by Moishe Katchke
Translated by Selwyn Rose
I don't know, nor will I ever know if any remember the restrictions placed upon Yiddish theatrical productions by the Tsarist regime in 1907, populating different areas including Vohlin. It seems the restriction came as a collective punishment on the Jews for their participation in the 1904/05 Revolution.
I remember the group of Jewish actors' great success at their presentation at the local theater for a number of weeks, of their production in 1907. I was a young man at the time and one summer Saturday night that same year, I saw their presentation of Hertzel'eh Ha-Meyuhas before a standing-room only audience. At the end of the performance, word spread that it had been the last one and it seems as if I can still hear the rustle of surprised voices throughout the hall at the announcement of the prohibition to continue and that the ban had so suddenly come upon Dubno.
Thus that summer brought an end to the Jewish theater until the days of the Kerensky revolution.
The Jewish population of Dubno felt a great loss with the cessation of the Yiddish production especially the working classes, since the Intelligentsia were able to patronize the Russian theater or the Ukrainian operettas like Kamara(?) and Natalka Poltavka and only the general population remained without entertainment. There was no permanent movie theater in those years except a mobile one that would appear from time to time featuring a number of shows in the Rathaus hall.
In the meantime at the end of 1914 a rumor was heard in Dubno that a group of amateur players in Rivne was renewing the presentation of Jewish plays; the income would be devoted to treating the war-injured and the permission for it was obtained from the Tsar's eldest daughter who administered the military hospitals in Rivne. Following the rumor, the group of Jewish amateurs in Dubno joined together for a great struggle: it was decided to present Goldfaden's Bar Kochba.
Also when I was young I was occasionally given a place in the chorus because of my voice. The rehearsals took place in the rooms of Tov'leh Peled (Tovel the shoemaker) in Stare Street with the following cast:
After the festival of Shavuot in 1918, when I returned from Czechoslovakia after a stay of three years, I discovered from an announcement that the local amateurs were going to present in the near future the musical David's Harp using the premises of the local dignitary, Mr. Greenberg. When that same evening I approached the booking office to buy tickets, my friends Haim Feinghort(?),(today in the USA) and Herschel Wilner (today in Buenos Aires), who told me that a certain actor who had been cast to play the part of Startist(?) was unable to appear and I could be his replacement if I agreed to do so. I couldn't refuse the request of my old friends and we immediately went back-stage to the dressing-rooms so that I could make-up and dress for the role in this particular instance that of a woman.
As a youth I appeared in the play David's Harp in that same role that was also played by another young man and the fact that it was that of a female made no difference except for the wearing of a woman's red wig with a plait hanging down the back and her little finger of her right hand held constantly between her lips all the time hanging on to her father's caftan. Occasionally the father would slap her hand and tell her to take her finger out of her mouth although Tehilah that was the role's name obstinately goes her own way and from time to time bursts into a wild neighing laugh.
The audience never discovered that I was a boy and the role of a simpleton that I played made a great impression. Eventually, at the end, when the audience expected the players to appear on stage and as is usual without their make-up I, too, removed my wig and before the audience stood not a girl but a young man
Spontaneous applause broke out in the hall and from that time I belonged to the group of amateur players as an active member. The members of the group were:
Haim Feinghort, Meir Talberstein(?), Herschel Wilner, Shlomo Lederman, Lazar Eisenberg, Manny Kinstein, W. Poticha, Liza Rosenfeld, Bilha Kram and the writer of these lines.
