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Classic chassidic tales. There's no better way to make a point than to tell a story...

Chassidic Stories

Chassidic Stories

There's no better way to make a point than to tell a story...

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The village healer tried all her remedies, the big-city doctor prescribed a regimen of healthy foods, but the poor girl remained unable to move.
As he finally made his weary way to bed, he was arrested by the brokenhearted sound of Reb Zusha crying.
Glancing at the guest house, he saw a mysterious light in one of the windows, an ethereal glow the likes of which he had never seen.
“Rebbe,” she sobbed, “you are my last hope! My husband left me years ago, and I desperately want to move on with my life. Tell me, O tell me. Where shall I turn?”
Ivan Stepanovich stood on the platform, looking forward to Eliezer Paltiel’s trial the next day. This time, he felt certain he would be rid of the rich Jew once and for all. Afterwards, the Jew’s guilt could easily be used to incite a pogrom that would begin first in his village and then spread to the surrounding villages.
Informed that his son was in grave danger, the rebbe merely motioned with his hand to continue the festivities.
He took the ram’s horn to his lips, ready to blow. Yet, try as he might, not a sound issued from the horn.
Once exceptionally wealthy, Avigdor was now poverty-stricken. Mr. Tzaddok, once a pauper, had come into great wealth.
Not waiting another moment, he jumped into the fiery depths of Gehinnom.
So this teenage kid pulls up to the shul on his speedy white horse, ties it to a post and swaggers in for a talk with the rabbi.
They brought him paper from the neighbors, so much that there was a mountainous pile on the table, reaching almost to the ceiling. And he still wasn't satisfied.
After you saw I hadn’t taken any of your gold coins, why did you not trust that I hadn’t taken any of your silver coins, which are much less valuable?
Rashbatz served as the childhood tutor of the sixth Chabad Rebbe, Rabbi Yosef Yitzchak Schneersohn (1880–1950). One of the stories he particularly enjoyed telling his young charge had an important lesson . . .
As the Rebbe’s chassidim waited worriedly for him to arrive, he was climbing deep into the woods, with a sack on his back, to chop down wood...
"Quite a change, is it not?" said Abraham with a pleased smile on his face. "Yes, quite a change," the Rebbe sadly replied
I returned to my compartment in a state of confusion. The last thing I had expected from the Rebbe was a business tip
To my right sat my friend Berl, and to my left my friend Zalman. Yossel sat in front of me. The melamed was tall, with stern eyes, but with a warm and loving smile.
“Go in peace,” said the Maggid to the destitute and unmarried young scholar. “Accept the first marriage proposal that is suggested to you.”