On June 22, 2019, in the village of Prozorovo, front-line soldiers were resting on the side of the road. The domes of an old church were shining in the sun. “My darlings,” the village priest Father Anatoly would say to us. Here in the village, everything is done according to his words and God’s blessings, which he gives left, right, and center, attentive to everything and caring about everyone. For the past 20 years, Andrey has been coming from Moscow to Prozorovo to have a rest and help with the churchyard. He offered to help us in Moscow, and he called us many times and came to meet us in Moscow in the fall. At the church, Father Anatoly created a Museum of the Everyday Life of the Soviet Era. The corner of the izba is filled to the ceiling with concertinas of the Great Patriotic War, machine guns, uniform caps, overcoats, and even some triangular soldier letters that have miraculously survived till today. The museum has an outstanding collection. Few people came to meet the soldiers, it’s a small village, after all. But Father Anatoly honored the soldiers and brought his concertina. It turned out that he could play concertina. The sounds of war songs filled the air. To sum up, it was a good day that I will remember for his kindness and care for the world, the soldiers, and all living beings.
Calligraphy is frozen poetry.