ABSTRACT
From the day that Tamar strayed from her parents’ home there was a bitter mourning in the home of the pious Rabbi of Larchinishki. Tsiviah, his wife, lay on her bed all day and wept day and night. She refused to eat and apart from an occasional warm drink nothing stronger passed her lips, until in the end she fell truly ill from lack of energy. Reb Nahum was without strength and almost powerless, but a man so lion-hearted and strong in faith can carry bitter pain with serenity. Not a word of complaint passed his lips nor was a tear seen on his cheek. If, for a moment, he recalled the calamity that had befallen his household, he called upon the Lord from the depths of his heart, declaring, “I thank Thee O Lord for this affliction for everything the merciful God does is for good.”
