Temple of the Kazan Icon of the Mother of God. Victory over the last enemy

Rev. Sergius Restance (in the world Mitrofan Vasilyevich Srebryansky) was born on August 1, 1870 in the village of Three-Wisty Voronezh County of Voronezh province in the priest's family. A year after the birth of the son of Father, Vasily was transferred to the village of Makariya three kilometers from three soulful. Like most children of priests, Mitrofan Vasilyevich graduated the spiritual seminaryHowever, it was not immediately a priest.

Part of the educated society of that time was configured against Orthodox church, and one who burned the desire to serve to his people and for whom they were not indifferent to the interests of moral, went into public movements, most often socialist.

Under the influence of the people's ideas, Mitrofan Vasilyevich entered the Warsaw Veterinary Institute. Here, among those indifferent to the faith of students, in Catholic Poland, he began to attend diligently orthodox church. In Warsaw, he became acquainted with his future wife, Olga Vladimirovna Affituovskaya, a daughter of a priest who served in the Pokrovsky temple in the village of Ladychnaya Tver Diocese; She graduated from the course of the Tver Gymnasium, was going to work as a teacher and came to Warsaw to visit relatives. January 29, 1893, they married.

In Warsaw, Mitrofan Vasilyevich again began to reflect on the correctness of choosing his way. In the soul there was a flame desire to serve people - but is it enough to restrict ourselves to the external ministry, to become a specialist and help the people, peasants, just in the management of the economy? The soul of a young man felt the incompleteness of this kind of ministry, and he decided to join the field of ministry of the priest.

On March 2 of the same year, the bishop of Voronezh Anastasiy had a hand-painted Mitrofan Vasilyevich in San Diacon to the Stefan Church of Sloboda Lysinovsky Ostrogozhsky County. In San Diacon Father Mitrofan stayed for a long time. On March 1, 1894, he was appointed a priest of the 47th Dragun Tatar Regiment, and on March 20, Bishop Ostrogozhsky Vladimir had his own name in San of the Priest.

On January 15, 1896, Mitrofan's father was moved to a vacancy of the second priest to the Dvina Military Cathedral and on September 1 of the same year joined the post of the Dvinsky law elementary school. On September 1, 1897, Mitrofan's father was moved to the city of Eagle and appointed by the abbot of the Pokrovsky church of the 51st Dragun Chernihiv regiment, whose chief was her imperial highness of the Grand Princess Elizaveta Fedorovna.

Since that time, a relatively long period of life of Mitrofan's father began in Orel.

In the summer of 1903, solemn glorification took place in Sarov rev. Serafima. At these celebrations was Mitrofan's father. Here he was represented by the Great Princess Elizabeth Fedorovna and made it on her the most favorable impression of his sincere faith, humility, simplicity and lack of any soreness.

In 1904, the Russian-Japanese war began. June 11, the 51st Dragun Chernigov Regiment made a campaign on Far East. Father Mitrofan went with the regiment. The priest had no shadow of doubt, nor thoughts would deviate from the performance of their debt. For seven years of serving a regimental priest in Orel, he was so burned with his military flock that she became for him as one big family with which he shared all the hiking life. Everywhere, where the opportunity was presented, he with his assistants put a hiking church and served.

During the service in the current army, Mitrofan's father led a detailed diary, which was published in the journal "Military clergy," and then came out with a separate book. The diary gives a complete picture of him as a humble shepherd, faithful to his priestly debt. Here, in the conditions of hiking difficulties, heavy fights, where soldiers and officers risked life, he saw how much the Russian man loves his homeland, with which humility gives his life for her, I saw how destructively in consequences and dismissively reality describe the metropolitan newspapers What is happening at the front, as if it writes not the Russian press, but the enemy, Japanese. Here he saw how deeply divided by the faith of the Russian people, when Orthodox and unbelievers began to live like two different people.

On March 15, 1905, Mitrofan's father as an experienced shepherd and the confessor was appointed the most admission of the 61st Infantry Division and in this position he served until the end of the war. On June 2, 1906, he came back to the eagle with the regiment. For outstanding pastoral services, the time of war, Mitrofan's father on October 12, 1906 was erected to San Archpriest and was awarded in a ribbed cross on St. George Ribe.

