the grand duke summoned and judged the reverend elena the girl to moscow , she arrived not one, but five with eighteen suzdal nuns. centuries ago, the monkelena wrote a spiritual charter with compilations of the charter on monastic life, which to this day are the main thing for us in the monastery. in the power of your judgment by them, god, let us hear my prayer, give ear to the words of my mouth. i want wait for you, sasha, softly and firmly, you won’t offer my elder soul, but god is sitting in front of you. god helps me, the lord, the intercessor of the soul of my tradition, my evil enemy is your true one, having used their will, i will devour you, confessing to your seed, lord, this is good. i, like all sorts of sorrows, delivered me and the son of my enemies. in vain , inspire me, o god, my prayer and the intransigence of my hearing the insults of sorrow. in my flock from the eye. the enemy is no longer sinful. i am a doll niche with us lawless anger was at enmity, i know how to estimate my heart and eat it all death attacks on honey in our days in the monastery , the traditions and canons of church art are being revived. the monast