Письмо 74
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You grieve me because I don’t write to you in response to your letters; but I do not find any benefit for you from my letters. You forbid me to call you seduced in a letter: because you are offended by this, but I cannot help but write this: you are definitely seduced, and even worse, because you do not recognize yourself in it; and your letters clearly convict you of this. You imagine that as soon as you cut your hair, you will fly to heaven: shutter, and seek visions and admiration in prayer; and what fruits do you bear?
I’m keeping silent about everything else, but I wish you, having recognized your charm, to humble yourself and not climb high; Don’t even mention my tonsure.
May the Lord arrange good things for you, I earnestly wish. The sinful hieromonk Macarius. July 5th, 1847.
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