Yesterday I tried to make spinach fritters for Easter. I added a little butter, garlic, and lemon juice at the end, and they turned out much more delicious than I expected. The children ate them without complaining, which is rare.

Sunčevi zraci probijaju kroz oblake iznad katedrale. Baš lepo kako svetlost pada na kupole i sve izgleda mirno.

On Saturday, I went with my husband to a small monastery near Kazan. During the service, they were commemorating Saint Hilarion the Great, and I lit a candle and prayed for my son, who was just taking his exams. On the way back in the darkness, the mood was calm and bright.

In the evening sky, the golden domes shine as if the light comes from within. It is a calm picture, relaxing to the eye.

Pictured is fresh bread baked for the parish dinner. Simple and warm, it looks like an everyday thing.

The old prayer room is open for the evening prayers, and the candle casts a gentle light precisely on the letters. It is pleasant to imagine someone reading it slowly in silence.

Candlelight burns quietly in the church. There's something simple and profound about seeing only these little flames in the semi-darkness.