So it turned out that because of my upbringing, historical period and personal pride, I am not just not a Christian, I am an open enemy of the church, especially the Orthodox. However, this does not prevent me from sincerely respecting, and sometimes admiring, real priests.

As an example, I went yesterday from Moscow to Perm in a coupe with a priest. Not easy, let’s say, not an ordinary father. I am not strong in the church hierarchy, but it corresponded, in my view, to the colonel in the army. Teacher of the Spiritual Academy. The appearance is colorful: long hair with a tail, collected with a tail. A beautiful bearded beard. An extended figure. Clothes are secular, but strict, black color. The range of his knowledge was aimed at absolute: from the Bible to Roman law, from the history of ancient Egypt to the peculiarities of pagan cults of pre-Christian Russia and the Comians... Geography, chemistry, mathematics. A walking Wikipedia.

So when I arrived at Permi (days) - I barely believed. The third in our coupe was a Muslim from Dagestan, a honored master of judo sports. That’s how we all three talked all the way.

Our priest did not assert anything, did not impose, did not threaten, did not agitate. He just told. Exactly, without a break. And everything in his story was absolutely logical!

He himself is the embodiment of tranquility and confidence. Powerful but peaceful energy. This is not the work of Soloviev or there Skabeeva, in the process of the conversation everything came to its place, everything made sense...

Time passed like an hour.

It is good that we only went to Perm, not to Vladivostok (we were on the Moscow-Vladivostok train), otherwise he would have baptized us with a Dagestan Muslim in Baikal.

by Ashmedai