But the dress closed, and again she sat before him, majestic and severe, a saint,—an icon among icons.
When Tichon returned with Yemelian to their place the whole assembly began to sing in a melancholy drawn voice:—
Send us Lord Thy Christ,
Send us Lord Thy Son,
Send the Holy Spirit, the Comforter.
For a moment they remained hushed; and then the singing was renewed, but this time it was merry, quick, as if for a dance; the people stamped with their feet, clapped with their hands, and their eyes had a look of ecstasy:—
On the river Don
Christ dwells in our homes,
With His Angels
And Archangels,