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by Yosef Rolnik
Translated by Chanan Zakheim and Eileen Zakheim Fridman
In our area there was a tradition of maintenance and support.
If a Jew possessed a mill, workshop or a tavern, and the landlord removed him from his business because the Jew could not pay the rent, or if the landlord became envious of the Jew, he was evicted from his business. No other Jews would take over the business from another Jew, only when a gentile took over – usually the gentiles did not do this kind of work.
Not far from us, approximately eight or nine kilometers away, in the village known as Prostsi, a Jew named Yona Aharon possessed a mill. This Jew lived there for many years, had a large family which consisted of adult sons and daughters, daughters-in-law, sons-in-law and younger children who he supported.
Then it occurred that the landlord removed the Jew and his family.
The Jew moved to town. The adult children rented stores and the younger children were dispersed all over the world. One of the boys, a little older than me, came to us as a teacher for the younger boys and girls of the village. We became friendly, and in the early summer evenings we would stroll along and would discuss what we would become when we reached adulthood. We only wanted to become professors dressed in long capes and wearing small gray hats with a peacock feather.
We did not know that these “professors” with the gray hats were simple “land surveyors”.
On another road approximately one or two kilometers away was the village Barshevitz, and another Jew lived there, named Berke. He had a small tavern and three talented sons. The oldest, Itzche, was a very tall, thin, dark haired and good looking youth with a very smooth tongue.
Although he did not conduct any major dealings with the local gentry, and only occasionally purchased a small amount of grain which he sold to the local millers, nevertheless, the local gentry knew him well and he was one of the “crowd” because of his well spoken Polish.
When the landlord Prostshevitz, “threw out” the Jew Yona Aharon from the mill, no Jew wanted to approach the mill. However, in a little while, we found out that the landlord started operating the mill on his own account, and as a manager he appointed Itzche from Barshevitz with his smooth-tongued Polish.
The local neighbors, and in particular the ones who operated mills, were angry with Itzche, but they could not take him to the local Rabbi (for a hearing), because he did not lease the mill, he only managed the landlord's business. Nevertheless, we all very well understood that Itzche accepted the task of manager, so that eventually the mill would be registered in his name, and so it was. A few years later Itzche became the occupier of the Prostshier mill.
In the meantime he got married to a very pretty local girl from a well known family, and they had two sons. He began leading a respectable life in the town.
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In order that people should forget his previous sins, he presented himself as a staunch and religious upstanding member of society. Whenever a donation was called for, his was always the largest. On the eve of Passover when the mill had to be prepared kosher for Passover, he was not satisfied with the rabbinical court judge, the way we behaved, he brought the local rabbi and presented him with a large sum of money as his fee. He was always the first (to help and to do).
As time passed people forgot about his early years in the mill.
Things went well for him. His two boys studied in town with a Gemara[a] teacher, and his wife was pregnant once again.
Once in the winter time, on a Sunday morning, millers from the town came to us and they told us that on the previous day, Saturday, during the day, young students were skating on the lake, close to where the water was exposed, and two boys, brothers, fell into the water and they drowned. These were the children of Itzche.
We all were in total shock. We saw in this the hand of the G-d, punishment for consuming his neighbor's livelihood.
The pregnant wife, Esther, hearing of the tragedy, lost her mind and was placed in asylum and Itzche was left all alone feeling that G-d has punished him.
When the Poles entered Mir after the Russian-Polish war (from 1919-1921), Itzche was hanged in the middle of the marketplace, because he was found guilty (of a crime) – either a real or an imaginary crime.
Plundering a House
This occurred when I was still a young child and possibly even before I was born.
There was a drought in many areas of our country and also in other areas. Because of starvation, the impoverished population and the tradesmen perished. There was a prosperous Jew named Shlomo Rashkashe, who possessed a large house and an even larger stable and barn at the back of the house. He travelled around the fields of the landlords, and slowly purchased grain from them, brought it to his home, locked it in the barn, and retained it as a source of wealth. The tradesmen and the impoverished population could not purchase bread at any price. When the little children started screaming “bread”, and there was nothing available to give them, all the starving people gathered together and broke the doors of the barn, and stole the grain, and also caused a “pogrom” (destruction) in the house as well as its contents.
