There lived one holy man in the world, master of chesed Rebbe Naftali from Ropshitz.
One evening, while dancing with his students, the old rebbe suddenly raised his hands to the sky, and his face was distorted with a grimace of pain. Seeing this, the students stopped dancing. Then he stamped impatiently and shouted:
“Does an army stop in the midst of a battle if a general dies?” Dance, dance!
A few days later, the students learned that at the very moment when Rebbe Naftali raised his hands in pain, his old friend, Rebbe Komarner, died.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru