MOTHER OF GOD…
From various pictures, the memory of my eyes has kept one that is quite unexpected. Glimpsing the head of her man in the window, a young, strong Siberian woman jumped onto the sideboard of the still moving train, and shoving aside a crowd of soldiers in the vestibule, she rushed inside. Some time after the train stopped, she appeared in the doorway of the wagon, beautiful, black-eyed, holding in her arms, like a child, a legless, one-armed cripple in a striped shirt. He, embracing the woman with his one arm, looked at her with blue, guilty eyes, and intoned in a bass voice:
“Forgive me, Nyusha, I couldn’t stay safe, I couldn’t stay safe…”
“Mother of God, Mother of God, Jesus Christ!” shrieked a perpetually drunk old woman, crossing herself as she looked at them and fal
