Perhaps they were here in the Collegium, awaiting his advice, his exhortations... New Homers and Virgils! There were thirty ways...
Near the Collegium he was joined by Father Hervasiy, who blessed him for the work ahead and accompanied him to the classroom.
Finally, Hryhoriy was left face to face with his pupils. They sat silently, well-behaved and attentive, eyeing their new teacher. He smiled and the class sighed with relief.
“Gentlemen, friends!” Hryhoriy began his lecture. The students exchanged glances and became agitated. “Latin is a fine language,” he answered their silent question. “The great Romans speak to us in this language, together with today’s eminent men of scholarship. Praise and glory to the wise! But why should we borrow other people’s water, when we have our own well
