The Feast, again far
Sunday, August 24th, 2008 at 10:30 pm by ErkinThe Feast, the third one far away: in 2006 I was on the 14th floor, now on the 16th. The brigade knows the date, Zoya Pavlovna made me a pie for it, "for your saint". The Tajik guys do not know who St Janyl is, but they know it is a holiday, so they sat with me at the table. Mahmud asked how the hermit lived on the hill. I said: in a cave, with a goat. He said: that is a good friend, the goat.
Today I phoned mama and asked her to put the phone at the cathedral door. She did. I heard the bell.