Friday, February 18, 2011

Smoke Tale

  Once Rabbi Moshe of Kobryn came to visit the rabbi of Rizhyn on the eve of the sabbath. He found his host standing in the middle of the room, his pipe in his hand and clouds of smoke wreathing round him. The rabbi of Rizhyn immediately began to tell a story:
  "There was once a man who lost his way in the woods at twilight on the eve of the sabbath. Suddenly he saw a house in the distance. He walked toward it. When he entered he found himself face to face with a robber, a fierce-looking robber, and on the table in front of him lay a gun. The robber jumped up, but before he could get hold of the gun the man had seized it, and quick as lightning he thought: If I hit him it will be well, if I miss, the room will at least be full of smoke and I can escape."
  When the rabbi of Rizhyn reached this point in his story he put down his pipe and said: "Sabbath!"