This Shlomo Rashkashe, was, in fact, a worldly person and knew how to study (the Gemara) and sent his five sons to the high school and to the university, and they became doctors and engineers.
Assaulting the Assessor
This is another incident which I remember.
In our town there was a tradition that during the day on Simchat Torah[b], all the boys that lived in the vicinity of the synagogue would bring the branches of many succot[c]; placed them in the middle of the courtyard of the synagogue and set them on fire. It was an old tradition and the leaders of the town did not intervene. That year the assessor of the town lived in a large house with windows facing the courtyard of the synagogue. Thus, when he saw that the children wanted to light a fire in the town, he was worried that the smoke would cover his windows, so he ran out of his house and started screaming at the children that they must disassemble the huge pile of branches, and stamp out the fire with
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their feet. When the children did not obey, he started to beat them.
At that point, two local youngsters, had come to watch how they burnt the branches.One of them was Moni, (Motti Rives), the son of a bartender, who was accustomed to receive and to give a good punch, and the second young man – Hershel Kazshai, a tailor, and nevertheless, very strong. These two young men asked the assessor to stop beating the children, but when he did not obey their request, they attacked him, ripped off his insignias, and gave him a good beating.
The next day they were arrested, but they were released on bail to await their trial. In a short while they both “jumped bail” and left the town – one to South Africa and the second to America.
They remained there for the rest of their lives.
Assaulting a Teacher
In 1936 a young Jewish man from another town arrived to become a teacher to young girls, while others were seamstresses who worked for respectable tailors.
He was a political person, and a member of Poalei Tzion[d], and he, thus, probably wanted to influence his students to become Zionists and revolutionaries. On a warm Saturday before mincha[e] seven tradesmen who were self-employed workers, and who employed young girls, beat the teacher up in his house, and afterwards they dragged him to the fields and there also continued beating him.
This occurred in a house in the market place; we, the young Jewish and sympathetic workers, had a feeling of revenge in all our hearts. Small groups of young men began gathering in the streets and quietly started repeating what had occurred. By the time it was dark our group consisted of a large group of about seventy or eighty people. We knew the names of all the perpetrators. The first step was to go to Gershon, the tailor, in the area of the school yard – a self employed tailor, who employed eight girls. When we entered his home, we occupied his kitchen and the entrance, and a large group remained outdoors, because there was no room for them.
I was one of those that remained outdoors. I did not really make an effort to take part in the “war”. I was regarded as a studious young man and therefore I was afraid that my brothers and sisters would be upset when they would find out that I was one of the first in the action.
However, my friend and comrade, Shleimke Cynkin, who himself was the son of a wealthy father and grandfather, and was already orphaned, lived off the interest of his inheritance and card playing. Although he was a bookworm and introvert, he nevertheless raised his little fist against the large Gershon's nose, and he, Gershon, became very frightened when he saw the large group on the other side of the road and in the entrance to the house. He promised us that he would no longer start up with workers and intellectuals.
Thus, we, the whole group, went to the self employed assaulters and they gave their word that from this day on they would be well behaved and upstanding people and will no longer be bullies.
All these self employed people possessed their own beautiful homes with gardens. We went to the house of a tailor on Zuchavische Road. Some of us chatted to the owner and the ones who could not enter the house, spread out in the garden and destroyed all the growing vegetables.
Everyone in the town discussed this matter but in a very quiet way.
Everyone was afraid to raise their voices and no one went to the authorities to report the revolutionaries.
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The synagogue courtyard was located on the western side of the town.
It was a large square area, surrounded by seven or eight synagogues as well as private homes. The synagogues were as follows:
The old wooden synagogue was the highest Jewish building in town. Externally and internally it was very well decorated with all sorts of objects. There was a large holy ark, filled with tens of Torah scrolls, with silver crowns and velvet mantels, embroidered with silver, as well as dowels decorated with silk fruits which every week was swapped – fifty two times a year.