In 1908, the Great Princess of the Prescripts of Elizabeth worked hard on the project on the creation of a Marfo-Mariinsky monastery. Offers on the arrangement of the monastery were filed from several persons. Submitted his project and father Mitrofan; His project was so appreciated by the great princess that it was His pretty on the basis of the insanity. For his implementation, she invited Mitrofan's father to the place of the confessor and the abbot of the temple in the monastery.

No dare to give up the proposal of the Prescripts of Elizabeth, Mitrofan's father promised to think and give his answer later. On the way from Moscow to the Eagle, he remembered his native, his lovingly loving flock and presented how hard there would be a mutual parting. From these Dumas and memories of his soul came to confusion, and he decided to abandon the proposal of the Great Princess. At that moment, when he thought it, he felt that he had a right hand. He tried to raise his hand, but unsuccessfully: he could not move his fingers to her fingers, he could not bend a hand in the elbow. Mitrofan's father realized that this apparently, the Lord punishes him for the resistance to his holy will, and he immediately began to begging to forgive him to forgive him and promised if he was healed, move to Moscow. Little hand has gained sensitivity, and after two hours everything went.

He came home completely healthy and was forced to declare parishioners, which leaves them and moves to Moscow. Many, having heard this news began to cry and begging him to not leave them. Seeing the experience of the flock, a kind shepherd could not deny it, and although he was strongly called to Moscow, he was all postponed with departure. He even decided to refuse and stay in Orel. Shortly after that, he noticed that he had without any visible reason began to swallow his right hand, and this herd would bring it difficulty in the service. He applied for help to one of his relatives, Dr. Nikolay Yakovlevich Pichovsky. The doctor, examining his hand, said that there was no cause of the disease and he could not give in this case any medical explanation and, therefore, help.

At this time, the miraculous Iverly icon of the Mother of God was brought from Moscow to the eagle. Father Mitrofan went to pray and, standing in front, promised that he would accept the proposal of the Great Princess and move to Moscow. With reverence and fear, he was attached to the icon and soon felt that his hand became better. He realized that on moving him to Moscow and the settlement in the Martio-Mariinsky monastery there is a blessing of God, with whom you need to accept.

After that, wanting to get a blessing from the elders, he went to the desert Zosimov. He met with Schieieromonach Alexy and other elders and told them about his doubts and fluctuations: Will there be a case that he takes over his strength. But they blessed him to take care. Mitrofan's father submitted to transfer to the monastery, and on September 17, 1908, the Metropolitan Mosknyk Vladimir, Metropolitan Moskovsky, appointed him with the rector of the Pokrovskaya and Martio-Mariinsky churches at the Big Ordinke, since the Marto-Mariinsky Resident itself began its activities only from February 10, 1909, when The Grand Duchess Elizabeth moved to the house, intended for the insidency.

Mitrofan's father, settling in the monastery, immediately began to go to the entire soul, - as it was in Orel, when he was engaged in the construction of the Church, the crew of the school and the library, as it was during the war, when he became the father of spiritual children, who were daily deadly danger. He often served, not regretting the strength instructed those, some more, sisters who came to live in the abode. The abundance of the monastery fully understood and appreciated the priest, whom the Lord sent them. She wrote about him a sovereign: "He confesses me, shakes me in the church, provides me with great help and applies an example of his clean, simple life, such a modest and high on its limitless love for God and the Orthodox Church. Speaking with him only a few minutes, you see that it is a modest, clean and man of God, God's servant in our church. "

Despite the difficulties and novelty of the undertaken, the abode of the blessing of God, humility and works of prisons, the confessor, the monastery of Mitrofan's father and sisters developed successfully and expanded. In 1914, it was ninety-seven sisters, she had a hospital for twenty-two beds, an ambulance for the poor, shelter for eighteen girls-orphans, sunday school For girls and women who worked at the factory, in which seventy-five people were studied, a library in two thousand volumes, a dining room for poor women, burdensome family and workers at the workshop, a circle for children and adults "Children's Lepta", dealing with needlework for the poor.

In the field of Christian activity, the Grand Duchess of Elizabeth served to the martyrdom. Together with her (and before the closure of the monastery), Mitrofan's father worked. 1917 came - the February revolution, the renunciation of the sovereign, arrest Royal family, October coup.

Almost immediately after the revolution, a raid was made to the Martio Mariine Monastery of Armed People.

