I do not like the icons, even in the museums are always missing from the halls of iconography. Well, somehow I went wrong with them since childhood.
But at home we have lived on St. Luke Wooden cracked kruglyashe, brought once in the New Villages. To me he seemed suddenly became a pretty, well, I do not know why. He's so cute. He and exchanges glances sometimes. He stands on a small book locker, through which fufelchataya Jenny jumping on a big wardrobe, and, periodically, from these jumps overturns (Luke, not Jenny, of course). But here's what the charm, he never looks at me accusingly, like other icons, that's what it means to the real holiness! My relatives once tried to argue, saying that this is not Luke, and Mark. But what do they mean? As if I did not feel that it's Luke. Well, just Luke. Not for nothing did I cells, and the saint Luke's symbol - a bull. Well, exactly the same, exactly.
And recently I decided to look at him intently.
Look.
And there above written - St. Mark.
Comrades, how to live?
I do not believe it. This is Luke.
Well just Luke ...!