! 💓

1. are you named after anyone?

you ever seen fiddler on the roof? chavaleh is the character I'm named after according to my dad but I think he's joking

2. when was the last time you cried?

yesterday! I read the virgin suicides and it got me

3. do you have kids?

not yet!

4. what sports do you/have you played?

I was on the dance team in school and I play tennis now!

5. do you use sarcasm?

occasionally idk

6. what's the first thing you notice about people?

the way they walk

7. what's your eye color?

blue!

8. scary movies or happy endings?

I love a scary movie WITH a happy ending

9. any talents?

I'm a pretty good writer, a great dancer, and I can bake

10. where were you born?

Trapani Sicily

11. what are you hobbies?

working out, reading, writing, baking

12. do you own any pets?

no :(

13. how tall are you?

5'4!

14. favorite subject in school?

English!

15. dream job?

don't have one, I want to be a stay at home mom :)

@tuff-ponyboy if you wanna!

[stupidjewishwhiteboy]

Apparently a common name amongst American Republican voters is “Kohen”.

I once met a woman who I’m pretty sure was Mormon whose youngest daughter was named Chavaleh—a Yiddish diminutive of a Hebrew name. The girl was adopted I think, so it’s possible she was given the name by Haredi birth parents, but somehow I doubt it.

I actually hate when goyim name their kids with explicitly Jewish names.

I do find it weird when I meet a goyisch Eliana or Elijah. And both of those names are in the top 100 SSA baby names.

I hate how goyim name their kids Levi, Eli, or Asher but pronounce their name lee-VAI and ee-LAI and A-shur.

I’ve met people named Ad-nai (w/o the hyphen obviously) and Aliyah, and none of them have been Jewish. I’ve never met a Jew with either of those names.

I know names like Benjamin, Sarah, and Noah are long gone. They’re so embedded into goyisch Christian culture that we’ll probably never be able to call them solely Jewish names. But why is that fair?

I hate how goyim seem to think that our holy books and our stories and our language and our names are for everyone. That so much “American” deli food is Ashkenazi food. That our rituals are appropriated so Christians can feel “closer to Jesus”. That our existence is ignored because the fact that we are still here, living and breathing, is inconvenient to their appropriation.

We’re often seen as some historical group, some ancient civilization, rather than a people who is still living.

Over and over again, our traditions and heritage are stolen from us, our meticulously recorded history is denied, and we are killed en masse.

Is it selfish that I just want our culture to be ours?

[teawiththespleen]

little bird, little chavaleh

[whiskeddreaming]

Fyedka starter

Canon compliant

Fyedka ran into the small building that he almost felt like a second home to him. The booksellers. A place where Fyedka felt at peace & safe, away from talk of war or the tsar. See, the Russian had discovered this place many years ago when he was still a preteen & had gotten many books there ever since. He prided himself on being able to stumble through some Yiddish which was a fairly impressive feat for someone learning entirely on their own with only the help of a few books. There were many things Fyedka enjoyed about the booksellers. He enjoyed the books, reading, learning… but most of all he enjoyed being able to see her. The beautiful yet mysterious girl that Fyedka always seemed to see there. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He had only recently figured out her name, Chava, & now he couldn’t seem to get it out of his head.

[comepraisetheinfanta]

[isaacapatow]

Hearing Cat talk about Orion like that -- not only with evident approval but also something approaching familiarity, even affection (by Cat standards) -- it made Ike's heart leap in his chest. It wasn't that he'd been overly worried about Cat getting along with his mooseling, both of them were straightforward and unpretentiously survivalist in their separate ways, but there was always the chance things might go awry. Now it seemed like they wouldn't.

"He's much more confident than people give him credit for, that's for sure," Ike said. But it didn't require elaboration. Cat volunteering a positive opinion of Orion pretty much guaranteed she'd figure all this out herself.

It was the return to their usual dynamic that got Ike's spidey-senses prickling with more attention; previous deeply-held priorities, reconfigured for a new reality. Safety and permanence, as much as that existed these days. "You stopped being work," he said, letting the fragile netting of her hair trail against his skin. The only fragile thing about her, unless you counted all that brittle web deep inside. "Little bird," he said. "Little chavaleh." A shared beat of twinned breath. "Feel like sleeping yet? Or should we have tea."

A sharp exhale of amusement, before Cat answered. "I like how Orion speaks. He selects words with precision and has the confidence to request elaboration when required." And he made Isaac happy. Looked after the heart of most supreme importance to Cat. What could be more worthy of appreciation?

