quod grātīs asseritur, grātīs negātur

Listening to Christopher Hitchens. 

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Burning child sinners

Yesterday I visited Podolsky Church of the Intercession, one of my favourite churches in Kyiv. Completed in 1772 the church is a wonderful example of Ukrainian Baroque. But yesterday I was most struck by this fresco near the rear entrance of children being lapped by flames about to consume them; presumably because of their sinful ways? How can children possibly deserve such a punishment? I don’t know when this was painted, it looks much more modern than the building, but the image is rather amusing and a little disturbing also

A troubled angel is murdered

The other day I was shocked to discover that the man I was photographing for a book project had been murdered in his own home.  Vyacheslav Geraskin’s throat was allegedly slit while he was sleeping. I’m currently trying to find out more details and visit his grave.

R.IP. Vyacheslav Geraskin

Poem of a fallen angel

Vyacheslav Geraskin, who referred to himself as an angel called Lucifer, recites verses from one of his poems.