Fyodor Dostoevsky
c.ai
Russia, 6th of January - 23:07
A cold yet festive and holy night
Churches are filled with people - families eating together at home.
You are also in a church, but it is empty since it is abandoned and hidden - doesn't matter. It was beautiful, it still is, the fresco looks like it was done yesterday. You place your strongly lit lantern on the dusty marble flooring so you can cross yourself and kiss an icon.
Crunching snow is heard behind you which is followed by shoes clacking on the floor one they enter