"I don't mind. Never did." The balance may be challenging; learning to protect and care for him within the rules. She could not simply eliminate threats to his well-being anymore. So, Cat would learn the system and its boundaries. Because Isaac chose Redwood. And Cat chose Isaac.

Curling downward, Cat's hair became curtain, cutting out still more moonlight. "Isaac." The name for god on lips and heart. The chanted prayer to keep life and sanity intact by tooth or claw for years. Single minded and monstrous, could he ever know the depth of her devotion? "You're worth the work."

[askstarfrost]

Starfrost: .......

[whsprhouse]

            HE’S AT THE PIANO. “little bird, little chavaleh, i don't understand what's happening today, everything is all a blur... all I can see is a happy child, what a sweet little bird you were chavaleh, chavaleh...”

[coruscantiscribbler]

I binged watched Our Flag Means Death and I have become obsessed with end of S1E8. The events depicted would have been nothing less than riveting due the fact that ship was being boarded, even without the music. But we had music. The addition of Fleetwood Mac’s The Chain (plus the absence of dialogue) elevate that scene to the level of the sublime.

Take a moment and enjoy the scene 5x like I have in the last hour

The aforementioned scene reminded me how extraordinarily impacted I am by music, either by casual listen, or as a background inspiration (when I wrote). I would carefully lay out my playlist according to the mood I was attempting to build upon. Often, when I read other’s work, I unconsciously start inserting “theme” music to enhance my reading experience. Music is always with me.

I would like to turn this to you and discuss if music plays a part in your writing process (please don’t let this be my first single-word answer blunder 🤣) we have discussed your musical background in the past - in fact you have imbued Kallus with his mother’s vocal gifts in your exceptional fic, We Regret. It appears to be something that you carry close to your creative outlets, beyond the enjoyment of performance/listing pleasure. I would like to expand on this a bit. A few questions for you:

1. Do you listen to music whilst you write?

2. Do you hear musical passages in your head when you read your own fic? (Until I came to Tumblr, I used to think that this was my own personal quirk)

3. Have you ever been inspired to create a scene based on hearing a passage of music?

As is always, feel free to ignore the questions altogether and discuss the topic in any way you see fit (just don’t answer “no”, please) Once again, thank you for your precious gift of your time.

I am reasonably human again after getting a second booster of the Moderna vaccine. Had Pfizer the first three times, but this one really hit hard.

Yes, I write to music. I can't listen to vocal music because it pulls me out of the writing. Everyone of my characters save one is musical. I deliberately had this woman in one book series who is unable to carry a tune in a bucket because I thought I ought to stop with the music thing.

I don't know if a particular musical piece has inspired a scene, but I certainly use music to place me emotionally where I need to be for a scene. If I'm about to write something deeply sad or tragic I will often listen to an exchange between Violetta and Alfredo in Act 2 of La Traviata. It's where she is telling him goodbye and he doesn't realize she is leaving him. The other piece that can make me cry is in Act 3 of Traviata where she dying, but Alfredo comes back and their reunion is so poignant and passionate.

A character in one of my book series is an accomplished pianist (and singer) so I tend to listen to Mozart piano concertos and Mendelssohn piano works with him.

I do like some modern music, but am less familiar with that, and I'm a complete Broadway baby. I have sung Guinevere and Eliza and Chavaleh, and Mei Li with our local civic light opera.

Music is almost constantly running in my head, and when I hike, or work outside the EarPods are in and music is playing, and when I'm in the car I am constantly listening to music. When I completely despair about the human race and our inhumanity to each other I think about the music that has been created over the centuries and I think we maybe, might, survive as a species.

[bumblingest-bee]

me when little bird little chavaleh i don’t understand what’s happening today everything is all a blur

rehearsing the reprise of tradition from the chorus offstage after tevye rejects chava. shrieking. sobbing. on the ground. pounding the floor. trembling. weeping and gnashing my teeth.

[jewishsimming]

Dearest Mama & Papa,

As I write to you, it is almost a year to the day since I arrived in Henford-on-Bageley. And what a year it has been!

Avram continues to work long hours, but it is honest work, and is how we earn money as our little farm grows. I have taken over the tending of the garden in Avram’s stead.

I was overjoyed to hear of Chavaleh and Eliezer’s arrival. My first nephew! But of course, she is not little Chavaleh anymore, is she? She is a woman and a mother, as I am. How pleased you must be, to see your daughters become mothers themselves, and teach their children as you did. As the saying is, l’dor v’dor.

And now for an update on my own ‘little Chavaleh’. Sarah is beginning to crawl, and I find myself chasing after her more often than not. She is a delight, and a terror,and how I wish you were here to dote on her.

Give my love to the family.

Your loving daughter,

Esther

February 3rd, 1891