In front of the icon the Gentiles said their prayers, on their knees, crossing themselves all the time.
I tried not to look in the corner where the icon was, when I came into a Gentile house.

I was afraid of the cross.

Everybody was, in Polotzk--all the Jews, I mean.

For it was the cross that made the priests, and the priests made our troubles, as even some Christians admitted.

The Gentiles said that we had killed their God, which was absurd, as they never had a God--nothing but images.