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Judaism --> An
Unforgettable Passover
by Larry Domnitch |
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One
particular Passover for the young Cantonist Chaim
Merimzon must have seemed like a dream. Merimzon was one
of thousands of Jewish children who were victims of Tsar
Nicholas’ zealous obsession to force them to accept
baptism. One day he was pulled out from his home at the
age of eleven and forced to faced years of persecution
and torment as a Cantonist. Despite years of incessant
pressure to accept baptism, he stubbornly resisted all
efforts and remained a committed Jew.

After
years of ‘service’, Merimzon, already a seasoned servant
of the Tsar, was being replaced to another battalion.
Along with another Cantonist, Mikhail Zaks, he waited
for a group to arrive to be transported together down
the Volga River to Saratov. Merimzon and the other
Cantonist, who also stubbornly held on to his faith,
became friendly and began to converse. It was the day
before Passover. The two Jews walked and commiserated.
Tomorrow their parents would sit at the Seder while they
would be traveling down the Volga. They reminisced about
their lost childhoods and wept.
Suddenly, an elderly man approached. He was the paradigm
of a genuine Russian merchant. He wore a long coat of
dark blue broadcloth. Belted with a red sash, along with
a thigh reddish beard.
He stopped the men and
questioned them. From whence had they arrived? Where were
they being sent? He did not ask their nationality since he
saw they were Jews. He only asked whether they had
converted. Merimzon and his companion responded that they
had not.
“I find that hard to believe,” said the merchant. “You were
in the Cantonists and were able to remain Jews? He bid them
not to leave and told them he would return. Merimzon and his
friend stood there in bewilderment. Who was this man? They
wondered. “We’ll see” Merimzon said to his comrade. They
remained at the assembly point and waited.
They waited for one hour and
then another. Suddenly the man returned with a cab, and they
climbed in, the cabby yanked on the reins and the cab took
off.
The merchant led Merimzon and Zaks up a dark stairway to the
very top floor. He opened the door of a large and lavishly
appointed chamber. From the ceiling hung a bronze chandelier
and pictures and mirrors hung from the walls. At the large
table, a middle-aged man in a long frock coat was reciting
from the Hagaddah. The Jew got up and offered the Cantonists
his hand, “Shalom Aleichem” he said. ‘Aleichem Shalom’, they
replied. Merimzon asked him, “Who are these people, who
appear Russian but seem as Jews?” The Jew smiled, “They are
converts to Judaism. They are Subbotniks who
enthusiastically practice Judaism. The government persecutes
them cruelly but they have found a place in my landlord’s
home to observe religious rites. This evening they will
gather here to sell their Chamitz, and tomorrow evening they
will gather to pray”. |
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The two were asked to stay for the holiday. It was an offer
they would not even consider refusing.
The next night at the Seder, the room was brightly lit by
chandeliers and candles burning in silver candelabras? The
table was adorned with a magnificent bottle of wine, small
goblets at each place, and a large goblet set aside for
Elijah the prophet. At each end of the table was a china
plate with three matzos wrapped in new silk napkins. |
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The
Cantonists: The Jewish Children's Army of
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by Larry Domnitch
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The glasses were filled with wine and their host, who had
found them, Avraham Moisevich, placed his glass upon his
right palm and recited the Kiddush in the traditional
melody. Then he invited the soldiers to recite the Kiddush.
Merimzon remembered how he used to do it at home and he
chanted the words, with joy, clearly and distinctly. His
friend Mikhail followed suit. And then the children present
asked the traditional ‘four questions’ which were answered
by the adults.
For the meal, Matzo balls were served with tasty soup and a
large portion of goose. After the food, the Seder continued
and everyone sang merrily. The final song of Chad Gadya was
sung to the tune of a Russian Kamarinskaya (folk dance) The
Seder lasted until long after midnight.
Exhausted Merimzon and his friend slept in soft beds until
the morning, when Moisevich called them for morning prayers,
it was quite a change from the wake up calls they had heard
over the past several years. For the next several days, life
was like a dream, another Seder, festive meals, in a relaxed
Jewish communal atmosphere. They had not experienced
anything remotely like this for years. The guests were
fortunate to spend the holiday with their gracious hosts.
They were content, well fed, and at peace.
When the final day of the holiday arrived. The cantonsist
were due to leave their temporary paradise and return to the
misery that had been their lives for so many years.
Moisevich was still chanting the Havdalah prayer, which
marks the end of the holiday when members of the community
began arriving bearing gifts which included clothing items,
food, a prayer book. Coins of all valuables were contributed
as well.
The hosts gave the Cantonists a ruble each. “Listen boys.
Hold on to your holy faith. Don’t be tempted when someone
else promises you riches or rank. Don’t put your trust in
idols. Go on believing in the Gd of Abraham, Isaac and
Jacob. Be firm”
Thank you for your exhortation: They replied. Merimzon’s
heart ached at the thought of his departure. But the time
had come to leave. The guests bid their farewells to members
of the community. In the morning, their benefactor, Avraham
Moisevich and his wife delivered them back to their
commander, just as parents see off their beloved sons on a
long journey. They were escorted right to the dock and bid
farewell as though they were family. For that Passover, they
indeed were family.
That Passover helped sustain the strength of two heroes to
continue a long struggle and a long journey. Several years
later, Merimzon would be released from the military and he
would make his way back to his home and family. The day of
his return was one of complete shock to his parents and
community.
The years passed but he never forgot the kindness displayed
to him on that Passover.
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