Habibullo-Eugene Kiselev
A Synopsis of my Life
March 17th, 2018, Saturday, 10:52:59 p.m.
Yekaterinburg, Russia. GMT 05:00
To tell the truth, my head literally teemed with anxious thoughts and was full of uneasiness and apprehension. I worked with the translation of a scientific article; however, my work was interrupted with attacks of anxiety and fear.
At about 06:18 p.m. I called Galina Titova, a Russian Orthodox poet and leader of “The Ural Ark”. I asked her about the words of a famous poet of the Urals, Benedict Stantsev. In one of his poems, he wrote, “And when a poet falls in love no more thus, /He is no more a poet whatsoever” (Translation added – E. K.). I said my current protracted writer’s block was connected with the fact that I am not currently in love. “Then you have to fall in love as soon as possible!” – She said. I objected by saying, “Religious poets like priests or monks cannot fall in love according to the rules of the monastic life. They are poets nonetheless. Is not this a contradiction?” Galina answered, that one should not take the words of Benedict Stantsev as Gospel. “This surged up within his mind, he wrote about it. If you write something, or if I write something, this will not mean you should believe it. Monks or priests are led by the Holy Ghost, they love God, and Divine Love is first and foremost to them” – she summarized. I partly agreed. We finished with our dialogue at about 06:23 p.m.
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