By St. Justin Popovich
Once in Kiev, on the feast of the holy martyrs Boris and Gleb [July 24], a great crowd from all cities and villages descended on the feast of the holy martyrs. A certain Kievan, who had great faith in Saint Nicholas and the holy martyrs Boris and Gleb, sat on a ship bound for Vyshgorod to venerate there at the grave of the holy martyrs Boris and Gleb,* taking with him candles, incense and prosphora - everything needed for a worthy celebration.
After venerating the relics of the Saints and filling his soul with joy, he set off by boat back to his home. During that journey along the Dnieper River, his wife, who was holding the child in her arms, dozed off and dropped the child into the water, and it drowned. The father began to pull out the hair on his head, crying:
