I knew her well. A quiet woman with tense, burning eyes, she had often been to our house. Her husband, who was a pious man, spent his days and nights in study, and it was she who worked to support the family. Madame Schachter had gone out of her mind. On the first day of the journey, she had already begun to moan and to keep asking why she had been separated from her family.
As time went on, her cries grew hysterical. On the third night, while we slept, some of us sitting one against the other and some standing, a piercing cry split the silence:. I can see a fire! Who was it who had cried out? It was Madame Schachter. Standing in the middle of the wagon, in the pale light from the windows, she looked like a withered tree in a cornfield.
Look at it! A terrible fire! Oh, that fire! Some of the men pressed up against the bars. There was nothing there; only the darkness. The shock of this terrible awakening stayed with us for a long time. We still trembled from it. With every groan of the wheels on the rail, we felt that an abyss was about to open beneath our bodies. Powerless to still our own anguish, we tried to console ourselves. Sit down. Some women tried to calm her.
There are huge flames! It is a furnace! It was as though she were possessed by an evil spirit, which spoke from the depths of her being. We tried to explain it away, more to calm ourselves and to recover our own breath than to comfort her. Our terror was about to burst the sides of the train. Our nerves were at breaking point. Our flesh was creeping. It was as though madness were taking possession of us all.
We could stand it no longer. Some of the young men forced her to sit down, tied her up, and put a gag in her mouth. Silence again. The little boy sat down by his mother, crying. I had begun to breathe normally again. We could hear the wheels churning out that monotonous rhythm of a train traveling through the night. We could begin to doze, to rest, to dream.
An hour or two went by like this. Then another scream took our breath away. Flames, flames everywhere. Once more the young men tied her up and gagged her. They even struck her. Shut her up! She can keep her mouth shut. Her little boy clung to her; he did not cry out; he did not say a word. He was not even weeping now. An endless night. Toward dawn, Madame Schachter calmed down. Crouched in her corner, her bewildered gaze scouring the emptiness, she could no longer see us. She stayed like that all through the day, dumb, absent, isolated among us.
The prisoners were then ordered to the cusp of the pits, where they were shot. Babies were thrown into the air and then shot. Moshe survived after being shot in the leg and mistaken for dead. Moshe tells people in Sighet about his experience, but no one believes him. What happened to Moshe the Beadle? He is gone a few months and upon his return he tried to warn everyone about the Nazis. No one listens and they call him crazy. Shortly after arriving in the ghettos, the Jews were told to puck because they were being transported.
What happened to Mrs Schachter in night? What is the main character's name in night? Who was Moshe the Beadle? Moshe the Beadle is a poor Jew who lives in the town of Sighet with Elie. We are introduced to him in the beginning of Chapter One.
A scholar of Kabbalah, Jewish mysticism, Moshe teaches Elie about Jewish mystical texts as Elie works to improve his knowledge of Judaism. Not only does God fail to act justly and save the Jews from the cruel Nazis; the Nazis drive the Jews into cruelty, so that the Jews themselves fail to act justly.
Until the Jews experience the horrors of Auschwitz, they cannot believe that such horrors exist. One can imagine, then, how difficult it is to convince others of the atrocities committed by the Nazis. Wiesel reminds us that the Holocaust is almost too awful a story to convey, yet he insists that it is a story that must be told, because it is crucial that those who hear the story believe, and act on their beliefs, before it is too late. One would think it insane to imagine the extermination of six million Jews, yet it occurred, efficiently and methodically.
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