Joseph Brodsky with his poem 1m x 1m in the shop window
"In villages God does not live only in icon corners, as the scoffers claim, but plainly, everywhere. He sanctifies each roof and pan, divides each double door. In villages God acts abundantly- cooks lentils in iron pots on Saturdays, dances a lazy jig in flickering flames, and winks at me, witness to all of this. He plants a hedge, and gives away a bride (the groom's a forester), and, for a joke, he makes it certain that the game warden will never hit the duck he's shooting at. The chance to know and witness all of this, amidst the whistling of the autumn mist, is, I would say, the only touch of bliss that's open to the village atheist".