1 Andrew, I bless you with this icon and you must promise me you will never take it off.
2 She crossed herself, kissed the icon, and handed it to Andrew.
3 Her brother would have taken the icon, but she stopped him.
4 Andrew understood, crossed himself and kissed the icon.
5 Prince Andrew did not see how and by whom it was replaced, but the little icon with its thin gold chain suddenly appeared upon his chest outside his uniform.
6 She saw him tender and amused as he was when he put on the little icon.
7 She did not venture to ask any questions, and shut the door again, now sitting down in her easy chair, now taking her prayer book, now kneeling before the icon stand.
8 In her snug room, with lamps burning before the icon stand, a young lad with a long nose and long hair, wearing a monk's cassock, sat on the sofa beside her, behind a samovar.
9 I saw it myself, master, the star is fixed into the icon.
10 A shopman who entered told her that her husband had gone with others to the cathedral, whence they were fetching the wonder-working icon of Smolensk.
11 Behind them soldiers and officers bore a large, dark-faced icon with an embossed metal cover.
12 This was the icon that had been brought from Smolensk and had since accompanied the army.
13 The hot rays of the sun beat down vertically and a fresh soft wind played with the hair of the bared heads and with the ribbons decorating the icon.
14 An immense crowd of bareheaded officers, soldiers, and militiamen surrounded the icon.
15 The crowd round the icon suddenly parted and pressed against Pierre.