For twelve years the מלמד had not seen his wife and children. He had no money, not even to pay the rent on the small inn where he lived. So he decided to travel to far-away towns to teach alef-beis to little children. Coin by coin, he collected his wages until he finally saved 900 rubles which was a lot of money in those days. It would be enough to go home, pay his debt to the Poretz who owned the inn, marry off his daughters and even enough to spend the rest of his life living comfortably with his poor wife who had waited so long for him.
The מלמד was a חסיד , and before he set out on his journey home, he went to Berditchev, and davened in the שול of the great Rebbe, ר‘ לוי יצחק of Berditchev. To his joy, the Rebbe greeted him warmly after the תפילות , and invited him to eat at his table before he continued on his way. Throughout the meal, the מלמד thought about his journey home and how exciting it would be to finally be at home, with his family. He decided to ask the Rebbe for a ברכה for a safe trip.
Suddenly the Rebbe turned to the מלמד , and said:
"If you wish, I will tell you three pieces of advice." The heart of the מלמד jumped with excitement and pride that the Rebbe was going to give him advice. "But for each you must pay me. For the first piece, you must give me three hundred rubles."
The מלמד couldn’t believe what he heard. Three hundred rubles?! But he listened straight away. Doesn’t it say, about the תורה , "הנחמדים מזהב ומפז רב ", that it is more precious than fine gold?
"When a man does not know which way to turn," said the Rebbe, "he should always turn to the right, as it is written, 'All your turnings should be to the right.' If you want to hear the second, you must pay another three hundred."
The מלמד froze in his seat, his heart beating wildly. For these few words he had paid three hundred rubles? And three hundred for the next? And what would happen to his wife? His many daughters who needed to get married and needed money for their חתונות ? His debt to the Poretz? His years of hard work, saving every spare penny? But his Rebbe had spoken, and the מלמד could not refuse. He counted the second 300 rubles out on the table, and waited.
"An old man and a young wife is dangerous," spoke the Rebbe. "If you wish to hear the last piece of advice, you must pay again the same amount."
Completely confused, the מלמד sat stunned for a long moment. Then, with trembling fingers, he opened his money-bag for the third time and emptied its contents on the table. He was filled with a strange feeling but was happy at the same time. It was his Rebbe speaking. Whatever would happen, he would listen to him.
"My son, only believe what you see with your own eyes. This is the last advice I give you. Now go in peace, and may ה‘ bless your journey home."
Confused and not knowing what to do, the מלמד started on his way. He didn’t doubt the Rebbe for a second but how could he now go home, empty-handed, after being away for twelve long years.
Deep in thought as he walked, he didn’t hear sound of men galloping by on horses until they were right behind him.
"Where are they? The thieves, which way did they go? Did you see them? Which way did they turn? To the right or to the left?"
The מלמד hesitated only for a moment. "To the right!" he said firmly, remembering his Rebbe's words.
A few hours later, the מלמד walked further, his steps light and happy now. In his hands was a bundle of 600 rubles, his share of the reward for the capture of the thieves. In his excitement and eagerness he could have walked all night. But it was getting dark, the road was deserted, and rain was falling. The מלמד stopped at the first inn he passed, and asked the old innkeeper if he could sleep there for the night. The old man was about to let him in, when a young woman appeared next to him, and, to her husband’s surprise, firmly refused.
"There is no room for you here tonight!" she said sharply. "Find somewhere else to sleep."
"An old man with a young wife," thought the מלמד . He decided not to travel further, but to sleep huddled close to a corner of the inn, in a dry spot under the roof.
(To be continued)