A womens event in February, which we started doing in our apartment.
2 – We visited the three cities, and were attacked in an anti-Semitic incident while in Ivanovo. We were most impressed by the community of Stavropol, since the other cities seemed to have no youth, while Stavropol boasted a Sunday school with almost 30 children, and when we asked Yefim Fainer, the president of the community, what they’d like to see from us, he answered that they are ready for a kindergarten.
That was the decision-maker, and we chose Stavropol, which was also a very pretty city and we were impressed with all the people we had met there.
Back home in Montreal, we prepared to leave. We packed our stuff into boxes, and shipped them to Russia (they would arrive 6 months later). We sold our furniture, went around fundraising, and started a blog in order to record all the events that took place there for our friends and supporters (after hearing from many people that they would be interested in reading what it’s like to a Canadian Rabbi to start work in Russia). The blog has been a private diary of sorts; people searching for the truth should contact me (rabbizvi44@yahoo.com). They can be invited and then go all the way back to the beginning and read for themselves the difficulties and rewarding times we had, with pictures and videos scattered through it. Here further proof of what I am writing can be seen.
We also called many Rabbis of cities in Russia, particularly the American and Canadian ones (all 3 of them), to get tips and ideas from them, which we wrote down. One piece of advice was to have the president of the community find a couple of apartments which we can look at, so that we don’t have to stay in a hotel for a month trying to find one ourselves. However I was unsuccessful in reaching Yefim, though I tried calling many times.
I should mention that the reason why Russia must rely on foreign Rabbis is due to the fact that for over 70 years Judaism was not allowed. This meant that there were no yeshivas where people can train to become Rabbis. Therefore, almost every Rabbi in Russia is from Israel. There are several Russian Rabbis, but they are far and few between. Only 5 Americans/Canadians work as Rabbis of cities in Russia (if you include Rabbi Silberstein of Vladivostok and myself, who are currently in America hoping this problem gets sorted out and we can return to our communities).
We left Canada in a wave of tears, most of our friends and family didn’t really understand why we chose somewhere so far away, but they respected our decision. We brought with us many bags of luggage, from which we would live out of for 6 months.
We arrived in Stavropol at night, and went straight to a hotel. The next morning we went to the center and met with Yefim. We had brought a small list of requests which we had taken upon the advice of our fellow Rabbis.
The list read:
1 – Help us get a secretary (she must speak English)
2 – Help us find an apartment (followed by a list of what kind of place we’re looking for)
3 – We need an office.
We sat down with him, and spoke about our vision and plans for the community in 1 year, in 3 years, in 5 years. I had written this all down a few weeks earlier. Then he said his vision and plans for the future, which I also wrote down. I still have this paper.
I asked him our requests and he promised to take care of all of them, and help us out in every area. Then he said something which at the time I found very odd. He warned me that we must work together. He said that in other communities, there have been battles between the presidents and the Rabbis (he brought the example of Kursk). He said that he hopes we don’t have a similar problem. I told him no way, I’m glad to work with him. I am not in it for the power, money or anything. I want to build our community and we’ll be great together.
Of course, nothing of this can be proven, as I didn’t write any of this down, but it still struck me as odd.
What can be proven is that we were stuck in the hotel for over a week (I’m sure they keep a registry of guests). We were running out of money, and desperate. Whenever we went to the Center Yefim told us that he was working on finding us a secretary and an apartment. However he didn’t lead us to a single interview for a secretary, or a single apartment. Even our office was a problem, something which should have solved quickly, as there was a large office which could have been used except for Sundays when the children went on the computer in Hebrew school.
Instead, after about a week of our questions, he told me that I could use a corner in the ‘Zal’ (large room) as my office. I told him it wouldn’t work, that I need a room to use, and he said he’d work on it. These frustrations can be found in my schedule book, where I listed my requests before each meeting.
By a stroke of luck, we met a non-Jew named Alexander Dengin who helped us find several apartments. We became friends, and when we were running out of money, we were forced to choose one particular apartment on Rosa Luxemburg in order to leave the hotel.