The white plastered synagogue with the thick walls had large closets which were part of the wall, packed with Gemaras, and as well as old works of commentary.
The old Vatikim (elders) little synagogue was attached to the white synagogue and one entered it through the same entrance as to the white synagogue.
The tradesmen synagogue, with a corridor painted green, had been painted by the local tradesmen.
A Talmud Torah building was attended by boys from poor homes and orphans. Their singing on Friday during the day, about that week's portion of the Torah, was heard in the whole of the synagogue courtyard.
There were two Hassidic little synagogues – one a Lechvicher and the second a Lubavitcher. In the Lechvicher synagogue the poor hassidim would pray, who would travel to the Koidenover and Lechvicher Slonimer rabbis. In the Lubavitcher synagogue the wealthy of the town would pray, all were hassidim and learned. (I do not know to which rabbi they would travel to.)
The other residents in the area of the school yard and the surrounding little streets, were poor tradesmen and all kinds of teachers, from Kiva Kugele (his wife baked kugels for children) who was a teacher of kindergarten age students, all the way to Eli Hirschel the teacher of Gemara, who charged twenty five to thirty rubles per child for a lesson.
Behind the big synagogue in the yard there were numerous kinds of equipment. When the large fire broke out, which began in the synagogue courtyard, the first things that went up in flames were the ladders and the vessels which were used to bring water from the river in the event of a fire.
In the synagogue courtyard near the big synagogue, there was an abattoir, and the blood of the slaughtered cattle and calves would flow outside to a lower area. The blood was combined with discarded dishwater and formed a big pool, where pigs would lie and soak themselves the whole summer. The stench that emanated from the pool during the warm summer days penetrated through the open windows of the school room where I learned.
When I was a young boy, around the age of eight or nine, I would sit every Saturday morning at the table which was next to the window and look out at the rich women, who would leave the synagogue after praying, dressed in their expensive fox furs, with large folded collars. They either walked in pairs or a threesome, slowly and pleasantly speaking to each other. The velvet, the diamonds and the diamond earrings would shine in the bright winter sun. The elderly lady in charge, (sitting next to me), would tell me the names of each individual woman.
In the synagogue courtyard, in the 'Vatikim' synagogue, a relative of mine, a tall boy, argued on my behalf with my friends, school boys, as they did not bring the Gemara's which they were supposed to bring for us all to learn together during the evenings that occurred after the 15th of the month of Av.
When my mother passed away and I had to say kaddish[f] in the synagogue that was foreign to me, during the winter Shabbat evenings, the local boys pushed me between the 'bima' (reading table) and the door, and I stood there completely lost and frightened, as one who was imprisoned an enemy's jail and had no idea how to escape.
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When I started studying in the Yeshiva, every Shabbat morning I would come to prayers and join the 'minyan' (quorum of ten men in the synagogue courtyard). I came as if to pray, but truthfully I met up with yeshiva students similar to me, and we would exchange Hebrew books which we would read.
When I stopped attending the Yeshiva near the synagogue courtyard, I studied at the synagogue and in the little closet of the lectern (shtender). I put my head into the closet of the lectern, and there I wrote my poems in the holy tongue (Hebrew).
The first young girl with whom I fell in love lived in an alley which led to the synagogue courtyard. We were both aged about sixteen or seventeen. Her parents were elderly and very religious people and when they were in the synagogue, every Shabbat morning, my friend and I, the yeshiva boy from Bialystok, who lived in their home, were both in his room and she, this girl, brought us chicory and babke (yeast cake), and this is when I really fell in love with her.
When I returned from America, and I thought I was an anarchist, I once joined a meeting in a house situated in the synagogue courtyard and there I presented my ideas, but the leaders of the local Bund[g], were socialist-democrats and we argued with each other.
