Among my acquaintances and friends, no one believes in God and does not go to church. Almost a year ago I met a man who lives in London and we started talking about the church, faith in God, about the crosses we wear on our chests. And in the autumn, when I was upset and depressed and wanted to take off the cross, I wanted to do a lot of things that I would regret, he wrote to me and said very necessary and strong words. And yesterday he wrote to me when he was sad and asked me to pray for him, because there is one cross on our chest and one God inside our hearts.
