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Marianna knew her colleague, Afrosinya, was a devout believer; she even wore a headscarf to work. She also knew Afrosinya often visited monasteries.

“Bring me a small icon from the monastery,” Marianna said, approaching Afrosinya.

“Alright, which one do you want?”

“Any one, a small one.”

Two weeks passed…

Afrosinya approached Marianna.

“I brought it, here,” she said.

“Thank you,” Marianna replied as Afrosinya handed her a small square wrapped in cellophane.

“It’s the Kazan Icon,” Afrosinya clarified.

Marianna pressed the icon of the Virgin Mary with the child to herself and walked down the corridor.

In the evening, Marianna hung the icon above her bed. The icon hung there until one moment when something unusual appeared from it.

Marianna saw it – a light, a transparent light flowing gently from the icon.

“Is this light for me? For me? Then everything will be fine.”