From the age of seven until seventeen I was connected with the synagogue courtyard. When I was seven I was first introduced to the synagogue courtyard, when my father brought me to the Hebrew school, to Yasha, the feather cleaner. All my teachers, either lived within the synagogue courtyard or maintained their school houses there, and almost all my locations were there.
In one of the little streets near the synagogue courtyard lived one of the two slaughterers of the town; two bakers – our millers; one mortician; a grocer – Mordechai Aharon, an enlightened man, who studied Guide to the Perplexed[h], as well as Zissel, his father-in law; Mer also a miller who lived in a small apartment which contained a small book case. However, he had all the latest books, which he acquired from a publisher in Warsaw by the name of Achi Assaf. I would often visit him and read a book or two. The whole street was occupied by decent people.
Thus, I spent my young years from the age of seven to seventeen in the synagogue courtyard.
Notes relating to English translation compiled by Reeva Jacobson Kimble:
About the author Yosef Rolnik (1879 – 1955) and details of his life and work see: https://congressforjewishculture.org/people/719/yoysef-rolnik-joseph-rolnick
Translated by Chanan Zakheim and Eileen Zakheim Fridman
One day, Chaim[ii] went out into the streets of the village in order to familiarize himself with all the places where he spent the days and years of his childhood and youth. He wanted to recall and relive his youthful memories and feelings. He visited the gravesites in order to remember his childhood friends from his happy childhood and youth.
It was a hot day – a Tammuz[1] day. The sun was harsh and without mercy it “melted the soil as if it was wax”.
The little houses in the streets were bathed in the sunlight, as if they were asleep in God's hands. All the curtains in the windows were drawn, and the streets were quiet. Here and there someone would walk along the road, dragging the short shadow behind him, which almost vanished.
Chaim loved such summer days, where everything lies peacefully in the warmth of a summer's day, and where everything smells like warm, rotting things and is peaceful and dozes off, and the entire time one could hear the single tone buzzing of flies and bees.
He passed the place where his childhood home was situated, and upon which
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now, a new house had been built, and a much more beautiful one. He became heart-sore. He was totally overcome with emotion, he immediately felt as if he was being transported back to the long forgotten past, and he became depressed and sad.
The childhood and teenage years were as a fish in murky waters come up playfully towards the sunlight, and then sink back into the water.
What happened to their home?
The last of that generation[2], had also passed away, and he is the last surviving branch of the family – will this branch once again wander off into another tree?…
He continued walking.
He walked past the yeshiva, and from the open windows, the sound of the Gemara[b] melodies which was well known to him, flowed like running water.
He went into the yeshiva.
Everything in the yeshiva appeared strange to him, he did not see one familiar face. Everyone was a stranger to him and everyone looked at him with a strange and suspicious stare, as if their unaccustomed eyes were asking:
– Who is he? What does he want here?…
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Everything has changed: the tables; the lamp; the curtain of the ark, and even the window curtains. In the front sat, a different Rosh Yeshiva[3], and I thought that he seemed angry. The previous Rosh Yeshiva, who had passed away, was particularly friendly: and he constantly smiled good-naturedly…
The mashgiach[4] and the principal – where are they?… In his mind he immediately thought of the legend of Honi HaMe'agel[c] as if someone would have whispered in his ear:
– No longer alive, no longer alive …
And – over there – at that table, I used to sit …
– A new world, a new world …
However, the melodies of the Gemara did not change, and, exactly as in the past the sounds of the singing from various throats filled the yeshiva with voices of young people.
He felt that the melody soaked through his bones. A cold shudder vibrated through his whole body. He would have liked to hear his own voice singing the melody.
After leaving the yeshiva he went to the synagogue courtyard, passing through the empty market place, where there were a few baskets with baked goods and vegetables and where the owners sat with bent heads waiting patiently with eyes searching for a poor purchaser, who would ask for one kopeks worth of berries or onions.
The sleepy eyed shopkeepers, standing and leaning on the counters, would look out to the market square, and they would see peasants whose thin horses would chew the straw from baskets.
