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"First she will not have a thing, then she will not part with it." "Well," said Desiree, with some spirit, "a woman may know her own mind." "Some do," admitted Barlasch carelessly; "the happy ones. And since you will not sell your ikon, I must go for what Monsieur le capitaine offers me. "Five hundred francs," said Louis.

"You have just arrived? How divine!" "This instant, so I rushed at once to the telephone. I long for you come now." He allowed passion to quiver in the last notes he must be sure that she would be drawn. "He cannot have opened the doors of the Ikon," Harietta thought. "I will go to see him again will be worth it anyway!" "All right! in half an hour!" "Soit," and he put the receiver down.

The ikon over the door looked like a dark smudged blur. But its poverty touched and softened Kunin. Modestly dropping his eyes, he went into the church and stood by the door. The service had only just begun. An old sacristan, bent into a bow, was reading the "Hours" in a hollow indistinct tenor.

The French proprietor explained to us that July was the month during which the miraculous Ikon of the Kazan Madonna was carried from house to house by the priests. I must add that the original Ikon was supposed to have been dug up in Kazan in 1597. In 1612 it was removed to Moscow, and was transferred again in 1710 to Petrograd, where a large and pretentious cathedral was built for its reception.

We may not believe in God but we have an intense curiosity about Him a curiosity that with many of us never leaves us alone, compels us to fill our lives, to fill our lives.... We love Russia.... But that is another thing.... Never forget too that behind every Russian's simplicity there is always his Ideal his secret Ideal, perhaps, that he keeps like an ikon sacred in his heart.

The body of Father Zossima was prepared for burial according to the established ritual. As is well known, the bodies of dead monks and hermits are not washed. On his head he put a hood with an eight-cornered cross. The hood was left open and the dead man’s face was covered with black gauze. In his hands was put an ikon of the Saviour.

"To see to the little lamp," she said, "I can't get to sleep." "You should say a prayer," Akim mumbled, falling asleep. Avdotya went up to the lamp before the ikon, began trimming it and accidentally put it out; she went back and lay down. Everything was still. Early next morning the merchant set off again on his journey with his companions. Avdotya was asleep.

This, Andrey Yefimitch thought, was like a gentleman, but disgusting. First of all Mihail Averyanitch led his friend to the Iversky Madonna. He prayed fervently, shedding tears and bowing down to the earth, and when he had finished, heaved a deep sigh and said: "Even though one does not believe it makes one somehow easier when one prays a little. Kiss the ikon, my dear fellow."

Seeing the ikon, the priest, the blowing candles, hearing the singing they would take off their hats, cross themselves, for a moment their eyes would go dreamy, mild, forgetful, then on their hats would go again, back they would turn their horses, cursing them up the hill, chaffing the Galician women, down deep in the everyday life again. The service ended.

On the desk in the hall was an ikon, carefully preserved under glass, which was said to have been painted by St. Luke. However, in spite of their honors, as soon as possible the three girls were glad to return to their lodgings. Yet Mildred promised that they would allow General Alexis to send his sleigh to them the following day.