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his prose poem Khristos,
Turgenev dreams that he is in a village church together with the peasant
congregation. A man comes to stand beside him: "I did not turn towards
him, but immediately I felt that this man was Christ.' However, when eventually
he turns towards him he perceives a face like everyone's face. A face like
all men's faces ... And the clothes on him like everyone else's.' Turgenev
is astonished: 'What sort of a Christ is this then? ... Such an ordinary,
ordinary man.' But he concludes: 'Suddenly I was afraid - and came to my
senses. Only then did I realise that it is just such a face - a face like
all men's faces - that is the face of Christ.'
WISHING
YOU ALL
A BLESSED AND
HOLY CHRISTMAS
From
the Staff
and Students,
College
General
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