While crossing through the empty four cornered market square, he started comparing the market place to a magnifying glass where the sun's strong rays would become concentrated to one single point.
The sun was burning. The heat was unbearable and there was no breeze. He was very hot and he remembered that as a young child he would stand in places where the sun was particularly hot and it became unpleasant.
He went to the cemetery, looked for his father's grave, and stood in front of the small tombstone, he read the words several times, and he remembered the day that his father passed away: it was a cloudy day, and then in a loud voice he read the last line on the tombstone: passed away Tuesday, 15th Chevshan in the year 5650[5].
May his soul be bound in the bond of life .ת. נ. צ. ב. ה
His glance drifted to the drawing, which reflected a pair of thin hands in the pose of a priestly blessing.
He then remembered that he was a kohen[6], however, at that moment it was difficult for him to understand what precisely it means to be a kohen?
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He stood there for quite a while, and after that he went to look for the manager of the cemetery in order that he should show him his mother's grave.
The manager showed him the grave. It was still a very fresh grave. A large pile of dry earth covered the grave. There was still no tombstone.
He stood in front of the grave for quite a while, and he stared at the pile of earth. He was not thinking of anything in particular. He only felt heart sore and sad – he did not know about what he was sad.
At the one end of the cemetery his father rests and on the other side his mother rests – why is it like this? …
Suddenly he felt a shudder, and he shivered. He moved away very quickly from the grave, and went into the garden which was located in the middle of the cemetery.
The branches of the trees were moving slightly, as a light breeze was passing through. The sun peeked through the thick, braided branches, and shone on the surrounding green grass around the trees on the golden flowers.
The birds were chirping quietly and peacefully, in the golden light and in the shadows.
He walked through the trees and unknowingly broke thin, young branches, and started quietly whistling to himself. From between the trees the narrow tombstones, stacked one on top of another, looked out and they reminded him that here are buried the ones who brought him into the world.
There was a deep silence all around, telling something about the eternal peace and solitude. The wind slides through the trees with an important and peaceful movement.
How many more times will his feet tread here? How many times has he seen here the beloved and dear people who were buried in the narrow, deep graves. –
And the trees are still standing peacefully, not older and not weaker; and calmly as in the past, the breath of the wind blows over them as in previous times.
The sun began setting in the west and the shadows began extending themselves.
He suddenly felt a sharp longing. He felt with the odor of the wind a long gone past; and every nerve and every limb felt and lived with the feeling of a carefree youth: every tree and every snow white little cloud expressed itself to him, and winked and smiled to him as if to a very well-known friend, and reminded him:
Once you were young and fresh, and you shared your desires with us. Now you are serious, your forehead is wrinkled, your eyes no longer shine – look at us!…
He felt a quiet and soft sadness, and he felt how the evening shadows are surrounding him.
The sun rays were playing in the tree tops – the day was coming to an end.
Original footnotes:
Translator's footnotes:
Notes relating to English translation compiled by Reeva Jacobson Kimble:
by G. Tzarny[i]
“Der Yud”, 1901, Krakow (26 - 27 June 1901, Tammuz 5661)[1]
Translated by Chanan Zakheim and Eileen Zakheim Fridman
The synagogue was situated among all the old wooden Jewish synagogues, and was very impressive because of its antiquity and opulence. From the outside , it looks like the old fashioned wooden synagogue, some of which still remain to this day in other small towns: a high, rectangular building with large decorated windows, on the western side, where two small rooms were attached. These rooms contained two low galleries on both sides for the ladies section: above the window there was a wide carved cornice upon which there was a high shingled roof.
It stood tall and free and with old age resembled a proud old man, who has been looking at the whole town for perhaps several hundred years. Inside it looked beautiful. It was an extraordinary site to admire, the richly carved wood of the Ark of the Covenant, from the high raised platform (bimah) and the inner large carved door. The synagogue was most impressive because of its painting, with its historical pictures, with many fantastic animals, and with the extraordinary floral motifs.
