Rabbi מרדכי Dubin was a well known חסיד of the פריערדיקער רבי . He was an extremely talented man and at one time he held two high positions in the Lithuanian government. In fact he used his influence to help save the Rebbe's life, free him from prison and get him out of Russia.
But his talents made him a target of the communists as well and he too was imprisoned a few times and came close to being killed.
He had been imprisoned for several months already in one of the several thousand prisons in communist Russia in a dark, cold, concrete cell with eight or nine other 'criminals'. They knew that any minute they could be sentenced to terrible punishments: many years labor in Siberia or even ח“ו to death.
Suddenly the iron door opened, "DUBIN!"
Two guards stood at the open door behind an official who took one step into the room and was reading from a paper. "מרדכי Dubin? On your feet! Come with us!"
Was this the end? Would he never see his family or friends again? He stood upright, walked to the door. It was pointless to argue or to plead. Exactly the opposite, his only chance was to show them that he was not afraid.
He said words of תניא by heart as he walked down the corridor and with every step he became filled with a strange pride. He was far superior to his captors. They were animals, worse than animals, living a lie; they were really dead. But he was attached to life, to infinite, undying truth. He was a follower of a true servant of ה‘ ; the only man in Russia to defy Stalin; the Lubavitcher Rebbe!
"DUBIN!" Another voice broke his thoughts. He looked up to see he was standing near the main entrance of the prison. They would probably take him outside and shoot him. Just throw him in the snow somewhere for the wolves and dogs to drag him away.
"Your name is מרדכי Dubin?"
"Yes" he answered firmly.
A smile came across the face of the officer speaking to him. "Congratulations", he said as he handed him an envelope "Your period of correction is over. Here are your papers of discharge and a few other things."
He nodded to the guards at the door and they began to open the massive iron door.
"But, my clothes? My clothes? At least a coat?" As the words came out he knew it was a mistake.
"Ahhh! He wants to stay," smiled the officer. "Close the..."
"No, no!" he whispered as he moved toward the door. They opened it a bit more and he slipped out into the bitter cold grabbing the envelope in his fist. It was freezing cold.
The iron door closed behind him and he heard the laughter of the guards. It must have been after midnight. In the distance he could vaguely see the outline of a nearby town, lucky the moon was full.
He put the envelope in his shirt and began to run. He had to keep moving, it was his only chance to keep from freezing. The snow wasn't too deep...another blessing! He hugged himself to keep warm and ran.
He wasn't used to running; in ישיבה there was no running, but he ran. The night was spinning around him, he got out of breath quickly, he couldn't breathe but he ran. He tripped, rolled on the ground, his nose was bleeding, his knees hurt but he stood up and ran again.
Finally he was there. Who knows how many times he had fallen. He knew that his only chance was to find a איד . No one else would open the door, especially not at two in the morning. He was shivering uncontrollably. A איד . A איד would open for a איד . It was his only hope. Aha! A door with a מזוזה !!!
He began knocking, pounding. His head was spinning. But he mustn't wake the non-Jewish neighbours - they could kill him. "ראטעוועט ! ראטעוועט ", he said. He pressed his mouth to the door and whispered as loud as possible "ראטעוועט !!".
He was going numb. He didn't feel his feet at all. It must be twenty below zero, up to now he hadn't noticed any wind. He gave thanks to ה‘ for that, no wind up till now. And with his last ounce of strength he knocked for the last time.
A small hole opened at the side of the door and closed. He heard the man say to his wife in אידיש , "A drunken meshugana! Prison clothes, no coat, saw our מזוזה , pretends to be a איד ."
Rabbi Dubin slid slowly down, he couldn't stand anymore. His face pressed to the door until he was huddled up in a ball on the ground near the door. His strength was gone. He would go to sleep. It wasn't so hard. He stopped shivering, closed his eyes and said his last "שמע ישראל " thankful to ה‘ that at least he wouldn't die in jail. Maybe he'd get a אידישע burial. Maybe...
Suddenly he opened his eyes. Wait a minute!!!
A terrible thought occurred to him.
"When this איד opens his door tomorrow morning and sees me dead at his doorstep and realizes that I'm Jewish, he will never forgive himself! Never!! I know how I would feel!!! I can't let that happen!"
He stood again and began pounding with all his might, yelling in אידיש . "It's no trick!! I'm מרדכי Dubin. My mother's name is such and such and my father's is such and such. Let me in! Let a איד in!! שמע ישראל ה‘ אלוקינו.... "
The door opened and he fell in the house, almost unconscious but alive and safe.
His love for another איד actually saved his own life!!!