From my youth, wisely, I labored diligently,/ we are instructed by God,/ I left my fatherland, the city of Pskov,/ and settled in the desert,/ in the father of the great Lake Onega,/ the monks gathered wisely/ and with the notification of the Holy Spirit, the monastery of the fellow city/ and the church was created by the Most Holy Theotokos/ in praise of Her Nativity,/ with the streams of your tears/ you immersed your bodiless enemies/ and your life with chastity with the angels The faces have united, / like Father Cornelius, / pray to Christ God for the salvation of our souls.
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