The animals were almost the same size as living animals; there were wolves, foxes, birds and even an elephant almost in its true size were found here, also fantastical animals, and imaginary creatures such as the eight legged creatures, as well as the whale and the wild ox, and the fiery snake, and so forth.
No one had any idea of the artist's identity. Somewhere on the eastern wall his name was written, but it was illegible. It was said that the artist was a young person who had already painted three synagogues in this way. He did not paint more synagogues in this way, because he suddenly passed away. – the ornaments and floral motifs were ‘wild', but they were tastefully done with Jewish motifs. The vivid drawings were childishly naïve in their colors.
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If you were to consider even one painting, you would recognize in the work the wild pure Jewish “perfection”. He never studied painting and perhaps was not aware that it was possible to learn the art. However, without taking note of the naivety of the flaws in the pictures, it was still possible to admire the love expressed through his paintings of the animals and the people.
The painting of the long wall above gallery, which hung over the entrance, was extremely naïve in its production. There, above the cornice, were paintings of all kinds of musical instruments, probably from the Holy Temple (Beit Hamikdash), and below it, there was paintings of large baskets of “bikurim” (the first fruits), being transported to Jerusalem. The wagon was led by two oxen (one of which for some reason was colored blue), with golden, large horns, and in the horns were entwined a green bunch of leaves of flowers. There were no people in the painting. One could therefore understand that the artist had difficulty in drawing people. In the event he had to paint them – they all resembled the ancient Egyptians in their profile. After the “bikurim”(the first fruits) there began a whole line of paintings, extending to the end of the wall, where there was a picture of the verse from the Prophet Jeremiah, with the divine words: “and the wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat”.
There were several historical paintings which were even more naïve. For example, there was a painting of the Prophet Jonah being cast into the sea. It was a not small painting on the northern wall, above the window, where it began to curve. There was a painting of a small boat. Near the boat, a large head appeared above the water, and an unknown fish. The fish keeps its mouth open, where there was a curled up black little person.
Water spurted from the head of the fish into the boat, and there many people, (dressed in frock coats), who used buckets to collect the water. The boat would have definitely been submerged if the water had not been collected (however, it is not clear if this is what the artist intended). On the other side of the boat, there were mermaids swimming – half human, half fish. Several people were cast off the ship in little round, red, painted circles and the mermaids grab hold of them……
In this naïve spirit there were also old historical paintings: the binding of (Isaac), the giving of the Torah, the death of Aharon the Priest and several others. Many of the paintings were difficult to understand what the artist intended: for example, the large tower, which had an unlimited number of little roofs and unlimited number of windows, and above which the following was written “the town of Gamrizhe”[2] and next to it there were twenty written lines which were difficult to read from below. Perhaps the artist wanted to present an historical fact but this could not been seen when looking at the tower.
The carvings were better and one could see the designs clearly.
All in all, the synagogue was impressive. For me, personally, it left me with gentle and poetic feelings.
Hundreds of eyes of all the animals stared at me, not with a natural expression but with the strange glance that the artist added to them, perhaps unintentionally. They expressed a certain irony, as if they are saying that we are more superior than you, the humans ….
The many very bright colors made an impression on ones eye, the walls seemed to breathe with antiquity, and filled the air with holy spirituality – and they told of our happy ancestors,
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who were totally free, so much love, and tastefully done, and they left the shul to us with great love. It was as if it was a favorite child.
When I was standing in the synagogue, I never knew at what to be in awe of: the wild Jewish talent or the old days, when there was a strong congregation, completely devoted to beauty and allowed the synagogue to be painted in this extraordinary way. Several generations probably continued to decorate the synagogue, as to be noted from the repainted decorations.
Did the subsequent generations of the village really appreciate this?
Original footnote:
Simultaneously he wrote articles in ‘Der Yud’ and ‘Der Tog’ under the editorship of Leon Rabinowitz. He also published a comedy of three acts ‘Nochen Shtreik’ published by ‘Verlags Bureau’, Warsaw 1907. A collection of his stories in one volume was published after his death in Berlin, after he had been seriously ill for two years. It was published by ‘Books for All’, with the foreword of the publisher in 1914.