The season didn't last long, at the most until the beginning of 1919. Then the power moved from Hetman Skoropadski to Petliura. On the eve of the Purim festival in 1919 the local villagers organized themselves in order to oust Petliura's men from the town and the following day the resurgent leadership based in one of the villages began moving towards town in the hundreds, Ukrainians from the suburbs of Zabramya to Surmicze and to the barracks the central
|Bottom row, right to left: Diner, Nahum Katchke;
Second row: Rachel Luwshit, Lulke Kram, Sonny Freidman, M. Katchke;
Third row: Itka, Fishbein, Rivka Warech, Miriam Mendelberg, Paltenzon, Ita Frankel, Hanna Falk;
Fourth row: Poticha Michal, Gochberg Avraham, Goshkis Avraham, Gochberg, jun.;
Fifth row: Warech, Pressman Shamai
meeting point of the Sitschower and Galician units of Petliura forces. These regiments were stunned at the sight of the weapon-bearing Ukrainian civilians advancing upon them and retreated in panic as far as the railroad station intending to flee the place. At that same time the revolutionaries were about to encircle the station approaching from the direction of nearby villages but the encirclement wasn't fulfilled because the Sitsower unit began bombarding them and they retreated with heavy losses. From the railroad station the Sitsower forces returned to town and began hunting for whoever they could find and thus twenty-one young people, suspected of belonging to the young Jewish activists fell into their hands. These young people were brutally slaughtered and their bodies cast into an open pit near the White Barracks.
After that black Purim many young people fled Dubno to the various surrounding communities and I escaped to a small hamlet on the road. There I chanced to meet Hershe'le Wilner and Eisenstadt, also from Dubno. The local Jews were as if from another continent living quietly and undisturbed. Unemployment brought us to seek out public activity and together with the local young people we staged a musical play with the accompaniment of a local orchestra. We also staged a production of The Estimable Hertz'la. The successs brightened our lives and the income was dedicated to the local charitable organizations.
After a short time I returned to Dubno but 1919 to 1920 were years of invasions - for a start the communists and the Poles after them, mobilization followed mobilization with no settled organization or order. Only in 1921-1922 did life return to normal when the Poles and the Russians finally came to some kind of peace agreement. Then the Jewish youth of Dubno became united with charitable Zionist organizations such as Leinat Ha-Tzedek and local hospitals. (Leinat Ha-Tzedek filled a most important function among the needy classes by reaching out with medical assistance and was always in need of financial assistance). Also
the Jewish Amateur Theatrical Group renewed its activities and new young members were added: N. Kram; Chaika Feinlitt(?); Moshe Pinchosovich; Feyga Valder and Shmuel Toister, Feyga's husband.
The first play we staged was Bubbeh Yachneh (Grandma Yachneh [gossip]). Moshe Pinchosovich took upon himself the role of the likeable 'grandma' and it was he who brought a rousing success to the production. It was his last appearance but before every opening night he would come to rehearsals and give his professional observations and for us, the young actors, his criticisms were welcomed from all aspects.
We mostly staged dramas and operettas accompanied by the Dubno orchestra among whose players were: Moshe Streiner (violin), Mendel Katchke (clarinet), and Eliyahu Kagan (piano). In time we staged the following: The Witch, Chinka Pinka(?), The Village Boy, The American, The Yeshiva Boy, David's Harp, The Estimable Hertz'le, The Dybukk, and The wise scholar. The group had its own regular prompter, Eliyahu Centner. Lazar Eizenberg was in charge of scenery and the barber, Fichanyuk(?) was the make-up artist.
The preparation for the production was as follows:
First of all we read the text and afterwards allocated the roles. As is usual with the hoi-polloi the allocation of roles did not go forward peacefully or without jealousy and gossip. For two weeks after there were rehearsals the last of which with all the associated business took place on stage. On opening night the cast came early to make-up and attend to their costumes and with all the hurry and scurry and hesitancies the curtain went up. Obviously there were errors but the audience was not aware of them and the applause and acceptance were encouraging.
In 1925 the group began to disperse, this one for that reason and that one for another and the group separated. Wilner immigrated to Argentina, Haim Feinghort and Leah Rosenfeld to the United States and the writer of these lines to Mandated Palestine. With the vacuum created in the group by the loss of the veterans their places began to be filled with a group of artisans. At their head were Avraham Katchke, Ya'acov Pergamen and Meir Kubinius(?) who were among the management. The productions were reduced to a variety of sketches of one type or another.
