MOSCOW — On a current snowy Sunday, the 17th-century Dormition Church had been evening that is drawing to a detailed. The ethereal chants which had for just two hours entranced a congregation that is standing echoed from the intricately painted walls as Father Aleksy Gomonov retreated to your sacristy to remove their vestments.
But his sizeable, surprisingly young flock stayed. As tables had been brought in and arranged in neat rows on the list of ancient icons and golden candelabra, the audience begun to mingle. Down came the dense wintertime coats, and away arrived the smart phones. Figures had been exchanged, eye contact held or averted, and a subdued environment of piety offered solution to flirtation and giggles.