Memories -- Chapter Ten
church was packed. As in all Russian churches, there were no benches,
and everyone was standing, except a few ancient women perched
on rickety wooden chairs in the back of the nave. The walls, covered
with gold framed icons, reflected rows upon rows of candles, like
shimmering golden curtains extending from floor to ceiling. The
windows cast multicolored shafts of light through the clouds of
incense that hung in the air.