It is necessary to note that from 1922 until 1925 a number of activities gathered around the Histadrut that displayed an interest in the theater. The group took part in the academic productions and dances and created a pleasant choir conducted by the Hebrew teacher Balaban (of blessed memory).
|The cast of Heroes of Kastinia|
At the end of 1928 when I came to Dubno from Palestine on a visit to my family, I came to know the branch of Hechalutz. Its members who knew something of my history resolutely insisted that I produce something of Zionist Pioneering concerning which they had little or no suitable material. I prepared a sort of audition among the boys and girls in the branch and discovered considerable talent and from these I created a presentation in three acts of what is occurring in Palestine, together with songs and many dances - all directed to the wholesomeness of the Hechalutz. The name of the show was Strength of the Hechalutz or The Heroes of Kastinia. The committee formed from among the members Avraham Hoz, Avraham Hochberg and others confirmed the success of the production with much fanfare. As the writer and producer of the play I was very proud and the participants were full of enthusiasm and excitement while the technical aspects and script were of a high standard. Most of the visitors were from Zionist circles and their supporters and unanimously expressed the opinion that in a short hour they felt that their spirits had been transferred to the Land of Israel. The play was also staged in surrounding towns Varkovichi, Demidovka and Berestechko. The effervescent content so excited the many national pioneering youngsters that at the beginning of the thirties many immigrated to Mandatory Palestine. With that came the end of acting and popular theatrical productions in Dubno and the county.
by Moshe Cohen
Translated by Selwyn Rose
At the end of the nineteenth century a rumor spread around town that in the big cities, like Odessa, Kharkov, Warsaw and others they were beginning to bake matzot with machines. Only a few years later there appeared in our home a family member from Odessa Mr. Yisroel Shochet and introduced himself to my father as a specialist with matzo-making machines. He even brought with him wooden molds for producing the machine parts and proposed to my father that they create a partnership in a modern matzo-baking bakery. My father considered the proposition and agreed to it; he gave his partner the necessary amount of money and the man went to the factory in Młynów to order the castings for the machines.
This was in the autumn of 1903.
In the meantime my father looked for a suitable site for a bakery with storage space for the flour and the finished matzot, rented a half-destroyed house of the sexton's wife, facing the synagogue. He made the necessary repairs and installed the special oven. In addition he rented a storage space in Soroka Street for the flour and in Yankel Groipen's house in the same street a place to store the matzot.
The machine parts arrived and Mr. Yisroel Shochet erected them and prepared them for operation.
On Tu B'Shvat (15th Shvat), 1st February 1904 the oven was lighted for the first time. Everything was ready to begin the baking and the local Rabbis, conspicuous citizens and community leaders were invited to come and see the bakery in operation and grant the necessary certification for Kashrut. After the exacting examination the certificate was given. But with the appearance of the matzot in the market it became clear that one important fact had not been taken into account: The Jews of Dubno were accustomed to round matzot
That same year only 40% of the baked matzot for Passover were sold while the rest were sold after the festival at half-price. The financial loss was heavy.
In the autumn 1904 my father sold the machines to Moshe Kalinowski for 150 Rubles a small proportion of what had been his total investment in the above business. Indeed after a few years bakeries were founded in Dubno for baking matzot not only for the Jews of Dubno but also for the other larger communities of Poland.
by B. Bardigo
Translated by Selwyn Rose
Dubno was one of the towns in Poland to start baking matzot mechanically instead of manually. My father (of blessed memory) Mr. Yehuda, initiated a foundry belonging to a Count, for the casting of machine-parts for the production of matzo in Młynów at the beginning of the First World War. My father prepared the drawings for the casting, the result was satisfactory and Dubno began producing machine-made matzot. The factory grew with the years and created work for 400 workers especially during the winter months when there was usually considerable unemployment from January until April. The quality of the matzot created a good name for Dubno matzot and the product reached as far as Belgium.
