You became like a merchant looking for good beads, glorious Vladimir, at the height of the table of the gray-haired mother of cities, God-saved Kyiv, testing and sending to the royal city to take away the Orthodox faith, and you found priceless beads, Christ, who chose you as the second Paul and shook off blindness in the holy font, both spiritual and physical: we also celebrate your dormition, your people. Pray for the salvation of your Russian power, the ruler, the Christ-loving emperor and the multitude of those who rule.