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By Shmuel Marcus and Avraham D. Vaisfiche This concise biography of Rebbetzin Chana Schneerson, mother of the Lubavitcher Rebbe, Rabbi Menachem M. Schneerson gives a glimpse of her remarkable legacy. The Rebbetzin’s story is told through fascinating text, historic pictures, and handwritten ...
By Shmuel Marcus A concise and illuminating narrative provides glimpses of the true stature of this modest woman. Her biography is an account of the trials and triumphs of the Lubavitcher movement during those tumultuous times.
By Shmuel Marcus His one hand held a wooden cane, the other somehow was suddenly on my shoulder. "Can you davven?" he whispered
By Shmuel Marcus It was a cold night in Brooklyn. The brick houses in the background were slowly fading away. The parked jeep and lamppost were already gone. The voices were getting louder. “Work Jew! Work!” The soldiers barked at me from under their warm fur hats. ...
By Shmuel Marcus The Vodofskys are like any other Jewish family in Kharkov...
By Shmuel Marcus I suppose every twenty-year-old should have an eighty-eight-year-old friend
By Shmuel Marcus The government guy speaks a few words in Russian; the rabbi places the first working lantern, then the second, then the third. He then slowly tries lighting the fourth and fifth. I close my eyes for the miracle, but there is none. The music starts to ...
By Shmuel Marcus Fresh snow covers the ground, thinking I’m too young to know. On the other side of the pit four Russians dressed like railroad or construction workers look me up and down. I try not to look back.
By Shmuel Marcus Lunch break comes, and it is too cold to play outside. My students gather by the window. They too will witness the mass murder of hundreds of colorful gum balls. Keeping kosher to these kids means no gum balls. Now, finally, someone who cares, someone ...
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