I’ll now get to the Sachnut. Natasha Kulugina runs the Sachnut and Chesed together with Yulia Sharapan. When we first visited the city, we went over to say hello. The Sachnut is an organization concerned with sending Jews to Israel, Halachic or not. The Chesed, or ‘the joint’, gives out food packages to elderly (and sickly) Jews. Yefim told me from the beginning that we have nothing to do with them, since they work with non-Halachic Jews (I will prove this and more later). However, I was curious as to what kind of work they do, and they seemed very nice and helpful.At that point I did not know of the past history of the Stavropol Jewish community.
So when we saw that we were getting nowhere with Yefim, I went to the Sachnut and asked them for help in finding a secretary. Ads were placed the next morning in Stavropol’s newspapers, and after interviewing several candidates, we hired Viktoria, a capable and very nice person, who has been our secretary since.
Ironically, while I am now being attacked for ‘only doing things for Halachic Jews’, I was originally attacked for ‘only doing things for non-Jews.’ When Yefim found out that I had hired a non-Jewish secretary, he asked me why I did that, when there were perfectly good Jewish ones (whom he hadn’t told me about, though I’d asked him several times to help me find one).
I explained what I had been advised from other Rabbis, that to hire a Jew means that it is difficult to fire her if she is incompetent. It would divide a community. He still bothered me about this for several weeks, and continued to bother me when I hired a non-Jewish housekeeper and driver (for a time).
After a month or so, I was given an office. It was in a small, dingy room (I have pictures of myself squeezed in there) which used to be used as a place to exchange money. The key I was given was twisted, which made it almost impossible to open the heavy door, and I had a copy made. When I later would return the key to Yefim, I forgot to return the original, and I still have the twisted skeleton key with me.
After more cajoling, my secretary was given the nice, large room to use as her office. Meanwhile, I began to realize that no one showed up to the center, except on Shabbos (Saturday) afternoon, when around 10 to 15 of the elderly Jews would gather at 14:00 to eat a meal and talk about the Torah. Aside from the Sunday school, the place was always quiet. No classes took place, and barely anyone ever came in.
This was in sharp contrast to the Sachnut, which was constantly busy (at least whenever I was there). Students gathered in a classroom to chat after college, and young mothers met up. Whenever I was in the Sachnut (which was rare), people were always wandering in and out, chatting and smiling.
One day I met with Yefim, who told me that I must stop having anything to do with the Sachnut. I asked him why, and he told me that Natasha was a sly woman trying to take his job. He told me the history of the community.
After a year of being there, I still don’t have the history down pat, but this is what I gather (I can prove nothing. I am merely repeating what I’ve heard from other people).
The community was organized around 12 years ago. Yefim was president, and thanks to his wife Polina, the community was very active. Igr Lerner ran the Chesed, Natasha the Sachnut. Everything was run out of the Center. Then Polina passed away and the bickering began. It reached a height (and upset most of the community) when Yefim started going out with a new girl, Yana.
She had a terrible influence on him (this I can attest to), and he threw Natasha out of the Center. He somehow threw anyone else with a hint of power out as well, which meant that Igr and Yulia Sharapan began working in the Sachnut, which rented out a new place.
Since then the place is generally quiet, except for Sundays when it was full of children there for Sunday school.
Anyway, I started doing my work. This meant meeting people, inviting them to Shabbos meals and trying to organized Jewish classes and clubs. I had big problems trying to get classes started. The few times I visited the Sachnut, the students asked me question after question about Judaism. But my work was not for the Sachnut, and I asked Yefim to help me organize classes (all over my schedule book). Obviously, he promptly forgot about it. I even tried organizing a chess club with Torah, since I knew he loved chess, but still I received no response.
So I asked him for a community list so that my secretary can call people to a class I’ll coordinate. But he refused to do this either, telling me he’ll instruct his secretary to make calls.
It reached a climax when Chayale organized a womens event. She spent hours and hours preparing for it (making Challah class). I reminded him several times to invite people, and when the time came, not only didn’t his girlfriend or secretary show up, but no one else did. My wife was very upset about it, and so was I. We realized we couldn’t trust him when the same thing happened at a Tu Beshvat event (all proven by emails I sent to Rabbi Lazar I can dig up from back when it was happening, and my schedule book, plus photos).
