This place has a beautiful, huge church, a wonder hard to find around in such a remote area. Just imagine: no presence of humans for many kilometers around or any proper roads, the locals have to use ATVs to pass through for most of the year; and there, right in the middle of deep Vyatka woods, stands a lonely Orthodox church.
Taking the icon away, the residents of Khlynov vowed to bring the icon of St. Nicholas back every year to the banks of the Velikaya River, the place of its glorious appearance. That’s how the ancient tradition of the Velikoretsky Procession was born.
The feet are burning, the back is aching under the weight of the backpack, the sunglasses tinted grey from a heavy layer of dust (this year’s procession was held during an uncommonly dry and hot week), when, out of line, I am awash with joy: Lord, help me keep this prayerful mood, let it linger longer! Thank You, Lord!