It is easy to speculate that the orthodox Rabbanut tried very hard to block the production that deviated in some respects from accepted norms for baking matzot but in 1934-1936 its attitude changed for the better because the benefits to the factory and to Dubno were so conspicuous that the Rabbanut could no longer ignore it. By chance the pioneering youth organization Gordonia also benefitted from the factory, in that its members received employment during those same years especially during the cold months - from the unexpected source.
For the years 1912-1914 the supply of flour came from the water-powered flour-mill rented by Mr. Yakira and his family although at the time of the Austrian invasion when there was no wheat, the town's Rabbi declared it permissible to use hulled wheat. During the hard years 1916-1917 the bakery operated as a cooperative, while in 1920 the industrialist from £ód, Menahem Holler came to Dubno and introduced a new effervescent vitality into the industry both in the wholesale manufacture of matzot and the special packaging in cartons. The quantity of water used by Mr. Holler was very small and as a result his matzot were especially dry and crisp and the quantity he was able to export to certain locations amounted to ten thousand kilograms. Mr. Holler brought his flour from the town of £utsk. He also succeeded in acquiring from the Rabbi Velvel'eh religious clearance for a general bakery both within and outside the town.
We can learn of the advances in the industrial preparation of matzot from fact that from1931 the whole industry became mechanized and non-Jewish employees also worked in the bakeries, under the critical supervision of the rabbinical inspectors.
From 1925 six mechanized matzo bakeries operated in Dubno: Alter Phaltz; the Great Synagogue bakery; the bakery of Hertz Tessler. The town notable, Czerkas himself supplied one-hundred and twenty thousand kilograms of matzot between 1925 and 1934 for sale outside Dubno. Before the Second World War Dubno produced to Lvov, Pashamyzl(?), £ód, Warsaw, Bialystok, Katowice, Posen, Tarnow and Piotrków. There were even enthusiastic purchasers in Antwerp for Dubno's matzot.
by Aviezer Zaks
Translated by Selwyn Rose
We all know the event took place in 1906.
That same year I was living in Dubno, Vohlin County in Russia. Around the same time in partnership with three friends we opened a private school; it was a Heder Metukan we taught Hebrew in the Hebrew language and the institution earned a good reputation among the public. Heder Metukan was understandably not well-liked by the older established traditional and learned scholars who opened a concerted opposition to us, not even hesitating to tittle-tattle against us vindictively in fact we were virtually all, professionally suited to the task and each one of us had in his possession some kind of official document from the inspector of schools and educational establishments proving our fitness for the role of educator. Nevertheless, what needs to be added is an understanding of the expression professionally suited in the framework of the times because then like now much depended on who you know and who knows you.
It was during this period that the Zionists convened a province-wide in effect, national conference in the town of Rivne. In Dubno the two delegates chosen were the writer and poet Mr. Zalman Ashkenazi of blessed memory, and myself. The delegates to the congress came from Dubno, Kamyanetz (Komenetz) and other places close to the Austrian border. Also taking part in the conference was the noted Zionist leader Menahem Sheinkin of blessed memory and the government-recognized Rabbi from Balta Podolia. The council conducted itself formally with elected chairmen, secretaries, veteran party members, an opposition, supporters of Herzl's ideology and those of Ususshkin's all of them pushing to make speeches most of them saying little new. During the closing ceremonies when all the delegates were gathered together to honor Sheinkin, a delegate from one of the villages close to the border stood up and began to give voice to a serious problem: He described in touching words the fate of many refugees who had left Russia with no official passport. Their misfortune was to fall into the hands of many so-called agents and border smugglers. It was because of this that he had come to claim the attention and ears of the gathered Zionists, especially those from the border villages, that even though it was
|Author and poet Aviezer Zaks|
not specifically a core Zionist issue it behoove them to form aid committees to be present when their trains arrive at railway stations to welcome them, assist them, to assist them with advice and support in safeguarding their property and belongings from would-be thieves and similar vagabonds. The Zionists must prove, he asserted, that they are the sensitive and active part of the people. After this delegate's comments the party commenced and praises and compliments were showered on the head of Sheinkin there were those who compared him to the Maccabees while others to Bar-Kochba, and those paying the compliments returned time and time again on their flowery expressions of praise.
