We went to the cemetery and then went to the temple. I give the notes to the servant – suddenly something flying side by side without a row and, interrupting us, says: “I only have one name to write down! " Well, one, one – we go to meet her. The name was written, then the candles were picked for a long time - it needed to be as many as possible! To burn for as long as possible. I chose, but remained dissatisfied – poor. I finally learned somewhere. I stand in front of the icon, and suddenly again a vigorous push to the side, again it is a miracle. "Allow me to go," he says. She climbed from the back of the crucifixion, where the candles are put for rest, wrapped her large candle to the cross itself, dropping several other people's candles.
We didn’t say anything to her, and nobody made a comment to the chicken. Probably everyone, like me, lacks illusions – we don’t believe that the beast can be re-educated.