There was a Hungarian Jew who came to the camps in Auschwitz, the children went to their home, his wife went to one place, and he went to another place. On the bunk he was lying on in Auschwitz, next door lay A'ribysh Einkel – the grandson of the Rebbe, a Hasidic Jew with all the Chassidic enthusiasm, and one day he said to him – "Two more weeks of Passover." Well, so what...?" the Hungarian asked. "We need matzah!" replied the Einikel. "Are you normal? I wish there would be chametz..."
Coincidentally, where the Hungarian worked there were food warehouses. The Allies bombed the area, and one warehouse was breached, and a load of wheat was scattered. The Hungarian remembered the matzah, gathered the wheat, took two stones, and made flour. Then he lit boards and baked thick matza – two kezayot. But how do you bring matza into the camp? He put the matza under his armpit, and so he managed to get through all the guards, until he reached the barracks. At the entrance to the barracks, a Nazi grabbed him and asked him what he had under his armpit. He released his hand and the matza fell. The Nazi pounced on him and beat him until he lost consciousness. When he woke up, he discovered that the matza was broken and crumbled... The Nazi stepped on her. He gathered what he could, reached the bunk and fainted again. When he woke up, he assumed that he had one olive in the fragments of matzah, and told Einikel the whole story... The Inikel pounced on him and pleaded with him: "Give it to me! Give it to me!" Are you crazy?! I risked my life to bake this matzah, I was beaten to death, and you still want me to give it up to you?!" The Inikel said to him, "If I wasn't here, you wouldn't know that Pesach was at all, and besides, if you give me the matzah, I'll recite the entire Pesach Haggadah with you by heart – word for word." "Well," the Hungarian was convinced, "I'll let you eat the matzah, but on one condition - the right will be mine!" "Closed, the main thing is that I don't have Passover without eating matzah," he replied.
The Seder night came, they both lay down on the bunk, recited the entire Haggadah together, the Einkel ate all the matzah, and the merit belonged to the Hungarian. The next morning when they went to work, the whole way the Einkel recited the prayer with the Hungarian - songs, Shema, Shemoneh... When they arrived at the labor camp, they had just arrived at Hillel, but the Einikel forgot where he was, and began shouting: "Blessed are You, our God, King of the world... L-K-R-O-A-T-H-L-L!!!!!! On the spot, he was shot in the head and died. The war ended, the Hungarian Jew was liberated, he found his wife, they rebuilt their home, they had more children, and they grew old in Israel.
One day the Hungarian comes to Rabbi Unger and tells him the whole story... "And tonight," says the Hungarian, "the Einkel came to me in a dream..." He was dressed all white, all glamorous, and he asked me to give up that privilege of eating matza in the Auschwitz camp. But I didn't agree, I was disgraced for this matzah, and I'm not willing to give up the right. I wanted to know if I behaved properly? Rabbi Unger thought... And he said to him: This is not a question for the rabbis, it is a question of the Rebbe. Go to the Rebbe of Machanorka. He's a Jew who lives in Russia and he's been through a lot in life, talk to him. The Hungarian came to the Rebbe, and the Rebbe heard the story, and said to him: "From honesty, it is certainly necessary to give up on him." What?!", the Hungarian burst out, "Is it honest to give up on him?!" "It would have been better if the Rebbe had told me that it was beyond the letter of the law to concede to him, but honestly I deserve it!! Why should I give up on him?!" The Rav said to him: Understand, he was a Chassidic Jew and he had all the enthusiasm, he lived the mitzvot all the time, and he even died for the sanctification of God's name! But he died. What he has is what he has. He can't do it anymore, and he doesn't have children to do for him... You are alive! And you have children, too! And if you die, they will continue to do after you... So isn't it honest to give him that?! Hear the Hungarian like this, "Rabbi, I give up on him." The Rav said to him: This is how you give up...? Take the keys of the beit midrash, go in, open the Holy Ark, put your head inside and tell G-d that you are giving up on Him. The Hungarian opened the Holy Ark, put his head inside and began to tell... He entered the whole situation that existed at the time, the tears began to flow, all the emotions began to surface, and after hours of crying he said: "Master of the Universe – I give up this right to him!".
At night, when he went to sleep, the Einkel came to him in a dream and said to him: "Yashar Koach! Thank you so much! Thank you very much!" The next day the Rebbe called him and said to him: Look, he must have already come to you in a dream and said to you, "Yeshar Koach... But pay attention! He loves the sanctification of God's name, and the slain of the kingdom are in the presence of the Holy One, blessed be He. Imagine what devotion he had, and how much he had to beg and ask permission to leave the presence of the Holy One, blessed be He, and to come to you in a dream, and to be a snorer with you for some other merit. See with the eyes of those who have already died – how much one merit is worth! And we, after all, are alive...
