by Gux!Neighbors bought a car. I agreed with my father to sanctify. There comes such a young man, with a beard - three hairs, in a bark, with an arshine cross, a psaltyr, or that he holds in his hands.
by Gux!He began to read, sprinkled with holy water... He told the doors to be opened... He said, you drive the car, give life to the iron horse...
by Gux!The car is HEN-NA. There is no pedal horse. Father then opened the cap, the gasoline pump checked, with the candles chatted there, the wires kicked - the heck - it all worked.
by Gux!Reported that it is necessary, the money received, and the neighbor adds to him for repairs. Father said, “Thank you, but that’s too much. Technical repairs are from God. I don’t take money for that.