A Trade Is a Kingdom

Yekhiel Shraybman

1973

Ay, a lifetime buzzed away . . . what is it, all in all? A dream, a short Friday in winter. . . .

Most people start to philosophize after a savory pot roast and a shot of liquor. Reb Nakhmen the carpenter, in his old age, eats like a bird. A drop of brandy or even a glass of wine would be poison for his sick stomach. He, on the contrary, gets…

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