 Interesting feeling, that I have never felt, has occurred to me in Orthodox monasteries built into hills of Moldova. Steep rocks above Dniester. Narrowest footpaths to monasteries. Low «cells» and temple premises that have been cut down in rock more than one hundred years ago. There are no water pipe and electricity, no windows and no doors, just narrow and little open apertures. Full ascetism and detachment from the world. And opposite to that below through the deep river – well-groomed vineyards, cozy Moldavian villages shielding surface of water from voices of bathing children. Inside of a civilization and outside of it … Konstantin Y. Smolentsev
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