Light and warmth emanated from the priest, and one could always feel the unearthly origin of this power, illuminating and warming the souls of people. And outwardly he was unusually modest. He always wore an old, faded cassock, and the same little cassock, and while he was still traveling, he was leaving the island to meet his spiritual children and friends, he was seen in an old beret, sometimes in his mother’s jacket over the cassock and raincoat, and galoshes. The priest walked around the island in felt boots, and his hands were always open, even when in the cold he spent hours anointing pilgrims with “Jerusalem oil.” The whole appearance of the priest was instructive, his blessing was effective, and “those who do not seek their own,” according to the words of the Apostle Paul about Divine love , pilgrims, being next to the elder, could exclaim: “It is enough for me that I was honored to see you!” “The appearance of the priest is difficult to describe in words. This is amazing purity, light and kindness. Extraordinary love. Extraordinary holiness. And an extraordinary voice. “Well, goodbye, my dears, Guardian Angel!” - blessing everyone, the priest said in such a voice that it is simply impossible to forget.”