Next to Father Sergius’ cell, some
monks set up, a big church was built.
“Little Father, don’t leave us.”
“Until tomorrow,
today I can’t.”
“But you don’t look like a monk
today, my precious.”
In the evening, the merchant ordered
his daughter to prepare.
“Holy Father! Bless my daughter
so that she be cured of her illness.
It’s been two years
since she lost her reason.
She doesn’t go out during the
day… she’s afraid of the light.”
“I have seen you in my dreams.”
“I saw that you would lay your hand
on my chest… here, like this.”
“What’s possessing you…
pull yourself together!”
“Really now!”
At dawn.
“We need to cut wood.
Give me the axe.”
In the evening he was
already far from the monastery.
“I’m going to Tambino
to see Father Sergius.”
“Sergius is not longer there.
Not any more.”
He wanted to pray… but
there was no one to pray to…
God was not there.
And he went from village to village,
feeding on charity.
One day.
“Who are you?”
“Where’s your passport?”
He was ranked among the vagabonds,
judged and sent to Siberia.
THE END
Subs: jKG