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Shmuel Marcus

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Shmuel Marcus lived in Kharkov, Ukraine, for one year in 1995, working with Jews struggling to reclaim their heritage in the chaos of the disintegrated Soviet Union. That experience gave birth to the vivid stories in Chicken Kiev and a series of short pieces of what he calls "Chassidic Fiction"
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 letter...
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.
His one hand held a wooden cane, the other somehow was suddenly on my shoulder. "Can you davven?" he whispered
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. “C’mon...
The Vodofskys are like any other Jewish family in Kharkov...
I suppose every twenty-year-old should have an eighty-eight-year-old friend
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 play...
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.
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 nam...
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