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Six miles from Lesopolye was the village Obnino with a wonder-working ikon.
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His torpid eyes, sunk in fat, were fixed upon the ikon stand.
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Tatiana Markovna rose from the divan and looked at the ikon.
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The ikon over the door looked like a dark smudged blur.
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His mother came in quietly, timidly, and prayed before the ikon.
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It was a difficult affair, as the ikon was under guard.
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And all the army and all God's people saw the sacred ikon crying.
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Liberty is not as sacred an ikon as it is in the West.
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To steal and destroy the miracle-working ikon-thatwould be something to crow about!
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Nastasya Petrovna heaved a deep sigh and looked towards the ikon with tear-stained eyes.
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Yegorushka, looking at him, thought of the little ikon glass and asked Styopka softly:
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I remember two things like these too, a silver one and a little ikon.
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It's supposed to be a wonder-working ikon and hasn't one miracle to its credit.
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There was not a single ikon to be seen on the wall- abadsign!
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Now there was no light in the room but the little lamp before the ikon.
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Ever since sunset I have had a candle burning before the ikon in my bedroom.
