I cannot wait for Saturday these days!
It seems the bells will ring, and you will enter.
The Virgin will admire you from the case, -
How handsome you are and how tender!
And every night, I see a vision: there’s a stone
On top of me - much like a hand, it lies
Upon my heart. And I won’t rise up on my own
Until you say, until you bid me: Child, arise! 
November 8, 1916
By Marina Tsvetaeva
Translation by Andrey Kneller
 “Child, arise!”: (see Luke 8:54) Jesus resurrects the daughter of Jairus from the dead.
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