No, the czar did not want us in the schools.

In the evening of the first day my father conducted us to the public baths.

As we moved along in a little procession, I was delighted with the illumination of the streets. So many lamps, and they burned until morning, my father said, and so people did not need to carry lanterns.

The czar was always sending us commands - you shall not do this and you shall not do that - till there was very little left that we might do, except pay tribute and die.

One positive command he gave us: You shall love and honor your emperor. In every congregation a prayer must be said for the czar's health, or the chief of police would close the synagogue.

Our mothers are racked with the pains of our physical birth; we ourselves suffer the longer pains of our spiritual growth.