“Rabbi, rabbi, is there a proper blessing for the Tsar?”
“Yes, my son! May God bless and keep the Tsar… far away from us!”
“Rabbi, rabbi, is there a proper blessing for the Tsar?”
“Yes, my son! May God bless and keep the Tsar… far away from us!”
My paternal grandfather, when WW I broke out, and the Tsar wanted him and all able-bodied men to enlist, said “iz faran genug Tsar-us in velt (there’s enough trouble in the world”) and boarded a boat from Odessa to New York.