Once again I had the same war [as Elder Joseph of Vatopaidi reports, his war was: "a kind of sadness, almost like melancholy"] and despair plagued me terribly.
Of course I knew it was a war, but I couldn't get rid of it.
Because of my inexperience I did not fight it from the beginning, when this passion first appeared to me, and it became a permanent cross for me.
After I sat down to rest I saw a group of people of different ages coming up from the street of Kyriakos [of New Skete] upwards, towards my Hut, and they were talking among themselves.
I watched who they were and where they were going.
Of course I knew it was a war, but I couldn't get rid of it.
Because of my inexperience I did not fight it from the beginning, when this passion first appeared to me, and it became a permanent cross for me.
After I sat down to rest I saw a group of people of different ages coming up from the street of Kyriakos [of New Skete] upwards, towards my Hut, and they were talking among themselves.
I watched who they were and where they were going.