Ebook Poet Lore

M atrena (bent with age, delicate; face bearing traces of grief and priva tion. Stands before table, silently staring on icon which she holds in her hand, half wrapped in apron. Mumbles, nodding her head). Dear Lord, is it sin Oh, the misery of having to take the Savior's image to the pawn shop. The last treasure of the house Father in heaven, forgive me!