gladness,
that the bones which Thou
hast broken may rejoice.
Hide Thy face from my sins,
and blot out all mine iniquities.
Create in me a clean heart, O God;
and renew a right spirit within me.
Cast me not away from Thy presence;
and take not Thy Holy Spirit from me.
Through the prayers of our holy Fathers,
Lord Jesus Christ our God,
have mercy on us!
- Amen.
- Ah! Hey, Father Anatoly,
somebody has soiled the handle.
- Who could it be!?
Must be some envious persons.
- Wipe it.
- In a minute.
- Give me a rag to wipe my hand.
- I have none.
- Don't I give you rags
for your needs?
- No rags really. If you want,
go inside and have a look.
- That if you don't mind the soot, filth, coal...
- No matter, it's always not enough for you.
I'm here on behalf of our
Father Superior, Filaret.
Get Father Filaret's blessing
and live in peace with him.
Live with a saint you'll become a saint.
- You said something,
I don't get it.
- Father Filaret shows his charity to you.
He wants you to live in his chamber,
to mend your weak health.
- But who will work here?
- Well, lay brother Nicodimus
has been ordered for this job.
- Why, he dreads fire.
- We all dread the fire of Gehenna.
- Father Job,
bless me to stay here.
I'm used to it, I know all about it.
It's winter, snow. I need to stoke up!
- Do you hear me!?
Father Filaret is showing
you his charity!
- Look:
you learnt to read and write,
didn't you?
If I didn't I wouldn't be a chief.
- Read holy books too?
- Sure, and even I know many from memory.
I forgot:
why Cain has killed his brother Abel?
- You and your jokes!
You'd better wipe that handle.
- May God save you!
You're wallowing in filth, joker.
- It's sheer bliss...
- You are forever scaring me!
Where did you learn to walk
noiselessly?
- If you like, I can make me horseshoes
so I'm always heard from a distance.
- Just you dare!
This is a monastery, not stables.
If everybody wears horseshoes
there'll be such noise!
Like at a hippodrome.
Should I make bets on you?
Well, what happened?
- Let me report...
Father Anatoly...
- Father Anatoly? Not again!
What a new mess he has made?
- It's all written here.
- What do I want with your scrawl?
This is not a Communist Party Committee here.
Say what you have to say.
And let's have done with this.
- Father, with all my heart...
It can not be tolerated anymore!
Firstly, Anatoly never washes
his face and hands.
Second, he is always late
for the church services.
Third, Mainland folk are forever
coming to see him. As if it is not a
monastery but a public thoroughfare!
And yesterday, he showed up at the
church with a felt boot on one leg
and a sock on the other, and
started singing nastily!
Father: the brethren are grumbling.
On festive occasions, although
he comes to the church,
he leaves the thanksgiving service...
For this, he was barred from the refectory...
- Enough! My head is spinning already.
- I have more...
- Where is he now?
- Where else?
Over there, having tea with laymen
at the boiler-room.
With sugar!
- Shall I call him?
- No, I'll see him.
Did you tell him my entreaty to
quit his work at the boiler-room
and move into my cell?
- I did.
- And?
- He asked me...
if I know why Cain killed Abel.
- Why indeed?
- Are you trying to hurt me?
- Sorry.
- You can go, I'll sort it out with him.
- I mean well...
- Go, my good man, go.
And forgive me.
O Mother of God,
the Blessed Virgin!
forgive me, a sinner,
save and keep me.
Give me and my brethren health
and strength.
May this day be joyful
and free of sin.
Forgive me, Mother of God.
Preserve my faith and
multiply my love for Thee!
Have mercy upon me, O God, according
to Thy lovingkindness: according
unto the multitude of Thy tender
mercies blot out my transgressions.
Create in me a clean heart, O God;
and renew a right spirit within me.
O Lord, grant remission of their sins
unto all brothers and systers deseased
with