Memoirs of Alexandra Fedorovna Kuzyakova, a local resident.
All sorts of people came for help. I remember I couldn’t walk alone. So he crawled out of the wheelchair and hobbled around the church, following the priest on his knees. And the priest suddenly turned around and said: “Sasha, now you don’t smoke or drink, I bless you. Get up, you’re good now.” And he got up and went. All people saw. Then this Sashka came, I didn’t even recognize him, a completely healthy man.
Archpriest Nikolai
Father was physically weak, but his gait was light and quick. He really almost ran, and sometimes it seemed like he was flying over the ground.
