...The devil loved to go to church. He loved the orphan white walls of small provincial churches, like closets with naive prop utensils, and the majestic lilac dust of Notre Dame Cathedral, the impenetrable stucco armor of pointed Catholic churches and the gloomy afterlife darkness of the Kremlin churches, buried in well-fed tops into the loose Moscow sky. He loved to go there on weekdays and on holidays. He did not go out of a sense of duty, he loved... But most of all the Devil loved the Kyiv Lavra...