An old Hasidic rabbi, Levi Yitzhak of Berdichev in the Ukraine, used to say that he discovered a meaning of love from a drunken peasant. Entering a tavern in the Polish countryside, he saw two peasants at a table, both gloriously in their cups. Each was protesting how much he loved the other, when Ivan said to Peter: “Peter, tell me what hurts me?” Bleary-eyed Peter looked at Ivan: “How do I know what hurts you?” Ivan’s answer was swift: “If you don’t know what hurts me, how can you say you love me?” We’re sorry. You don't have permission to access this page. Please sign up to have full access to this page.