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Night

Night. Chapter One By Elie Wiesel. Beadle. One who takes care of a Jewish house of worship. The Jews of Sighet – that little town in Transylvania where I spent my childhood– were very fond of him. He was a man of all work at a Hasidic synagogue.

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Night

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  1. Night Chapter One By Elie Wiesel

  2. Beadle One who takes care of a Jewish house of worship. The Jews of Sighet– that little town in Transylvania where I spent my childhood– were very fond of him. He was a man of all work at a Hasidic synagogue. They called him Moche the Beadle

  3. Sighet, Transylvania

  4. He was very poor and lived humbly. Generally my fellow townspeople, though they would help the poor, were not particularly fond of them. Moche the Beadle was the exception. Nobody ever felt embarrassed by him. Nobody ever felt encumbered by his presence. He was a past master in the art of making himself insignificant, of seeming invisible.

  5. He made people smile, with his waiflike timidity. I loved his great, dreaming eyes, their gaze lost in the distance. He spoke little. He used to sing, or rather, to chant. Such snatches as you could hear told of the suffering of the divinity, of the Exile of Providence, who, according to the cabbala, awaits his deliverance in that of man. Physically he was as awkward as a clown.

  6. Physically he was as awkward as a clown. He made people smile, with his waiflike timidity. I loved his great, dreaming eyes, their gaze lost in the distance. He spoke little. He used to sing, or rather, to chant. Such snatches as you could hear told of the suffering of the divinity, of the Exile of Providence, who, according to the cabbala, awaits his deliverance in that of man. The study of Jewish holy writings based on mysticism. mysticism The belief that understanding of God comes through love and meditation. cabbala

  7. I got to know him toward the end of 1941. I was twelve. I believed profoundly. During the day I studied the Talmud, and at night I ran to the synagogue to weep over the destruction of the Temple. Talmud

  8. One day I asked my father to find me a master to guide me in my studies of the cabbala. “You’re too young for that. Maimonides said it was only at thirty that one had the right to venture into the perilous world of mysticism. You must first study the basic subjects within your own understanding.” Maimonides

  9. My father was a cultured, rather unsentimental man. There was never any display of emotion, even at home. He was more concerned with others than with his own family. The Jewish community in Sighetheld him in the greatest esteem. They often used to consult him about public matters and even about private ones. There were four of us children; Hilda, the eldest; then Bea; I was the third, and the only son; the baby of the family was Tzipora.

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