Today in sleep came John
presented me a prosphoron,
He stood in a black robe,
I hugged him very softly.
Five thousand rubles he took out
To gift I said: do not,
I have enough for me so far.
Such a remind-reward.
I was with him like a small girl,
And near him - just waist-high.
I called my mom to him to come -
He gave her prosphoron.
And on this day, so many years ago
A boy stood up, he was so happy, healed,
And I remembered, waking up, this fact,
And I feel blessed, as if a benedict.
Sleep about Saint John
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2020
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