Something else annoying happened. Moscow told him that he couldn’t ask for any more money, but any more money had to go through me. I hadn’t opened an Or Avner organization so Moscow wouldn’t give me money either. I asked for Yefim’s help in opening the organization but he flat out refused. Instead, he’d come and demand that I give him money for this and that…
I told him I had none, I was only receiving my salary, and he called a board meeting. At the meeting, I was told to reveal all money I receive from Moscow. I told them that I had no written proof, but they can call Moscow and see for themselves that until Or Avner is started, no money comes through except the Rabbis salary and a little bit to pay his secretary and driver.
It was simple to realize I had no money. We had no office tools or anything. Had I had money, I would have at least bought one computer, one chair, one printer, one lightbulb for my tiny office.
Instead I was being asked not only to get him nearly 10,000 rubles to come monthly (which included a huge raise in his salary and the salary of his girlfriend whom I had never seen at work as his ‘secretary’, but also money to put a water cooler in the Center), but also a one time payment of over 10,000 rubles to buy new chairs and furniture (which made sense to me too).
I still have several original papers that he gave me detailing these requests, a paper of me writing them down, and the email I sent to Moscow asking for them. Naturally, I received no answer. Anyway, until Or Avner was opened I had no way of receiving the money.
But even though I explained this to him over and over again, every day without fail he pestered me and bothered me, which made it difficult to work there.
Another problem I had was the phone line. We needed a separate phone line. But every petty little detail was a huge one for Yefim. Thank g-d he let us use a computer, but we wanted high-speed internet and offered to pay for him to receive the same as well. However, this took ages to happen, since he refused to sign papers allowing us to get a new phone line.
My secretary Viktoria once went to speak with him and ask him to sign a document, but he shouted at her, hurling insults and telling her she was a nobody. When I saw her in the office later, she was still crying from the verbal abuse which he would inflict upon her several more times, until I advised her not to speak to him.
Another problem was Shabbos afternoons. The older men met at 14:00, which was a bad time for me. I had to Davven (pray) and eat my Shabbos meal. I asked if they could move it to 10:00 or even 11:00. He told me they couldn’t, so I wasn’t able to make it every Shabbos (it was a 45 minute walk each way and on Shabbos you are not allowed to drive).
Another ugly incident marred Shabbos, when Yana (Yefim’s girlfriend) started taking photos of the meal one Shabbos. I asked her to please put away the camera, and she straight out refused. As she continued taking photos, I pretended I had to go to the bathroom and left the hall. I stayed out until after everyone had left (about an hour) and then asked her why she did that. “Not everyone wants religion.” Was her reply. I was very upset about this, and told to please not do this again, or I wouldn’t come to the meals any more.
When we went to Moscow for the annual conference of Rabbis and Presidents of Russia, we met with Rabbi Lazar. Yefim complained that I was receiving lots of money and not giving him any, and I complained that I had yet to be taken to meet people in the community or even see a community list. Rabbi Lazar told us we must work together. He asked me in English if I could spare money. I told him not much, and he suggested that I help out monetarily with Shabbos, and he also advised me to fundraise a bit so that I can give Yefim a monthly sum to keep him happy.
We also went to FEOR (the Federation), where I spoke to a woman named Rita, and asked that she give Yefim a salary raise. She raised it, giving him the most any president of any community received in all of Russia! She told this to Yefim, saying she was glad I had asked for this, and it shows a true sign of wanting to work together.
Our flight back to Stavropol that night was cancelled, and we sat in a cab driving through the darkness. It was there that I pulled out 6500 rubles and gave it to him, telling him that I’ll help him out monthly. I also told him I’d help him out weekly for Shabbos by my wife making most of the food, and my driver willing to go shopping for him. He looked me in the eye and promised that he would do everything to make sure we worked well together.
I got home all excited. My wife made a cholent for them, and two Challahs. She also bought extra drinks and white eggs that they could use. She would do this weekly until things got out of hand before the month was up.
It was also at this time that we celebrated Purim, which was a beautiful event. 100 people showed up (read newspaper article on it, or see the restaurant listings… or just ask anyone in the community), and everyone was united. It felt good, like the future would get better. Yefim made a speech at the event how it was the first time in many years so many people had attended a Jewish event in Stavropol.


















