About the book: 1914 / The Lord woke up from his own sleepy cry and lay in bed for some time, with anxiety in his soul, watching outside the window, In the gray dusk of the morning, the autumn wind swayed the trees. The anxiety did not leave the bishop even later, when he stood before the lectern for morning prayer. Touching his rosary, he said the words of prayer, and the image of a dream kept appearing in his soul. He continued to see the crimson sky, as if illuminated by the glow of a fire. Against the background of this glow, the figure of an angel in white robes, with a young and angry face, was clearly visible. And the angel was so huge that his outstretched wings spread across half the sky: the bishop felt completely tiny and insignificant in front of him, and also felt that he was kneeling in front of him with his hands folded, as if in prayer. And like an echo of thunder in the mountains, the voice of an angel sounded, commanding and stern: “His path is the path of the law.”!