him the right way.
Fire, brethren, fire!
Put it out!
You knew about the fire,
didn't you?
No one can know this but God.
You threw a charred log
at my feet. l remember.
Many mourn for the righteous,
Father Filaret.
Why didn't you just say it?
Why those charred logs?
l'm an ordinary man,
l don't understand your signs.
lf you are slandered
for Christ's sake,
Then the Spirit of God
dwells in you.
Answer me!
l am your superior!
Blessed are ye
who are persecuted
and slandered for my sake...
Say no more.
Through your prayers, Father,
we have put out the fire.
Your cell is burnt a bit
but we saved the hen.
Enough!
Cackling like a hen.
You are not in your office,
but in the house of God!
Let's not discuss
worldly matters here.
Temples love prayer.
Holy Father!
Forgive me, brother Job.
l went too far.
lt was your lay brother, Amvrosy.
He filled a lamp with oil,
struck a match
- and dropped it.
- Got it.
We'll fix it in no time.
l'll tell you what, Father Anatoly,
l never wanted to be
a Father Superior.
l wanted to live in the wilderness
as a recluse
l take the fire as a sign for me
to become a hermit.
What do you think?
l'm not a learned man.
l don't think anything.
l'm here to share your cell with you
while mine is being restored.
Will you accept me?
lt's up to you to decide.
- Where do you sleep?
- Right here.
- Here? On the coals?
- Yes. On the coals.
You can sleep next to me.
Good.
We'll save ourselves together
and pray jointly.
And think about God
and life eternal.
Mind you, l'm a troublesome bedfellow.
l have coughing fits.
Sometimes l suddenly want to sing
in the dead of night.
You won't mind?
l've long wanted to ask you,
prankster--
why do you behave improperly
during the service?
You should pray
in the prescribed way.
lf everyone starts praying
in his own way,
where will we be?
What will be left of the church?
Father Filaret,
you've got nice boots.
You like them?
Very. Soft, ain't they?
Oh yes. The only boots
l can wear.
His Beatitude gave them to me
out of kindness.
He knows l have bad feet.
And your blanket's even better.
His Beatitude too?
No, l got it in Greece
when the Metropolitan and l
were on a pilgrimage to Athos.
Well... let's go to sleep.
What are you doing,
Father Anatoly?
l'm reading the book of human sins.
When l'm through,
l'll shove it in the stove--
and sin will be no more.
What the hell are you doing?
l'm going to read the second page.
Page? lt's my boots.
Another one gone.
Didn't you know
most sins nest
in bishops' boot tops?
Clown!
Why is it locked?
- We are going to drive demons out.
- What demons?
They are all around us,
don't you see?
Open up immediately.
Demons don't like smoke.
We're gonna smoke them out.
Look where that one got to.
And another one.
You are the demon.
A breeding nest...
Look! Here they are.
Damn them.
Out, out with you!
- But we're going to suffocate.
- lt's almost over.
We'll get rid of them all.
We're going to suffocate.
Just wait a second.
Why'd you shut the air vent?
You want me dead!
- Wait.
- Air, air!
They're almost all gone.
Go over there.
We did it.
Oh, l forgot the chief demon.
There!
l got ya.
Small but so vicious.
Drown him!
Why are you looking at me?
Mean, ain't l?
That's what l am.
l bear you no grudge, brother.
l am grateful to you, brother.
l really am.
You've delivered me from things
superficial and unnecessary.
l was really attached
to those boots and that blanket,
and you removed them from me.
Thank you.
And you've shown me
there's little faith in me.
l got really scared.
l'm going to meet death
in his stokehole, l thought.
l feared death
because l had little faith.
lt means l am not ready
to meet Our Lord.
l was afraid to face death
unrepented.
There's little virtue in me
but much sin.
Virtue?
My virtues stink
before the Lord.
l can really smell the stench.
Yes, smell it and through that
you'll be