Soon the Great Princess was arrested. Shortly before arrest, she passed the community to the care of the father of Mitrofan and sister-treasure. The Grand Duchess was taken to the Urals, in Alapaevsk, where 5 (18) of July 1918 adopted a martyrdom.

December 25, 1919 His Holiness Patriarch Tikhon, who knew Mitrofan's father well, thanks to him for many works, he taught him the primacy blessing with the letter and the icon of the Savior: at that time decided for the father of Mitrofan and his wife Olga The question of monasticism. Many years live in a marriage, they brought up three niece orphans and wanted to have their children, but the Lord did not let them be wishes. Seeing this God's willcalling for them to a special Christian feat, they gave the vow of abstinence from the marital life. It was already after moving them to the Marfo Mariinsky Resident. For a long time, this feat was hidden for everyone, but when the revolution occurred and the time of universal destruction and persecution of the Orthodox Church came, they decided to take the monastic stop. Towing performed on the blessing of St. Patriarch Tikhon. Mitrofan's father was tonsured with the name of Sergius, and Olga - named Elizabeth. Soon after that, Patriarch Tikhon erected his father Sergius in San Archimandrite.

In 1922, the godless authorities made a seizure of church values \u200b\u200bfrom the temples. Many clergymen were arrested, some are shot. One of the accused was reading in the temples of the Patriarch Tikhon, regarding the withdrawal of church values. Sergius Father fully divided the thought of the Patriarch and believed that he should not give church vessels to avoid blasphemia. And although the seizure of the monasses occurred without any excesses from the temples, Sergius's father read in the temple of the Patriarch's message, for which March 23, 1923 was arrested. He languished in prison for five months without charges and then by order of the GPU of August 24, 1923 was sent for one year to Tobolsk.

From the link to Moscow, Sergiy's father returned on February 27, 1925 and the next day as a former reference appeared in the GPU to learn about the decision regarding his further fate. The investigator who led his work, said that the priest was allowed to perform church Services And speak for sermons for the services, but he should not take any administrative position in the parish, and he is forbidden to take part in any business or administrative parish activity.

Sergiy's father returned to the Marfo Mariinsky Resident. However, a short time he had to serve in the Marfo Mariinsky Resident. In 1925, the authorities decided to close it, and send the inhales. The part of the building was selected by the clinic. Some of her employees decided to take away the inheritant apartment from Father Sergius and for this they were brought to the OGPU, accusing the priest in the anti-Sistetian campaign among the sisters of the monastery, as if he was collecting them, said that the Soviet government pursues religion and clergy. Based on this denunciation on April 29, 1925, Sergiy's father was arrested and imprisoned in a Butyrsa prison.

On June 30, the case was considered and decided to free the priest. July 2, the College of OGPU ceased to the case, and Father Sergius was released.

During the time, the Father Sergius was imprisoned, the Marfo Mariinsky Abode was closed, and the sisters were arrested. Some of them were expelled relatively close to the Tver region, but most are subject to Kazakhstan and Central Asia.

Sergius's father and Mother Elizabeth went to the village of Vladychnyh Tver region and settled in a log, covered with a duch of one-story house, in which Mother's father once lived, Archpriest Vladimir Urasolovsky. Over time, Sergius's father did not serve, but often walked to pray to the Pokrovsky temple, in which he began to serve in 1927.

Immediately upon arrival, and even more after Sergius's father began to serve in Lady, many of his spiritual children began to visit him. Among the surrounding it was known as the prayer room and the person of the holy life. People began to contact him for help, and some of their faith and prayers of the righteous were healing. Despite the experienced bonds and difficult persecution, the father of Sergius continued to work out as a confessor and a preacher. He used the time released to him to leverage, support and enlighten the closest. Spiritual children brought him products and clothing, most of whom he distributed in need.

But in the village there were people who hated the church, wanted for the oblivion of their sins to forget about God, they treated her father hostile to his father for his open preaching activities. The life he spent, pumped their conscience, and, to destroy him, they turned to power.

On January 30 and 31, 1930, OGPU questioned these people. They showed: "According to their public, skillful approach to the people with a religious party deserves special attention. Acts exclusively with religious dope. Relies on the darkness, drives out demons from a person ... especially capable of sermons who speak two hours. In his speeches from the Ambon calls on the unity and support of the Church, religious purposes ...

