Rabbi

I was like to see the relict. Such places sometimes could be helpful and curing. All sings were in Hebrew, and local people were not glad to show the path. Only one woman, who cell me veil, agreed to show the grave of Rabbi Nahman. It was situated in synagogue. Building is separated for men and women – for men it has front entrance, for women are back. They didn’t let to enter to my husband, because he was dressed wrong way, but they let me go inside. There were spacious room with benches and narrow tables with lots of prayer books. Several women prayed loudly, rocking themselves to and fro in trance. Several others silently read their pray. I came to grave, put corners of my veil and palms on it and asked Rabbi Nahman to make my veil protective and help me to survive while delivery. When I came out, I saw my husband fighting with security guardians, he was nervous, that I’m too long there, and guardians didn’t let him to come in. He took me away and leaved that place fast, dinner we had in road café.
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