Manuscripts Being Sent; the Formal Soviet Request; Personal Details for the Document

Regarding my health — thank G‑d for this. But it still hurts me a little — and I do not yet know when it will fully heal. And I cannot yet go to the mikveh. And now, my dear brother — save me! Have compassion. Presumably you have received the letter at R' Noton's address — from the week of Parashas Beshalach. And also a letter at your own address — from a few weeks ago. And in it was the copy of Kochvei Or [כוכבי אור — "Stars of Light" — a compilation of R' Avraham of Tulchin's writings about the fellowship of R' Noson, which R' Shmuel has been copying at Uman], Part One — Anshei Mohara"n [the section about R' Noson's companions] — and also a little of my personal daily practice. And also another letter at R' Noton's address — with Part Two — Emes V'Emunah [אמת ואמונה — another section] — and a few awakening letters that I sent long ago to the holy Tzion. And in Chol HaMoed Pesach I sent you a letter at your address — containing Part Four: Sason V'Simcha [ששון ושמחה — "Joy and Gladness" — another section] — and also the completion of the section Hiskarvus Mohara"n from Anshei Mohara"n. And now — I am already sending you the fifth letter at R' Noton's address. And in it: 8 pages — a copy of manuscript conversations and precious stories from Rabbainu, of blessed memory, and from R' Noson — not yet printed. And also the section Hiskarvus Mohara"n at length. For the sake of Heaven — please immediately take all the writings from all the letters and store them in my package. And keep them in the very best safekeeping. And do not lend them to any person under any circumstances. And write me a reply immediately — what you received.

And now my dear precious brother — my soul and heart — save me! Have compassion! You must know: truly, purely, clearly — if you want to still have the merit of seeing me alive in this world — do not be silent even one moment. For know: the strength to endure has truly, truly given out. And this is no child's play — but truly: I am afraid I will depart from the world before my time — here in the diaspora. And then it will no longer help. Therefore — seize it while I still live. For afterward — you will be among those who cry out and are not answered. Remember: I am telling you this beforehand — remember well! Do not think I am merely frightening you. Only the One G‑d knows the truth — that this is without exaggeration — not even a thousandth part of it. For I cannot write to you — from anguish of soul. And this letter is entirely tears and blood from the depths of the blood of the marrow. Not so quickly can I write such a letter again. After this letter — I must lie down from weakness — for I am putting my strength and the blood of my marrow into this letter. Because I no longer have the strength to hold on. No, no, no — remember well — do not take this lightly!

The details for the formal request document: My name: Shmuel Gorvitz, son of Yeshayahu. Age: 41 years. Born in Jerusalem. We were Russian subjects — and at the start of the war, when they expelled the Russians — they expelled me too. My particular occupation: I have none — only I am capable of several occupations. I observe religion [רעליגיאזנער — Yiddish: religious, observant], etc.

And now, my dear brother R' Yaakov, may he live — how have you forgotten me? Is it possible? Is it possible? Is it possible — such a thing? Please write to me of your welfare in full detail. And of the welfare of R' Yisrael Dov and of all the fellowship. And of the welfare of my son Nachman, may he live. And of the news with my father-in-law and my wife. And whether they want peace. And in what manner. And whether you transmitted to them the letter I sent you — and what they replied. And whether they want peace — in what manner. And I ask you: pray for me at all the holy places — and especially in Meron at the Tzion of the Foundation of the World, the Rashbi — pray for me that I merit everything that I must merit here at the holy Tzion: to recite the Ten Psalms [Tikkun HaKlali] in great depth of heart — truly, in innermost truth — and verbal confession — truly, in innermost truth — and all the rectifications, etc. And to merit to come soon to Eretz Yisrael easily — and to be a complete person in holiness and purity — truly — as He wills it, etc. And livelihood in abundance and scholarly, G‑d-fearing sons, etc. And to serve Hashem truly — with all the counsel and guidance of Rabbainu: awakening at night, hisbodidus, etc., etc. And to be refined from my impurities during these days of the Sefira — and to merit to receive the Torah afresh, etc. And true and complete repentance, and true prayer, and rectification of the bris. And that the borders may be opened — that every Erev Rosh Hashana we can be at the holy Tzion. And that we be as the will of G‑d and the will of Rabbainu the Holy one. And arouse R' Yisrael Dov to pray greatly for me there. And likewise R.A.B.Tz. And all the fellowship, etc. And please write to me of the welfare of R' Leib and what is the situation with his project for the settlement of Eretz Yisrael that he wanted to do, etc. And I send greetings to all the fellowship, and especially R' Noton and his wife, may she live, and R' Shlomo, may he live, and R' Yechiel, and R' Leibel, and R' Dovid Khalodenko, and R' Gedaliah, and R' Meir — to all of them let this letter be said. My dear brother Yaakov — for the sake of the love of Eretz Yisrael — I want to purchase a plot of land near Jerusalem, in the cooperative that you bought for yourself. Write me the price. That I should pay immediately — and afterward all the details. And also there are some of the fellowship who want a share in this as well. And also speak with R' Naftali regarding the book Yishuv HaDa'as Ha'Amiti [ישוב הדעת האמיתי — "The True Settling of the Mind" — a Breslov compilation from R' Avraham of Tulchin; R' Shmuel is asking about its whereabouts] — where it is to be found.

I always pray for you at the holy Tzion. I still cannot go to the mikveh. May G‑d have compassion. Amen, so may it be His will. From me — who awaits to see you soon: Shmuel son of Feiga.