Zacharias Papantoniou

“ The oldest monk, father Joseph, entered first, his back bent and his legs trembling. Despite his age he passed in front of all the icons and kissed them, one after the other, in the order of the saints, whispering the praises of each one. ”

“ At regular intervals a monk came into the church very slowly, as if he were just a shadow, and sat in a stall. There he remained standing, still, only moving his hand from time to time to make the sign of the cross. ”