Love, brother, does not die. Monk Trophim.

"Flee as a bird to your mountain" (Psalm 11:1), says the Prophet David.
It's as if it's on the top of the mountains, without penetrating into the properties of corrupt things,
and by touching only their spiritual content, Trophim lived his monastic life.

The path of monastic life is difficult, but beautiful. This is the great mercy of God, which the Lord honors with His elect.

Once Trofim was asked to bring the heavy bags of  a young pilgrim to the departing Kozelsky bus. The driver, seeing the monk with the young boy, began to rudely joke:

"What, are you short of men at home?" he blurted out to the pilgrim.
“And you fool,” he turned to Trofim, “so young, why are you ruining your life? What are you gonna do at the convent? Go on, live to your pleasure! Why are you monks torturing yourselves?"

The people who sat in the bus and got used to all sorts of scandalous incidents in worldly society, were wary waiting for further action from the offended monk.
But Trophim, not at all embarrassed, smiled and said:

"Yes, brother, it's your truth. I’m a fool that I didn’t go to the monastery sooner.  I should have left ten years ago. Then I have toiled foolishness everywhere."

Hearing such an answer, people cheered him on and stood up for Trofim:

"Come on, commander, do not get excited, they have their own lives, but we have our own."

"Everyone has their own life, but Judgement day will be common," said Trofim. "And death is for everyone. Nobody will escape it."

Trofim easily suffered abuse, because he always considered himself worthy of the worst. And he endured all the sorrows encountered, as befits a monk, with great joy.

“Forgive me, brother,” he said to the bus driver, “for embarrassing you,” and calmly headed toward the monastery gates.