Frescoes from the church with the Ayazmo at the St. Nedelya monastery

On the bench in front of the gate- under the blossomed pink bush, with a good smile on faces man and woman humbly sit, caught firmly by hand, lean old shoulders ... Behind them is a colorful garden, the scent of color seems to be annoying. Exploited fruit trees have bent down to the ground. An old cobbled path leads to the father's house. They look like two old icons, a real halo is white hair ... They stood in the dusty road, children will come ... right, right?