Zalman Reisen: a lexicon of Yiddish literature, newspapers and philology. First volume (A – J). First edition, Vilna 1928. back
Translator's footnotes:
by Mania Rubashav-Iskaski
Translated by Chanan Zakheim and Eileen Zakheim Fridman
The first teacher of girls – from the age of five onwards – was Stireh the Rebbetzin (around the year 1887), and she was pretty and tall. She ran a religious school for girls in her home. Her husband, Ya'akov Moshe, was a sales agent. The Rebbetzin would send a teenage girl (a relative), to bring the child to the school. She taught them prayers, reading and writing.
At the age of five, I was able to recite various psalms by heart. My uncle Tzvi Hersch Rubashav, my father's brother, who came from Dovranye, would give me a piece of confectionary for my reciting a psalm off by heart.
At the time, Zalman the author, the teacher of the town, taught reading, writing, Russian and Yiddish. The class contained benches and desks as if it were a real school. He had a heart of gold, he personally would buy paper, and he would cut it, prepare booklets and would give this to the pupils. He also taught arithmetic. He would also come to the house of a wealthy person to teach his daughters (for example to Margolin, a wealthy merchant). A few relatives and close friends (girls) would also come to these houses (Sorka Groyevitzki and I).
After Stireh left, a new teacher by the name of Rebbetzin Malka was appointed. This teacher, was short, very polite and looked like a Madonna. The children loved her.
She taught prayers and psalms from a siddur (prayer-book). Malka also taught the girls to write in Yiddish.
Russian was also taught by other teachers from the Russian public school. In Der Mir, there was also a public school for girls which consisted of four levels, but very few Jewish children attended that school.
At a later stage there was a teacher named Reznik who taught Russian.
At one point in time there were two teachers who “lectured” in Russian: Shmuel Leder and Feinstein. The last mentioned, Feinstein, came from a place called Odessa, (he was known as a professor of Mmemonics). He wore a large broad fur hat and taught a class which was furnished with benches. He made a very big impression in the town.
There was also a Hebrew teacher, a young man from Der Mir, by the name of Shleimke, the son of Srul Leib Yayenshiks. He taught from a book named “The Art of Teaching”. There was another Russian teacher named Eliezer Shenker.
I remember the teachers Kiva Kugeless and Shmerel.
Originally there was only one doctor in the town from Poland, by the name of Marchinkevitz, with a big belly. When he came to visit a sick person, he would immediately say “Ah, you are critically ill” and he would frighten all the family.
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The next day the sick person felt better – so this was the result of the work of the doctor! Besides being a doctor he was also a very good person. One would pay him one ruble for a visit. On the Sabbath one would give him a silver spoon and on Sunday morning one would rush to him to redeem the spoon – for a ruble.
Obviously the doctor would only be called when the patient's situation became serious, because under normal circumstances one would make use of the services of the Jewish First Aid volunteers, using the medication that they would provide. The Jewish First Aid volunteers: Yossi, who inherited this occupation and subsequently so did ‘Dr Yidel’ as well as ‘Dr Uri’. They were all pleasant people and they were not paid for each individual, but received an annual fee, and would arrive whenever they were called upon. However, those who were unable to pay the annual fee would pay 30 kopeks per visit.
Afterwards, a Jewish doctor, from Igumen, Minsk Gubernia, named Lov Mayishevich Levitan, a very nice person arrived. At the end of the visit, the patient would shake his hand and thus pay him without anybody seeing that he was being paid.
He would not take money from poor people, and he would also leave them money to buy the medication.
The following were the aristocrats of the town:
Velvel Levin, and his wife Henya who were very wealthy and owned a metal business and had other assets. His children, the cream of the crop, were the first to leave the town to study. One son, Theodore Levin, studied medicine and became a doctor; one daughter, Beilka, married to Rabbi Chaim Goldberg from Stolpce.
