John Of Kronstadt And Young Trader - Poem by Liza Sud
When I was young and lived in Kronstadt
And my first trade have just began,
I suffered bad luck and misfortune,
But once the priest at my door tapped -
'I'm watching after you, my brother,
In your small home is Paradise!
Why not to save the child, you Father!
Why do you drink, make hell for wife? '
This Christlike person, made a favour -
To tears mitigated me.
And I resumed my former trading.
And now construct a church for him.
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