The old stone church stands so solid against the sky, with that beautiful round window and the statues looking down from the front. I like how the light catches all the different shapes on it.

Yesterday for dinner I made lean cabbage rolls with buckwheat and mushrooms instead of meat. I boiled the cabbage, mixed the minced meat with boiled buckwheat, fried champignons and onions, wrapped it and stewed it in tomato sauce. It turned out nourishing and tasty, even the eldest daughter asked for more.

In the corner of the house there are my icons, a small lamp and a cross. In the evening, we all gather, I, Nino and the child, read "Our Father" and "Holy God". The baby still wakes up a little, but already knows how to put his hands on. The day ends peacefully.

We went on Saturday with the wife and the child to the small monastery above Kesariani. They held a service in the old church and then they treated us to Turkish delight and water in the courtyard. I came home calm, as if I had really rested.