Another well known family was the Ginsburg family, and they were called Schwartz, the name of the father-in-law who was named Moshe Schwartz.
Another distinguished Jew was Rev Kiva Goldberg (Kiva Shmerel Shachness), who owned of a large store. His son-in-law was David Shachar, who was the son of Reb Michael Shachar.
Avraham Yeshayahu Viner, a dealer in manufactured goods. After the shul burnt down, people would pray in his house. His son, Itche Viner was called Itche the Egyptian, because on Seder night he would pour water on the floor and “split the sea”. He was very religious.
There was also a Slonim Chassid, the Rebbe would reside at his home whenever he came to Der Mir.
In Accordance of a Mir Resident
Translated by Chanan Zakheim and Eileen Zakheim Fridman
This occurred approximately during the years 1896 – 1900. In Der Mir there was much talk about a group of youths who behaved badly. They were either previous Yeshiva boys or those who were still studying in the Yeshiva. They would socially isolate themselves and would ensure that no strangers would see them.
They would often go for a stroll out of town to the local forest to misbehave. The townspeople called them “The Crew”, and spread rumors about them that they smoke on Shabbat, discuss about and actually enjoy the company of young ladies. In fact they were never caught red-handed. Nevertheless everyone in town knew about them.
The main thing that caused fear and was whispered about is that they were against the authorities. They would whisper about a revolution to dethrone the Tsar and to introduce freedom and equality for all.
These youngsters did not recognize any authority, such as parents or rabbis. They believed that each person should be allowed to lead their own lives, in a free and socially equal society.
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Amongst themselves they had a lot of respect and love for each other. Each one would help the other as much as possible. Especially they would help those who had left the Yeshiva and thus lost “days” (meaning attendance register) and also lost their sleeping accommodation. Before Pesach they would send a basket of matzot, many eggs and other similar products to a destitute friend. If one of them fell ill, then his comrades did not abandon him; they spent the night with him and nursed him until he regained his health.
They were the subject of a lot of gossip, but they would never reveal anything about themselves. They would whisper to each other so that, G-d forbid, no outsider would overhear their conversations. Over and above this, they would use a private language among each other, it was known as the “the Falateh” language, which only the members of the “Falatehs” understood. These are some of the words; “katoyti – a girl”, “blat – conspiracy”, “a blater or blateh – those upon whom one can rely”, “khapen a tzi – smoke a cigarette”, “zhlob – a young man”, “a brat – a friend”, “a troonk – an incident”, and many, many more – who can remember them nowadays? As they kept secrets among themselves, thinking and discussing intellectual ideas, they were named “Falateh”, a clue to a secret society which existed in Tzarist Russia.
Leaders of socialist parties as well as leaders of the Bund and Poalei Zion arose in the Jewish community from these youngsters.
Their revolutionary, anarchist, Bundist temperaments eventually calmed down, and they adopted certain concrete ideas. They found their place in legal or illegal political parties in the Tzarist Russia of the time.
From today's perspective, the Falateh was therefore a step towards a more strictly socialist outlook.
The Falatniks would ardently sings the songs which they had created based on foreign songs (variations of Morris Winchevsky) with revolutionary contents, and one remembers this from their repertoire of those days:
In the streets of the masses
Where people are rushing
The spirit of freedom announces;
I bring weapons
In order to attack
To free the oppressed laborers
And I make them upstanding and bold!
To enlighten
Spreading justice
I do this and rip the chains (off)
From tyranny
The nations of cannons
And of armies, and spies
I shall liberate!
What do the ringing bells (announce)?
Ach, what do the church bells ring?!
Stop!
Enough of frightening (the people)!
Your wild church music
In our poor world
Their music calls out
To burn people and bodies
On the high heaps
Which you created.
Your music calls for hangmen,
And military (might) for each free thinker
In order to behead every head
Which refuses to bow down
And you wish to rock the world
With a sad melody
And wrapped in a coat
Which belongs to a Jew
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