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A widow lived near Kyiv, in Podil, but she was not happy: her life was bitter. She suffered great need and poverty. The widow lived near a lush city, where lush houses were piled up, where golden cross churches shone and sparkled, where people were moving and bustling from morning to evening, and such helpless poverty as the widow had could be found in the middle of nowhere; where you can't find a human dwelling or a manor house, you can't see a human face or hear a human voice, and you have to live with birds and beasts, with trees and stones, with mountains and rivers, and the beasts are whining for prey, the birds are singing and chirping, the trees are making noise, the stones are lying, the mountains are hanging, the rivers are flowing, and there is no one to help you or help you; there is no one to pity you or take care of you...