Stories

“I was some miles away from here when I began walking in the direction of Dvinsk for no particular reason.”

“Rebbe! We’ve been toiling all morning, polishing our buttons in your honor. Now it’s your turn to work hard: polish our souls, which have been dulled and coarsened . . .”

The children had leaned a tall pole against a building and were competing with each other as to who could climb the highest...

Late in the afternoon, the Rebbe emerged from his room and instructed that the circumcision commence. The only clue to his delay was the mysterious sentence that passed his lips, "Ay... the Polotzk burial society..."

“Please invite the wagon driver to come see me,” said the Rebbe upon hearing that the man was in town.

"Tell us Rebbe! If you have the ability to stir such a Jew to repentance, why don't we, who spend so much time with you and try so hard to improve, find it easier to repent?"

That's the profit from the sale of a calf in the marketplace of the White Russian town of Lubavitch

The Jews of Vitebsk, if you want to know the truth, were never known to be generous givers of money to charitable causes. But they could always be counted on to provide food for the hungry.

Suddenly the front door rattled and thundered; someone was pounding and shouting outside, “Help! Help! Let me in!”