Shoshanah stopped reading. She could feel her heart beating very fast and a wave of shock swept through her
The Cossacks were nearing, and the fear of their arrival hung over the village like a black cloud. People spent their days boarding their doors and windows, preparing food, and davening to the Master of the World to save them from the impending danger.
One day Shoshanah left Baruch and walked across town to visit her parents. When she arrived, it was already close to evening, so she decided to stay for supper.
“Papa, you don’t look scared. Why? Everyone else seems to be walking around as if the sword of death is literally resting on their neck.”
“The sword of death is resting on our necks,” Chaim said softly. “But there is no such thing as despair.”
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