The harvest is over, leaves fell and the sun, bathing our lavra in gold, is waning. Soon, cold wind will come from over the Dnieper and blanket the plains of Kyiv with snow. There are only a few things left to do – to finish the central fresco on the ceiling and to cover the main iconostasis of our monastery with holy icons. Players will take the roles of gifted monks which carry on their shoulders the weight of a near-impossible deadline, as well as their own physical degradation, exhaustion, and laziness. —description from the designer

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