While the party was still in full swing a cable from Dubno was handed to me; it was from my colleague at the school and he informed me that the police had come and closed our Heder Metukan because it was illegal for several teachers to be giving instruction while gathered together under one roof and only the inspector sitting in Kamyanetz had the authority to re-interpret the law and he was the only one who could give permission to reopen the Heder Metukan.
Present at the party was a noted delegate from Kamyanetz named Meshullam (his family name escapes me) and when he heard of the Heder Metukan issue he promised me that he would grant me every possible assistance if I will approach him in Kamyanetz. I bid farewell to all my colleagues and hastened to the railroad station while the ceremony was still in progress, in order to arrive at Kamyanetz without delay.
Here we are aboard the train flying towards Kamyanetz and at one of the small stations a Jewish woman burst into the railcar loaded down with innumerable parcels and packages. In great agitation she told us that this is the third night she finds herself wandering around on the railways she comes from Kyiv (Kiev) and this night she has to be in Kamyanetz and from there to a small village near the border where an agent will be waiting for her and together with other Jews she will be smuggled over the border. From there she will travel to her husband in America.
A warm glow swept through me and I instantly heard the echo of the delegate calling upon us to aid our brethren in distress I sat her down on the seat and arranged all her belongings in a pile and offered her some food to revive her soul. She recovered her composure somewhat and leaning back in her seat quickly fell asleep while I sat there and looked after her belongings. At every single station ticket inspectors came aboard and woke all the sleeping passengers and checked the tickets of everyone. Our Jewish woman opened one eye, produced her ticket and immediately fell asleep again. Thus the night hours passed until we arrived at Kamyanetz. Here she awoke and began to gather together all her belongings and pushed her way towards the door while I stood by and helped to make way for her. By doing this I became the last person in the car and returned to my seat to collect my suitcase and what did I see before my eyes? A woman's coat lying precisely in the place the woman had been sitting. It was clearly hers. I picked it up and hurried off the train turning this way and that to see if I could spot her along the platform but she was nowhere to be seen so she had certainly already left the station.
I took the coat to the station-master's office and said to him: Sir, please take this woman's coat from me, I found it left behind in the train just arrived from Rivne, in the place where she had been sitting The officer caught hold of my arm and led me into a side-room where he ordered me to shake the contents of the coat's pockets out and also to empty my own pockets all the time questioning me as to my identity, where I was from, where I was going and then asked for my passport.
I said: Officer! What have I done that you should question me so?
He replied: We know plenty of birds like you, finding lost property left behind in the railway carriages
I said: But I'm the one who brought this article to you.
He replied: Nobody asked you to take the coat from where you found it and bring it to me!
Everything turned dark before my eyes with the look of suspicion in the officer's face. What a nice thing that's going to be to stand before a magistrate in a Dubno court. Even if I am cleared what will the world think, especially the teachers, about the matter of the woman's coat? How would you yourself feel before all of creation knowing you are innocent?
I pleaded with the officer for understanding and a measure of forgiveness but his reply was a vehement No!
We know you Yids! he shouted at me loudly. Who knows if you don't belong to some damned gang or other? And even if what you say is true and you don't belong to any gang even so what you did was against the law! Who are you to me? Let the judge deal with you in your town of Dubno; let him decide who and what you are! We'll see each other; in the meantime get out of my sight!
