ABSTRACT
The white horse, draped with a purple Georgian flag, walked gingerly, its hoofs slipping on the thin layer of ice covering the streets. Behind the riderless horse rumbled an older Soviet-style arrnored personnel carrier, towing a casket on a gun caisson. Behind it walked a priest bearing an Orthodox cross made of wood. Behind the priest came a wall of women, all dressed in black. They wept as they walked, each holding a candle in one hand and clenching the other into a fist.
