Автор — Рав Ицхак Зильбер
There was probably no harder period to practice Judaism than the history of Russian Jews in Soviet Russia
I tried to get to the synagogue by 6:30 AM, daven, learn Gemara, and go to work
One of these Jews stopped me, handed me, an eleven-year-old child, a box of matches and said, “Nu, light it or I will hit you!”
I do not know of another father whose son feels more indebted to him than I do to my father, of blessed memory, for the knowledge that he gave me.
Using the excuse of Jewish disloyalty, the czar’s government cleared the border area of Jews. Thousands of Jewish families from Lithuania and Latvia were forced to move into central Russia.
I know about my grandfather only from stories. They said that he used to spend all day in the synagogue, wearing his tallis gadol and tefillin.
After Rav Naftali's death, his oldest son, Rav Aharon Zelig Tziyuni, became Rav of Lyutzin
I was nine when I was taken away from my mother and drafted to be a soldier. My mother was a widow; I was her only child. My father passed away before I was born and I was named after him.
My great-great grandfather from my father's side, Rav David Tziyuni, lived two hundred years ago. During his last years he was the rabbi of Lyutzin, then part of Czarist Russia.
My parents were my first and only teachers, and they taught me Torah.
I am very happy that there are Jews in America who want to come closer to Torah and keep mitzvos.