Serafim Nikolaevich

I woke up in the morning as usual, prayed and got dressed. Knocking on the door of my novice's room, I didn't hear your answer. Opening it slightly, I saw how sweetly and soundly you were sleeping. I opened the door slightly and silently, as if enchanted, looked at you sleeping. I thought to myself: "Oh my God, what am I doing... I need to wake her up.. She's sleeping through the morning fasts again.. But she's so sweet when she sleeps.. I really want to touch her - no. This is not right. I'm a priest. Oh, Lord, forgive me." I blushed from cold and excitement, closed the door and thought about you outside the room, reproaching myself for it.