There was one pilgrim, a quiet pockmarked little woman of fifty called Fëdosyushka, who for over thirty years had gone about barefoot and worn heavy chains. Princess Márya was particularly fond of her. Once, when in a room with a lamp dimly lit before the icon Fëdosyushka was talking of her life, the thought that Fëdosyushka alone had found the true path of life suddenly came to Princess Márya with such force that she resolved to become a pilgrim herself. When Fëdosyushka had gone to sleep Princess Márya thought about this for a long time, and at last made up her mind that, strange as it might seem, she must go on a pilgrimage. She disclosed this thought to no one but to her confessor, Father Akínfi, the monk, and he approved of her intention. Under guise of a present for the pilgrims, Princess Márya prepared a pilgrim’s complete costume for herself: a coarse smock, bast shoes, a rough coat, and a black kerchief. Often, approaching the chest of drawers containing this secret treasure, Princess Márya paused, uncertain whether the time had not already come to put her project into execution.