The results of such sermons are available ... The Nest's village categorically refused to join the collective farm. In a word, I must say, the priest Srebryansky is a politically harmful element that should be urgently removed ... "

Based on these testimony, Sergiy's father was arrested in a few days, but "materials" was lacking for the creation of "case", and on February 14, investigators questioned the residents of the village of Ladychnyh, leaving in the testimony of only those witnesses that confirmed the accusation. But through the prism of distorted evidence it is clear that the Father Sergius was for the people with a genuine old man and a devotee, on the prayers of which the healings of many susso committed.

On March 10, the authorities interrogated Father Sergius. On April 7, 1930, the Troika, OGPU sentenced Father Sergius to five years of reference to the North Territory. The priest was then sixty years, and after several prison sentences, references, stages he was seriously sick myocarditis. This time was the hardest for reference. Collectivization passed. Peasant farms were ruined. Bread sold only on cards and in the most limited quantity. You could survive if sending parcels. But the parcels reached only at the time when the river was a shipping message that stopped for the winter period and for a while until the forest was fused.

Father Sergius settled in one of the villages on the Pinege River. A lot of exiled clergy lived here. The nuns of Elizabeth and Maria Petrovna Zamorina, who knew his father Sergius was arrived at him, who knew Sergius's father; Subsequently, she took a monk with the name of Militz. Explosive priests worked here on forestry and wood alloy. Father Sergius worked on an iceboard - conducted on an ice rut horse, dragging a log. This work is although it was easier to the pink and cutting in the forest, but demanded a big dexterity and sport. Sergius Father, Elizabeth's nun and Maria Petrovna lived in a house as a small monastic community. Father Sergius, thanks to his mobilic life, constant prayerful mood, spiritual advice and the ability to console those who suffer in the most severe circumstances, soon became known as a deep spiritual elder who many tried their troubles, whose prayer was believed. Northern Winter Nature made a big impression on the confessor. "Huge ate, wrapped with snow blankets and covered with dense fuck, stand like enchanted, - he recalled, - such a beauty - the eye will not break away, and the unusual silence ... the presence of the Lord Creator is felt, and I want to pray to him and thank him without end All gifts, for everything he sends us in life, pray without end ... "

Despite the illness and old age, the elder with the help of God performed the norm given by the bosses. When he had to cake stumps, he did it alone and in a short time. Sometimes he looked at the watch, wondering himself, for what time he would be able to reconcile the stump, over what happened, there were several people with exiles.

With the local authorities, Sergius had the most favorable relationships, everyone loved the holy elder and a tireless worker, which with humility perceived his fate of exile. He cut off and cleaned children, and then painted the locomotive layout with passenger and commodity wagons that children had never seen even once in their lives in terms of railways.

Two years later, the references of the authorities due to the old priest, his diseases and for successfully performed work decided to free it. In 1933, Sergiy's father returned to Moscow, where he stayed one day - I said goodbye to the closed and ruined by the insanity and left with the nun Elizabeth and Maria Petrovna to Ladychna. This time they settled in another house, which was bought by his spiritual children. It was a small hut with a Russian oven, a brick laying and a sprawer. Here passed last years Life of the elder. The Pokrovsky temple in Lady was closed, and Sergiy's father walked to pray to the Ilyinsky temple in the neighboring village. Subsequently, the authorities began to show displeasure about his appearance in the temple, and he was forced to pray at home. Last period Father Sergius's life became the time of senile bumps of spiritual children and who appeal to him by the suffering of Orthodox people, which was especially essential at a time when most temples were closed and many priests were arrested.

During Patriotic Warwhen the Germans captured Tver, there is a place in Lady military unit And the big fight was intended here. The officers offered to residents to go further from the advanced position, someone left, and the father of Sergius and the nuns of Elizabeth and Milica remained. Almost every day, German aircraft flew over the arrangement of the military unit, but never one bomb fell either on the temple or the village. This was noted by the military themselves who had a feeling that the village was under whose prayer protection. One day, Sergiy's father went to the other end of the village with the holy gifts to adjust seriously ill. You needed to go past the sentries. One of them stopped his father Sergius and, struck by the view of the earther's rooted gray, fearlessly sown through the village, involuntarily expressed the thought that owned the minds of many Military: "The old man, someone praying here."

