All who come to Arkady’s home in Kolodozero, or to his church for the service – they are all running away, somewhere or from something. From the urban noise or weariness, from the absurdity of life, from themselves, from their former selves, from their sins or wrongs. Arkady himself is a fugitive, more than once he has said that he was here, “because I am weak, the strong are able to leave.”
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