“I wish I were dead. I envy the people resting in their graves…” These were the very first words Grandma Zinaida said to me when I, a correspondent of the Fund, entered her home. And in that moment, I felt ashamed… Ashamed that in a country devoted to the Mother of God, a kind old […]
“I wish I were dead. I envy the people resting in their graves…” These were the very first words Grandma Zinaida said to me when I, a correspondent of the Fund, entered her home. And in that moment, I felt ashamed… Ashamed that in a country devoted to the Mother of God, a kind old woman begs the Lord not for life – but for death.