In church, like in Morocco, the ladies are covered with a headscarf. They wait in a long line to kiss the icon (in times of plagues it Catherine the great tried to outlaw kissing the icon, and people thought she was doing it to be evil and rub salt into a wound�sick and unable to pray to get better too!) They also put a square the size of a postcard with the same icon�s image up to the icon, as if to let the icon kiss herself. Sometimes they kneel.

Religion is alive and well here after communism. Some things about national identity never change. When I was here 6 years ago there was no line to see Lenin in Red Square.

So is asking money for honey.