4/28/2020
Larisa Logvinenko
I first met Mother Nadezhda in the mid-1990s. It was clear from first sight that she was a nun. Short, lean, in a dark coat and headscarf, she was wearily walking along the street with a heavy bag in her hand. “Can I help you?” I asked. “Yes, please help me, honey…” she said simply. This is how we met.
