Poet Lore

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. 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!