One Saturday, Nikolai Serbsky took a donkey and sat on it «boss and holocausts» and even backwards. That’s how he drove through Ohrid. His bare feet were dragged through the Macedonian dust, and his head with bloated bloated hair dangled in all directions. His eyes were half closed. No one dared to stop the donkey or turn to the Lord. Nicholas walked around Ohrid and returned to the monastery of St. Naum. The people whispered: Nicholas was mad. I wrote, I read, I thought, and I went crazy. The next Sunday, all of Ohrid was in the monastery. I wonder what happened to the Lord? The Lord, as if nothing had happened, served the Liturgy. Everyone was looking forward to the sermon. Having finished the service, the Vladyka stood before the people and, being silent, began: “What, have you come to see the mad Nikola?” Is there any other way you can go to church? You don’t have time. Not interesting anymore. Another thing is to talk about fashion. Or politics.
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