He was living for ninety-six years,
And five years of them - in the camps,
And he changed many churches and places
Because atheist powers were hostile.
He was full of light, joking, facetious,
He believed that the Church was his bride,
And he could find his friends in all people,
He named his parish daughters and sons.
He was printing Church books underground,
And for that was assigned the arrest
And his sorrowful life in the camps he
thanking God as the Cross could accept.
And they say that he was perspicacious,
And could foretell the future, and healed,
And for comforting in tribulation
He is visiting his flock in dreams,
How far is the star with its glow,
which as alloy is burning with lights,
He ignites you today, like the Psalter,
And in his rays all grief is - like dust.
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Иоанну Крестьянкину 3
Он прожил девяносто шесть лет,
и пять лет из них - в лагерях,
он сменил очень много церквей
при враждебных безбожных властях.
Он был светел и много шутил,
он невестою Церковь считал,
во всех людях друзей находил,
свою паству детьми называл.
Он печатал подпольно тираж,
за который назначен арест,
свою скорбную жизнь в лагерях
с благодарностью принял, как Крест.
Говорят, что он был прозорлив,
и предсказывал, и исцелял,
Он является пастве во снах,
утешая их словом своим.
Как далеко сиянье звезды,
той, которая слитком горит,
так и он тебя жжет, как Псалтирь,
и в лучах его скорби - как пыль.