Protopop Habakkuk. Life of Archpriest Avvakum, written by himself (№ 432917)

The packs also returned from the Nerch River to Ruse. For five weeks on the ice we rode naked on sledges. They gave me two nags under the shack and under the ruffles, while he and the archpriest wandered on foot, killing themselves on the ice. The country is barbaric, foreigners are not peaceful; We dare not lag behind the horses, and we cannot keep up with the horses, hungry and languid people. The poor protopopessa wanders, wanders, and she will tumble down - a lot! In a new time, delirious, she fell down, and another languid man came upon her, and immediately fell; both scream, but cannot get up. A man shouts: "Mother Empress, I'm sorry!" And the archpriest shouts: "What are you, daddy, crushed me?" I came, - at me, poor, she blames me, saying: "How long sowing flour, Archpriest, will it be?" And I say: "Markovna, until my death!" She sighed and replied: "Good, Petrovich, otherwise we will wander."