Book, Tévye, the milkman[LS]

Language: Brazilian Portuguese. Dear Reader, It was a pleasure to hear from you. The cold, the cloudy sky, Gaddafi, Syria, Gaza and some things, but in our own backyard, make us withdraw into our corner, wanting to look up, down or to the side, in order to see something. In my case, apart from the things I see daily, I can tell you that I saw, or rather, watched with my eyes and hands on the computer keyboard, Tévye's farewell. He said goodbye to me and, with that smile you already know, observed that, if I wanted to meet him again, two possibilities were available to me: the first would be to read it again in the small print in Yiddish (with the ' fidler oifn boidm'), and the second, if I wanted to talk to him from afar, to wait for publication in a language that was not even known in Iehupetz and in which a certain JG, perhaps out of boredom, had dared to recount everything what had happened to him, only God knows why. With that, I tell you a part of Tévye's tragicomedy in the tragic comedy of his appearance in neo-Romanesque characters. The rest is not worth commenting on, it is up to how next summer will appear when our hero appears in boots, kapote, cap and katan tales, on the shelves of bookstores. With my hug, peace be with you.