I am always happy to come to Sunday liturgies in a small wooden church located in the village of Nekasetsk, in a quiet, cozy place. The church is old, without heating in winter. There are several grandmothers in the choir who can still sing. Repairs, investments, and resources are needed somewhere. But despite all this, the little church continues to live: so small, it seems lonely, but it lives. And such an extraordinary love for her lives in my heart.