manna-gruel

Updated: May 25, 2025

Vasena promptly began washing him with a sponge, then fed him with manna-gruel. The old man sat bent up on the sofa, his hands resting on his knees. He ate slowly from a spoon. They were silent, his eyes gazing inwardly, seeing nothing. Sunbeams stole in through the window and glistened on his yellowish hair. "Your good son, Ilya Ippolytovich, has come," Vasena said. "Eh?"

Boris Pilniak - Tales of the Wilderness