Unexpectedly, part was removed from the position, as the battles unfolded on the other direction, near the village of Copnal. Locals, eyewitnesses of these events, are attributed to the wonderful deliverance from the deadly danger of the prayers of Father Sergius.

In the past, the years of the life of Archimandrite Sergius, since 1945, his confessor was Archpriest Quintilian Verkhinsky, who served in Tver and often came to the old man. Quintilian's father himself stayed in conclusion for several years and knew well what it was - to carry the burstures and bitterness of persecutions for many years. He recalled about the father of Sergia: "Whenever I talked with him, he listened to his heartfelt word, in front of me from the depths of the centuries, the image of a deserted-chief of a desert ... He was all embraced by a divine desire ... It was felt in everything, especially - When he spoke. He spoke about prayer, about sober - lovers of his topics. He spoke simply, edentively and convincingly. When he approached the essence of the topic, when his thought as it turned to the limit heights of the Christian spirit, he came to some enthusiastic and contemporary state, and, apparently, under the influence of his unrest against his excitement, he was influenced in the form of deep spiritual lyrical outpouring.

A configured spring morning came, "the father of Quintilian recalled. - In the East, the dawn lights up, which foreshadow the sunrise of the spring sun. It was still dark, but near the hut, where the elder lived, people crowded; Despite the spring disabilitol, they gathered here to give the last debt to the honorary older. When I entered the most room, it was clogged by the people who spent the whole night at the senior coffin. He began singing. It was a solid sob. We cried not only women, but also men ...

With great difficulty carried the coffin through the small narrow senses into the street. The coffin wanted to put on the woodnings, it was impossible to carry it in the cemetery, for the road in the cemetery was represented by the bust dirt, the places were covered with solid water. Nevertheless, people unexpectedly stand out from the crowd, they raise the coffin on the shoulders ... hundreds of hands stretched in order to touch the edge of the coffin, and the sad procession with the inappropriate singing "Holy God" moved to the place of last rest. When they came to the cemetery, the coffin was put on the ground, the crowd knocked to the coffin. Hurry up to say goodbye. Thoroughly kissed the arms of the old man, while some silenced, many were removed white scarves out of his pocket, towels, small icons, put to the body of the deceased and removed the pocket again.

When the coffin was lowered to the bottom of the grave, we sang the "light quiet". The sandy ground of the Earth, the tagged edges of the grave threatened the collapse. Despite the warning, the crowd rushed to the grave, and the handful of the sand fell on the coffin. Soon the deaf blows of the cluttered land about the coff cover were heard.

We continued to sing, but we are not alone. "Citizens," a voice was heard, "see!" See! " It shouted a man with a raised hand up. Indeed, our eyes introduced a comfortable picture. Lowering from heavenly lazuries is extremely low, the circles of larks did over the grave itself and sang his ringing song; Yes, we sang not alone, we were as if I fought the creation of God, the praise of God, wondering on our chosentes.

Soon at the place of the grave of the elder, the supermoching holloch rose. Large white cross with a restless lamp and inscription: "The body of Sacredarchimandrite Sergiy is resting here - Mitrofan's Archpriest. He died in 1948 on March 23. The feat of the kind of good faces, the course of life Soking". "

Last time, the father spoke to his spiritual children: "Don't cry about me when I die. You will come to my grave and say what you need, and I, if you have a boldness of the Lord, I will help you. "

Damaskin (Orlovsky), Hieromona. Martyrs, confessors and devotees of piety of the Russian Orthodox Church of the XX century. Book 3. Tver: Bulat, 1999. P. 59-102.

Rev. Sergius Restance (in the world Mitrofan Vasilyevich Srebryansky) was born on August 1, 1870 in the village of Three-Wisty Voronezh County of Voronezh province in the priest's family. A year after the birth of the son of Father, Vasily was transferred to the village of Makariya three kilometers from three soulful. Like most children of the priests, Mitrofan Vasilyevich graduated from the spiritual seminary, but did not immediately be a priest.

Part of the educated society of that time was configured against the Orthodox Church, and the one who burned the desire to serve to his people and for whom they were not indifferent to the interests of moral, went into public movements, most often socialist.

