Publisher's Synopsis
Half an hour later Bishop Maxim and I left our company and went to the indicated 'address'. Twice patrols stopped us to ask for passes. We, the doctors, had such. But how will it be with the others: Bishop Victor, Bishop Hilarion, Bishop Nectarios and Fr. Nikolai ... Bishop Victor served as an accountant at the rope factory, Bishop Nectarios participated in fishing, the others wove nets ... Here is the end of the forest. Here is the camera, 4 fathoms long. No windows. The door is barely noticeable. Light twilight. The sky is covered with dark clouds. We knock three and then twice. Opens Fr. Николай. Bishop Victor and Bishop Hilarion are already here ... In a few minutes Bishop Nectarius arrives. Inside, the cell was turned into a church. On the floor and on the walls - fir twigs. Several candles are burning. Small paper icons. Small as a palm, a shroud among green twigs. A dozen people are praying. Later came another 4-5, two of them monks. The service began. In a whisper. It was as if we had no bodies, only hearing. Nothing distracted us or hindered our prayer. I do not remember how we returned 'home', ie in our companies. The Lord covered.
