St. Stefan Dečanski of Serbia

Icon of St. Stefan Dečanski with halo, holding and looking down towards monastery buildings


Image by Petar Milošević | Source

Once again St. Stefan Dečanski picks up his model turret and tries to attach it to his model monastery, even though the plastic tab that is meant to keep it in place is clearly broken. In a moment of irritation for which he will later do penance he gives it a rattle, scattering monks and their abbot turret across the floor, and uses glue to secure the turret clumsily in place.

It looks like a toy. The smell of solvent fills his poorly-ventilated room. He wonders how soon his mother will notice.


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