doesn’t look like it, he gave up a good prospect for the career of aliya the lad, silenced the wabil, imshae vedas and spiritual thoroughness from the life, cyril, turov’s son of a married father, and he did not like wealth and foam and glory - this is russian, and for years he bainowed holy scripture, young man, went to the monastery. many tortured him, and what a self-interest from these posts, the prayer of the distant ones, and he refused the monks like the sky of bees flying around a branch. raccoons. he chewed on people's honey, his word was chopped by the ear, from the show behind the heart and about the snakes jazz of a reasonable monk, a sign lived by the abbot of the monastery, and cast from the posad from washing yourself no more demons between the channels. the cannon of my husband in the windy is forged higher, nude and i have bodily wishes for the break, without falling out to give a word to the sinners of the world about the spiritual lack of reach, monks. joking different the ways of the zasyaroditsa at the prayer of the kabne joga did not delay their respect in the toast, t