My insides churned in anger but what could I do? Having no option I went to Kamyanetz and there I found the delegate Meshullam. With released anger I told him the story of the woman's coat and the official. Meshullam broke down in laughter, took out a note of three rubles and sent it to the inspector to appease his feelings and my passport was returned to me and not only that but the inspector also renewed my teacher's certificate for our Heder Metukan
Happy and full of satisfaction I returned to Dubno.
by B. Elimelech
Translated by Selwyn Rose
An ancient town indeed is Dubno in the County of Vohlin and many years ago was famous for her scholars and geniuses. There, there was an equally old Beit Ha-Midrash carrying the name Or-Torah and there sat the scholars of the town day and night busy with studying Torah. All who passed by the building, either by day or by night, heard the voice the voice of Ya'acov - and said: That can only be a house of G-d. Except on Friday, from noon until the hour of welcoming the Shabbat, then the voices were stilled. The sad tones penetrating the heart and soul, the sound of the Gemara being studied and in the building silence reigned, a holy silence, and only the sound of the sexton's footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the building as he walked about. During these hours the scholars prepared themselves, purifying their bodies in the ritual baths readying themselves to greet the Queen Shabbat, while the sexton cleans the candle-sticks and places in them the Shabbat candles, changes the decorated curtain of the Holy Ark with its Shabbat counterpart, fills the bowl with water for washing the hands and changes the towels for clean ones all to honor the Shabbat.
While all this was happening, there dwelt a Jew in Breslau (Wrocław), Germany. The man, an illiterate peasant, knew no Torah as such and kept no Commandments; he had no sons. The man had heard of the Jews of the countries of Eastern Europe, knew of them being immersed in the living Torah and keeping the Commandments, performing acts of charity every day of their lives with their hearts and souls drawn to G-d. His heart was drawn to them more and more as each day passed; at night he was unable to sleep and all his food lost its flavor as it passed his lips for his soul yearned after his brethren in the lands of the east. And the day came when he said to his wife: Why are we dwelling among the Christians? The Torah we know not, neither do we keep the Commandments of G-d and the day of our fate will arrive we shall be buried in the graves of the Christians and our names will be erased from the memory of Man for we have no son to remember us or to pray for our souls after our death. Come! Let us leave this place and walk to where our brethren, the Children of Israel dwell and settle ourselves with them and there we will learn from them to keep the Commandments of G-d and walk in His ways and when we walk the way of all the earth we will be buried in a grave of Israel and perhaps there will even be found good people who will pray the Kaddish prayer after we pass away and we will rest on our eternal resting place in peace.
His wife agreed to his proposal, and they arose and departed thence. And they walked from the west to the east and came unto the place that was called the Lower (earthly) Garden of Eden which is at the navel of the country called Ukraine. Broad fields of arable land spread around and forests of sturdy oak trees with stout branches such, that the early settlers called the place Dubno. And the man and his wife came to the place and dwelt there in Dubno. And they were happy when they saw they had come to a place of Torah and the fear of Heaven and they said: If we are unversed in Torah and the Commandments, we will observe well what they do and we will do as they do and become like unto them and their teachers and scholars and their righteous ones will protect us with their Torah and their good deeds. And G-d blessed the deeds of the man and he prospered in the land and became rich. All the princes, nobles and owners of estates favored him and made of him a trader and merchant. This one sold him the produce of his fields and that the lumber of his forests; another rented him his distillery and yet another, his rivers with their fish while his brethren, dwellers of the place found their sustenance and livelihood with him because of his good heart, and all his wishes were that his brethren should live with honor and not know want.
And the man did much charity for the poor of the town. With the approach of the Passover festival he supplied them with Passover flour from his flour mills and sent a fattened bull to the slaughter and the meat he distributed to them and fish from his rivers; and the stories spread of his good deeds both seen and unseen and multiplied endlessly. But the wise men looked not favorably upon him; they gossiped about him sitting bare-headed in the homes of nobles without even a yarmulke. Even tea he would drink from the cup of the nobles, shaking them by the hand on both entering and leaving their homes, even believers in paganism and astrology and more and more terrible acts such as these.
