Аудиокнига в кармане, Юрий Григорьев - Старец Зосима и его гости - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

When Alyosha, with anxiety and pain in his heart, entered the elder’s cell, he stopped almost in amazement: instead of the patient leaving, perhaps already without memory, as he was afraid to find him, he suddenly saw him sitting in a chair, although exhausted from weakness, but with a cheerful and cheerful face, surrounded by guests and conducting a quiet and bright conversation with them.However, he got out of bed no more than a quarter of an hour before Alyosha arrived;the guests had already gathered in his cell earlier and were waiting for him to wake up, according to the firm assurance of Father Paisius that “the teacher will undoubtedly get up to once again talk with those dear to his heart, as he himself said and as he himself promised in the morning.”Father Paisius firmly believed this promise, and every word of the departing elder, to the point that if he had seen him completely unconscious and even without breathing, but had his promise that he would rise again and say goodbye to him, he would not have believed, perhaps, even death itself, still expecting that the dying man would wake up and fulfill his promise.In the morning, Elder Zosima spoke positively to him as he went to sleep: “I will not die before I get drunk with conversation with you once again, beloved of my heart, I will look at your sweet faces, I will pour out my soul to you once again.”Those who gathered for this, probably the last conversation of the elder, were his most devoted friends from many years ago.There were four of them: hieromonks Father Joseph and Father Paisiy, hieromonk Father Michael, rector of the monastery, a not very old man, far from being so learned, from a simple rank, but firm in spirit, an indestructible and simple believer, stern in appearance, but imbued with deep tenderness in his heart, although apparently he hid his tenderness to the point of some kind of shame.The fourth guest was a very old, simple monk, from the poorest peasant rank, Brother Anfim, almost even illiterate, silent and quiet, rarely even speaking to anyone, among the most humble, the most humble and had the appearance of a man, as if forever frightened by something great and terrible, beyond the reach of his mind.Elder Zosima loved this seemingly trembling man very much and throughout his entire life treated him with extraordinary respect, although, perhaps, he never spoke less words to anyone in his entire life than to him, despite the fact that he once spent many years wandering with him together throughout all of Holy Rus'.