Chassidic Stories

The room fell utterly silent. All were caught in the thrall of the melody, a melody of yearning and resolve, of ascent and retreat...

A room full of five-year-olds in a Russian cheder learn a new way to read the Alef Bet

It seems that this stingy man, despite his considerable wealth, was loath to share his blessings, no matter how worthy or urgent the cause. Rabbis and beggars alike avoided his home

Matter before spirit?

"It's Chanukah," cried Nachman, "the festival of miracles! We'll do the mitzvah the way it should be done. Not in some rusty can fished out from the garbage..."

What kind of question did Joseph ask his brothers? Doesn't everybody have a father?

"Tell him," said the Rebbe, "that not everything in the Middle Ages was dark"

"Do you know where all our rubles come from?" said Igor to Ivan. "The Czar himself has them minted in his palace! So why doesn't he just keep all the rubles he needs, and we'll keep ours?"

The Rebbe took the gold coin, wedged it in a crack in the wall next to his desk, and said no more

The young prodigy overheard the exchange between the rabbi and the wagon driver. He could scarcely believe his ears. A pound of candles to atone for violating the holy Shabbat?

I heard the voice of my three-year-old daughter Chanah calling to me, "Father, father, where are you? Father, father, answer me..."

When I was 11 years old, my father gave me the manuscript as a gift. "This is a chassidic kiss," he said, "in time I will explain"

The year was 1945, just after the war. The place: a refugee camp somewhere in Germany. Jews just out of concentration camps had gathered in a barracks-turned-Synagogue for the Yom Kippur prayers

"Why did your husband leave you?" asked Rabbi Israel.
"He says that I'm ugly," said the deserted wife.
"And what do you say to that?" asked the Chassidic master.

At the conclusion of the voyage, the doctor asked the Rebbe to forgive him for having been the cause of his illness. "You, the cause of my illness?" asked the Rebbe in amazement

"No, no," came the impatient reply from within. "Everything is in perfect condition. There's no need for any repairs"

A tall thin man, wrapped in a black cloak, suddenly appeared at the open door. He looked silently around the room, walked to a corner and just stood there, staring at the Baal Shem Tov

Instead of answering the chassid's question, Rabbi DovBer dispatched him to the town of Zhitomir. "Go visit my disciple, Rabbi Zev" he said. "Only he can provide you with the answer you seek"