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<blockquote data-quote="OrthoLeaf" data-source="post: 1484521" data-attributes="member: 21423">Currently reading this book right now, after receiving it as a gift from a fellow parishioner. The chapter about Fr. Nathaniel (the treasurer) had me laughing the whole time, what a blessed man.An excerpt from the book: (Quick background info: young hieromonk wants to go on vacation and is granted permission from the abbot, on the condition he gets money from the treasurer to do so)&quot;When he saw the paper, father Nathaniel froze as if he was being murdered, and then with a shriek collapsed onto the floor, nervously jerking his arms and legs towards the sky. At this time the soles of his tattered shoes flapped open, and the holes in his weather-beaten long johns underneath his cassock were visible. He then began to scream:&quot;Help, help, help! Robbery! Thieves! They want money! For vacation! Tired of the Mother of God! Help, help, help! Robbery! Thieves!&quot;The poor priest was so shocked he couldn&#039;t stand up, and so squatted back down. Various foreign tourists who were in the square froze in amazement. Utterly horrified, the young priest dashed off to his cell. Meanwhile, the wise father superior, as he observed the scene from his window, watched with a very contented smile indeed.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="OrthoLeaf, post: 1484521, member: 21423"] Currently reading this book right now, after receiving it as a gift from a fellow parishioner. The chapter about Fr. Nathaniel (the treasurer) had me laughing the whole time, what a blessed man. An excerpt from the book: (Quick background info: young hieromonk wants to go on vacation and is granted permission from the abbot, on the condition he gets money from the treasurer to do so) "When he saw the paper, father Nathaniel froze as if he was being murdered, and then with a shriek collapsed onto the floor, nervously jerking his arms and legs towards the sky. At this time the soles of his tattered shoes flapped open, and the holes in his weather-beaten long johns underneath his cassock were visible. He then began to scream: [I]"Help, help, help! Robbery! Thieves! They want money! For vacation! Tired of the Mother of God! Help, help, help! Robbery! Thieves!"[/I] The poor priest was so shocked he couldn't stand up, and so squatted back down. Various foreign tourists who were in the square froze in amazement. Utterly horrified, the young priest dashed off to his cell. Meanwhile, the wise father superior, as he observed the scene from his window, watched with a very contented smile indeed. [/QUOTE]

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