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Aug 19, 2008 18:29

From the mid-nineteenth to the early twentieth century, there lived a great Jewish sage in the town of Raduń.

A Feather Bed )

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luchia13 August 20 2008, 04:53:27 UTC
Once upon a time, a farmer was going mad with the constant noise he lived in. The chickens outside, the cows in the barn, the rooster on the roof, the crickets outside, his parents-in-law in the room next door, his son in the room next to his, and his wife, made it all too much. One day, at his wit's end, he went into town, where he met a traveler ( ... )

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verilyverity August 20 2008, 08:02:35 UTC
Would you believe that my version of that story has a rabbi, too?

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luchia13 August 20 2008, 16:13:19 UTC
Yes. Yes I would.

If you've ever heard of Maria Stein, you would know exactly why it isn't. There's a Roman Catholic church (and these are hardcore churches, with spires and 300+ seating and so forth) every two miles. A quarter of the sermons are in German, and the other quarter's in Latin, and the rest is in English. Considering that's where half my family comes from, rabbi = traveler.

I'm glad you can step up and tell people to stick cows in their house.

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verilyverity August 20 2008, 22:34:43 UTC
Ah. The moral of my version is "be happy with what you have." :P

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