Under the influence of the people's ideas, Mitrofan Vasilyevich entered the Warsaw Veterinary Institute. Here, among those indifferent to the faith of students, in Catholic Poland, he became diligently visited by the Orthodox Church. In Warsaw, he became acquainted with his future wife, Olga Vladimirovna Affituovskaya, a daughter of a priest who served in the Pokrovsky temple in the village of Ladychnaya Tver Diocese; She graduated from the course of the Tver Gymnasium, was going to work as a teacher and came to Warsaw to visit relatives. January 29, 1893, they married.

On January 15, 1896, Mitrofan's father was moved to a vacancy of the Second Priest to the Dvina Military Cathedral and on September 1 of the same year joined the post of the Dvinsky Primary School. On September 1, 1897, Mitrofan's father was moved to the city of Eagle and appointed by the abbot of the Pokrovsky church of the 51st Dragun Chernihiv regiment, whose chief was her imperial highness of the Grand Princess Elizaveta Fedorovna.

Since that time, a relatively long period of life of Mitrofan's father began in Orel.

In the summer of 1903, a solemn glorification of St. Seraphim took place in Sarov. At these celebrations was Mitrofan's father. Here he was represented by the Great Princess Elizabeth Fedorovna and made it on her the most favorable impression of his sincere faith, humility, simplicity and lack of any soreness.

In 1904, the Russian-Japanese war began. On June 11, the 51st Dragun Chernigov Regiment made a campaign to the Far East. Father Mitrofan went with the regiment. The priest had no shadow of doubt, nor thoughts would deviate from the performance of their debt. For seven years of serving a regimental priest in Orel, he was so burned with his military flock that she became for him as one big family with which he shared all the hiking life. Everywhere, where the opportunity was presented, he with his assistants put a hiking church and served.

During the service in the current army, Mitrofan's father led a detailed diary, which was published in the journal "Military clergy," and then came out with a separate book. The diary gives a complete picture of him as a humble shepherd, faithful to his priestly debt. Here, in the conditions of hiking difficulties, heavy fights, where soldiers and officers risked life, he saw how much the Russian man loves his homeland, with which humility gives his life for her, I saw how destructively in consequences and dismissively reality describe the metropolitan newspapers What is happening at the front, as if it writes not the Russian press, but the enemy, Japanese. Here he saw how deeply the Russian people were divided into faith, when Orthodox and unbelievers began to live, like two different people.

Despite the difficulties and novelty of the undertaken, the abode of the blessing of God, humility and works of prisons, the confessor, the monastery of Mitrofan's father and sisters developed successfully and expanded. In 1914, it was ninety-seven sisters in it, she had a hospital for twenty-two beds, an ambulatory for the poor, shelter for eighteen orphan girls, a Sunday school for girls and women who worked in a factory in which seventy five people were studied, a library in two Thousands of volumes, dining room for poor women, burdened with family and workers at the workshop, a circle for children and adults "Children's Lepta", dealing with needlework for the poor.

In the field of Christian activities he served until the martyrdom. Together with her (and before the closure of the monastery), Mitrofan's father worked. 1917 came - the February Revolution, the renunciation of the sovereign, the arrest of the royal family, the Oktyabrsky coup.

Almost immediately after the revolution, a raid was made to the Martio Mariine Monastery of Armed People.

December 25, 1919 His Holiness Patriarch Tikhon, who knew Mitrofan's father well, thanks to him for many works, he taught him the primacy blessing with the letter and the icon of the Savior: at that time decided for the father of Mitrofan and his wife Olga The question of monasticism. Many years live in a marriage, they brought up three niece orphans and wanted to have their children, but the Lord did not let them be wishes. Seeing in this God's will calling for them to a special Christian feat, they gave the vow of abstinence from the marital life. It was already after moving them to the Marfo Mariinsky Resident. For a long time, this feat was hidden for everyone, but when the revolution occurred and the time of universal destruction and persecution of the Orthodox Church came, they decided to take the monastic stop. Towing performed on the blessing of St. Patriarch Tikhon. Mitrofan's father was tonsured with the name of Sergius, and Olga - named Elizabeth. Soon after that, Patriarch Tikhon erected his father Sergius in San Archimandrite.

From the link to Moscow, Father Sergius returned on February 27, 1925 and the next day as a former reference appeared in the GPU to learn about the decision regarding his further fate. The investigator who led his work, said that the priest was allowed to perform church services and speak for the services of sermons, but he should not take any administrative position in the parish, and he is forbidden to take part in any business or administrative parish activity.