And it came to pass, when he waxed old he said unto his wife: Behold I have grown old and grey and even you my wife have become so and soon the way of all the earth will come upon us and we have no son and no daughter to remember our name. Come, let us perform some deed that there shall be some remembrance of our name in the land of the living, in the place where we have dwelt. And the man and his wife sat together and considered in their hearts what they might do that their name should be remembered. And they decided to build from anew the Beit Ha-Midrash - Or-Torah and call it by their name as a memorial for them. When the rumor came to the ears of the scholars they were shocked and their anger burned within them. How can such a thing be, they said, what insolence! That this peasant should build a house of study for the learned of Dubno!? By what right? No! His request shall not be granted! We shall not receive from his hand such a gift. It is better that we should crowd ourselves into our old house rather receive a gift from this peasant. The man pleaded with them to accept the gift and others also approached them in his name to persuade them but in vain. And the man was greatly saddened and without hope.
And there came a day when the man sat in the home of one of the nobles discussing business and the noble looked upon him and saw the man's countenance was sad and asked of him: Why is your face so fallen and sad, my friend? And the man told him of what had befallen him. And the nobleman said unto him: I will give you advice and if you do as I say you will succeed. Arise, purchase the land next to the Beit Ha-Midrash and prepare timber and all the other materials for the construction. On Friday noon, when the scholars are to be found in the bath-house, let my servants and serfs come in their numbers and in one hour they will demolish
the old building and erect the new one in its place. After it is done the scholars will no longer oppose it and will acquiesce and compromise in the matter of the new building. The words seemed good in the eyes of the man and he did so.
Friday noon the scholars left the Beit Ha-Midrash they all went to bathe in preparation for the Shabbat. And indeed when they came to greet the Shabbat eve Agh! What villainy has this peasant done: has he destroyed the Beit Ha-Midrash of the scholars to its foundations and raised a new one in its place? The anger of the scholars burned against him and in the heat of their rage they all left and went to the synagogue in town. A scamp like that! What a nerve he has!...
And the man hid his face from the anger that sought to tear him to shreds.
Days passed; the storm passed and the anger abated. But the new building stood silent and abashed. None crossed the thresh-hold. And the man's grief was as deep as the ocean. He went to the scholars and begged them to return to the new building but they adamantly refused they were firm and unequivocal. It was impossible to change their mind. No! NO!!
The day came when the man went to the Great Fair held in the town of Leipzig and he bought there three articles of value at a high price: a wonderful clock; an expensive lamp embedded with precious stones that by some hidden means extinguished itself after the prayers on the Shabbat eve when the last of the congregation left the Beit Ha-Midrash; and a copper bowl for hand washing that, according to all the signs was the bowl made in the days of Moses our Teacher from the copper mirrors made by the women decorating the Sanctuary in the wilderness and donated by them, their most precious possession, to make the bowl 
And the man brought the three wonderful gifts to the Beit Ha-Midrash and enticed the scholars to accept the gifts and return to the building. And the hearts of the scholars were softened and they were reconciled and said unto him: We are returning to the Beit Ha-Midrash that you have built and accept the gifts that you have brought for it. Even more we will do unto you: the building shall be called in your name The Breslau Beit Ha-Midrash in order that there shall be for you a memorial for ever. But there is one condition attached to this: because you destroyed the old building without our permission and authorization and brought impure and gentile articles into this Holy Sanctuary, your seat shall be next to this basin in this Beit Ha-Midrash all the days of your life: not in the east, and not the west, not on the benches to the south, nor the benches of the north but only by the basin.
And the man accepted upon himself the judgment and all the scholars returned to the Beit Ha-Midrash and again the voice of the Torah was heard loud as in before times.
And the man sat by the basin whenever he came into the Beit Ha-Midrash. And indeed the building was called in his name The Breslau Beit Ha-Midrash until this day. But at the time of the great fire that befell Dubno the clock and the Menorah were consumed and only the basin remained since the fire was unable to consume it.
All who come to Dubno go to see the wondrous basin.
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