Olgaspokesedately，rhythmically，andshewalkedlikeapilgrimwoman，witharapid，anxiousstep。Everydayshereadthegospel，readitaloudlikeadeacon；agreatdealofitshedidnotunderstand，butthewordsofthegospelmovedhertotears，andwordslike“forasmuchas“and“verily“shepronouncedwithasweetflutteratherheart。ShebelievedinGod，intheHolyMother，intheSaints；shebelievedonemustnotoffendanyoneintheworld——notsimplefolks，norGermans，norgypsies，norJews——andwoeeventothosewhohavenocompassiononthebeasts。
ShebelievedthiswaswrittenintheHolyScriptures；andso，whenshepronouncedphrasesfromHolyWrit，eventhoughshedidnotunderstandthem，herfacegrewsoftened，compassionate，andradiant。
“Whatpartdoyoucomefrom？“Maryaaskedher。
“IamfromVladimir。OnlyIwastakentoMoscowlongago，whenI
waseightyearsold。“