New Confessors of Russia: Nizhny-Novgorod Province
Out on the street a car drives quietly by, as if creeping along the land, and in its tracks like a grayish demon the dreadful thought slithers into the soul; they've come for Vladika. But no, this time it's not for him...Should one rejoice that it is not for you or your close ones...or grieve for your neighbor? And that is how it was every day. --Excerpt from the life of Blessed Bishop Barnabus