A little bit of this, a little bit of that.nA pot, a pan, a broom, a hat.nnSomeone should have set a match to this place years ago.nA bench, a tree.nSo, what's a stove? Or a house?nPeople who pass through Anatevka don't even know they've been here.nA stick of wood. A piece of cloth.nnWhat do we leave? Nothing much.nOnly Anatevka.nnAnatevka, Anatevka.nUnderfed, overworked Anatevka.nWhere else could Sabbath be so sweet?nAnatevka, Anatevka.nIntimate, obstinate Anatevka,nWhere I know everyone I meet.nnSoon I'll be a stranger in a strange new place,nSearching for an old familiar facen>From Anatevka.nnI belong in Anatevka,nTumble-down, work-a-day Anatevka.nDear little village, little town of mine
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