The land here is fertile: Lycians provided themselves with wine, bread and other products typical of Asia Minor.

Talking about the cultural heritage, which remained from those times, tomb-monuments carved in the rocks were perfectly preserved.

And now about the church itself, which is here in Myra Demre in Turkey. In the fourth century the bishop of the city in ancient times known as Myra was Nicholas. Here he was buried in a marble sarcophagus.

After the death of St. Nicholas a church was built in his honor, but an earthquake reduced it to ruins. Then a basilica was erected here, but it was destroyed, this time by the Arabs.

–Let's go back to Nicholas. You all know, of course, that the prototype of Santa Claus is

Nicholas.

Margarita had no idea that the country with the famous all-inclusive had the Orthodox shrine, and in general was confident that St. Nicholas had been Russian!

– He was born in a wealthy family. In early age the boy believed in the teachings of Christ thanks to his servant. Throughout his life Nikolai was preaching Christianity.

Being a man of good and fair, worked goodness. Prayed for fishermen leaving for the sea … Helped the poor and the sick, loved children.

In the church at Myra in Lycia, here, where we are standing now, to this day services are rarely conducted. Let's put our crosses onto the altar, so that they would embrace the grace of the place.

The tourists laid down their crosses, and as if waiting only for this, a muezzin suddenly began to sing in the mountains thunderously, doing the worshiping service, pronouncing the people’s requests and thoughts to his God. Isn’t it a miracle, to hear a beautiful voice out of nowhere in the fells? That’s the God's blessing.

– Well, that's it? Come on, Greta! – Nadezhda is bustling.

– Hold on, Mom, let me stay here. I calm down among these walls …

Margarita was wandering about the holy place for a long time, admiring the remains of mosaic floors and freschi.

Coming out of the basilica, Margo sees a strange picture: father and mother standing in the center of the dilapidated patio, and there is a flock of cats around them. It is amazing how these animals identified the most sick people from all the crowds of tourists and surrounded them. Cats were purring and rubbing the legs of the two disabled, Father stroked them, Mother had a puzzled smile.

Some "ruffled" woman runs up to

Greta's mother.

– Come on, you have to prostrate yourself in front of the sarcophagus!

Nadia is frightened, but she insists.

– Pray and get well!

Somehow, being held from both sides by hands, with shouts of fear to break a leg, which is tucked clumsily not wanting to get up on one knee, mother finally falls to the ground.

After a hearty lunch there was a sail on the yacht on the schedule.

– You are the first tourists in my memory, which were able to put to sea in January!

Shower is beating with large drops on oilcloth ceiling of a boat resembling a yacht, which is thrown from side to side like a paper boat.

Boris suffers from indigestion after gluttony, clutching a new icon in the pocket. Mom feels good: she

never suffered from stomach problems, her organism "kneads all" as she likes to say, "zero residue left!", whether it was wine, vodka, fatty or sugary foods. An hour later she is hungrily glancing around: “Is there anything delicious to eat?”

CHAPTER 9

Wandering about Antalya

A sweet tour guide talks about the virtues of local seaside life, obedient Russian tourists turn their heads right and left.

Avenue of palm trees behind, and now they have time for shopping. Margo buys parents some accessories, Mom rejoices as a small child would, Boris in the opposite cannot forget how much it cost.