Berezne had its venerable scribes. It had its Maskilim and its dissenters, tax collectors and social activists, and even its own lunatics. The Jewish life was a peaceful river. Szuls were crowded with the Jews studying the Talmud among the yellowed books.
Even in terms of its landscape, Kazimierz belonged to the world of Polish Jews. It resembled a page from a women’s prayer book, a prayer book with shining, silver corners or old gravure which anonymous Jewish masters from a bygone era engraved with great piety on the Polish land, wanting to present vividly what Poyln means [...].
First mentions of the Jewish community of Navahrudak date back to 1529. In the 16th century, the Jewish community became an integral part of the town and an active participant in its social, economic, and spiritual life.
The old man started to mumble. The commander screamed: Speak up! Speak up! And when the old man still didn’t stop mumbling, he was struck in the face, and a tooth was knocked out. The old Jew bent down to pick up his tooth and sadly said in Hebrew, Sheber-shin. Broken tooth: Sheber-Shin.
Oh, that’s better!—said the commander, as he dutifully marked his primitive map. And so Shebreshin become the official name of this tiny shtetl—at least for Jews all over the world.