The last time I was there was in early February 2011, on my way from Poltava to Pochaev. We spent the night. It was frosty, but quiet. At midnight, the monks go out on a Religious procession. I still remember that starry, clear sky. In the middle of May there is a patronal feast, a magnificent service. There are many visitors from everywhere. I don't know how it is now. I'm even afraid to ask.