And for the sake of Christ, having willingly left your fatherland, the city of Vologda/ and hated all the red things of this world,/ with a spiritual desire you moved into the city of Rostov/ and, like wandering in the desert, it, / with hunger, and thirst, and immeasurable burden, exhausting your flesh, / and working for the Lord day and night, / remaining in fasting and prayer in the vestibule of the church, / the hair of your head with ashes and depressing with resin,/ and, jealous of Blessed Basil,/ you came to the reigning city of Moscow/ and, in chastity and patience, having ended the course of good,/ you moved to the eternal monastery, / emitting rays of miracles, / blessed John, our father, / pray to Christ God to save our souls.
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