I am very excited to announce that finally I had time to finish translating the very first story from the one of the books I got back in fall. Due to the volume I decided I'd be posting these kind of reading material on www.StJamesVestments.com website, where I created a separate section called "Libraty". God willing that "Library" will grow.

Meanwhile hope you will enjoy a (relatively) short story about a son of a priest, about his death to be correct.
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Righteous Death of a Layman

… One of the first deaths of people close to me was the death of the only son of my spiritual father, protopriest of one of the churches in a town where my farm was located near by. That was a very young man, who held a job in a court house of the local town and graduated from laceName>MoscowlaceName> laceType>UniversitylaceType> only two of three years before his death. I used to visit my spiritual father a lot at his home, where I was accepted like a son by this righteous couple, the parents of this young man. I had not had a chance to meet him for a long time. He seemed to be avoiding me. I remember the very first time someone pointed him out for me while I was in a church, where his father was a priest. He was not handsome at all, short, with a sunken in chest, with a big head on a thin neck, thin beard, in other words, he seemed so unappealing to me so I was not seeking to meet him afterwards at all. And on top of that someone from a court house told me that he was useless at his work and that just strengthen my first opinion. I felt pity on poor parents and  was glad that shyness of their son saved me from another boring acquaintance.

 

One feature in him was very remarkable though - how much he loved the church.  Read more...