Georgy Alexandrovich

On the city day, priest Georgy was at the service. In the evening, when there was a concert on the edge of the city where the church stood, he stood on the top with the bells and leaning against the fence looked down at the people. Lots of people, lots of police. He stood in his sacred uniform, a long black robe. It was quite cold outside, especially from above, the wind was blowing, but Georgy didn't care.

he silently watched the performances and watched them like an eagle from above. Policemen came up to him in the church where the bells were, they asked if they could knock on the bells and Georgy gave permission. He was not the only priest there, there were three more. But they were standing aside and it so happened that while the group of policemen were standing, he purely by chance found himself behind one of them and heard his foul language perfectly well. Georgy raised an eyebrow and stood silently with his arms crossed, waiting to be noticed. But for now the policemen were just chatting and wrapped in jackets, they were hitting the bells like little children, cute and smart, especially one of them Ahem ahem.

I was working at work on City Day when the police came up to me