A beautiful, well-preserved church of the second half of the 19th century. Services are held every day. On Sundays and public holidays it is especially solemn.
An interesting place, I've wanted to visit here for a long time, I was especially surprised, there is an all-seeing eye above the entrance, a masson sign, like on a dollar bill, I recommend
It's hard to say anything, probably because I was baptized there once. Young, fervent, purposeful parents waited for their long-awaited son and they had their whole life ahead of them. Now there is no one, only Monuments are silent on the graves and the church keeps its silence. I got there for the first time in my early forties. I remembered a story from my childhood. I was the youngest and when I was baptized, the godparents were the same people as my sister. They were Orthodox. So the priest did not want to baptize. Dad argues that, they say, the old priest baptized his daughter with the same godparents, so what happened? The priest replies that he is old for that, that he has lost his mind. Dad and the answer is: "So will Mr. Xenge grow old soon." In general, they were baptized.