'Oh, I used to be so healthy, like a stallion,' she told me. 'The Devil came to me last night and gripped my palm with his fingernails. I began to pray: "May God rise again and may His enemies be scattered." And the Devil paid no attention. Then I began to swear and curse at him and he went away immediately.'

— A Writer at War by Vasily Semyonovich Grossman (Page 79)