“...For her, this little big-eyed old woman was the most mysterious, most amazing creature on Earth. Everything was crammed into her, taken from everyone: from an adult and from a child, from a righteous woman and from a buffoon, from an eternal wandering tramp and from things, an old woman who understands everything, the kind you can only meet in fairy tales. And therefore, Fedosya not only believed all Makhonka’s sayings, but she also did not make fun of the old woman, like others, when she got carried away. There are, there are miracles in the world. And since there are miracles, there are also people who create them. In the evening, as usual, a little girl dragged herself to the Porokhins. Women and girls came to the gathering. With singing, with knitting, with sewing, with spinning. Listen to Makhonka's antiquities and fairy tales...”