ABSTRACT
This father had three sons and once he thought of toiling for God. "Children," he said, "twenty-four versts from this village build me a cell, take some food there, and there I shall toil." So they built him his cell and every day they took provisions to him. He would drink his fill, eat his fill, and then go out onto the surrounding bank to sleep. Once St. Nicholas came by. "Peace be to that well-fed boar lying there."
