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dependable breast in their hands to rub them on the rock. Above all this stood an enormous tree all bleached under the sun the rain and deprived of leaves. This was the Holy Tree" I myself do not know why this tree was holy but I had witnessed many people whoever did pass by that would tear voluntarily a strip of their clothes and attach this to the tree. Thus through many years of the same act like a veritable parade of banners under the pressure of wind all these personal inscriptions of signatures very softly to my innocent ear used to give echo to the sh-h-h of silver leaves of the poplars.

Written in June 1942 at request of Dorothy Miller about the painting which the Museum of Modern Art had just acquired. 

Garden in Sochi