Sergiy's father returned to the Marfo Mariinsky Resident. However, a short time he had to serve in the Marfo Mariinsky Resident. In 1925, the authorities decided to close it, and send the inhales. Part of the building was selected on the clinic. Some of her employees decided to take away the inheritant apartment from Father Sergius and for this they were brought to the OGPU, accusing the priest in the anti-Sistetian campaign among the sisters of the monastery, as if he was collecting them, said that the Soviet government pursues religion and clergy. Based on this denunciation on April 29, 1925, Sergiy's father was arrested and imprisoned in a Butyrsa prison.

On June 30, the case was considered and decided to free the priest. July 2, the College of OGPU ceased to the case, and Father Sergius was released.

Father Sergius settled in one of the villages on the Pinege River. A lot of exiled clergy lived here. The nuns of Elizabeth and Maria Petrovna Zamorina, who knew his father Sergius was arrived at him, who knew Sergius's father; Subsequently, she took a monk with the name of Militz. Explosive priests worked here on forestry and wood alloy. Father Sergius worked on an iceboard - conducted on an ice rut horse, dragging a log. This work is although it was easier to the pink and cutting in the forest, but demanded a big dexterity and sport. Sergius Father, Elizabeth's nun and Maria Petrovna lived in a house as a small monastic community. Father Sergius, thanks to his mobilic life, constant prayerful mood, spiritual advice and the ability to console those who suffer in the most severe circumstances, soon became known as a deep spiritual elder who many tried their troubles, whose prayer was believed. North winter Nature made a big impression on the confessor. "Huge ate, wrapped with snow blankets and covered with dense fuck, stand like enchanted, - he recalled, - such a beauty - the eye will not break away, and the unusual silence ... the presence of the Lord Creator is felt, and I want to pray to him and thank him without end All gifts, for everything he sends us in life, pray without end ... "

Two years later, the references of the authorities due to the old priest, his diseases and for successfully performed work decided to free it. In 1933, Sergiy's father returned to Moscow, where he stayed one day - I said goodbye to the closed and ruined by the insanity and left with the nun Elizabeth and Maria Petrovna to Ladychna. This time they settled in another house, which was bought by his spiritual children. It was a small hut with a Russian oven, a brick laying and a sprawer. Here were the last years of the elder's life. The Pokrovsky temple in Lady was closed, and Sergiy's father walked to pray to the Ilyinsky temple in the neighboring village. Subsequently, the authorities began to show displeasure about his appearance in the temple, and he was forced to pray at home. The last period of life of Father Sergius became the time of senile bumps of spiritual children and those who appeal to him by the suffering of Orthodox people, which was especially essential at the time when most temples were closed and many priests were arrested.

During the Patriotic War, when the Germans captured Tver, the military unit was located in Lady, and a big battle was intended here. The officers offered to residents to go further from the advanced position, someone left, and the father of Sergius and the nuns of Elizabeth and Milica remained. Almost every day, German aircraft flew over the arrangement of the military unit, but never one bomb fell either on the temple or the village. This was noted by the military themselves who had a feeling that the village was under whose prayer protection. One day, Sergiy's father went to the other end of the village with the holy gifts to adjust seriously ill. You needed to go past the sentries. One of them stopped his father Sergius and, struck by the view of the earther's rooted gray, fearlessly sown through the village, involuntarily expressed the thought that owned the minds of many Military: "The old man, someone praying here."

Last time, the father spoke to his spiritual children: "Don't cry about me when I die. You will come to my grave and say what you need, and I, if you have a boldness of the Lord, I will help you. "

Life of Rev. Sergius (Srebryansky),

archimandrite Tverskaya, Confessor († 1948)

Rev. Sergius, Archimandrite Tverskaya (in the world Mitrofan Vasilyevich Srebryansky) was born on August 1, 1870 in the village of three Smelly Voronezh County of Voronezh province in the priest's family. Like most of the children of the priests, Mitrofan Vasilyevich graduated from the spiritual seminary, but did not immediately be a priest, and entered the Warsaw Veterinary Institute. In Warsaw, he met his future wife, Olga Vladimirovna's Affituovskaya, a daughter of a priest who served in the Pokrovsky temple of the village of Vladyna Tver province. January 29, 1893, they married. In Warsaw, Mitrofan Vasilyevich again began to reflect on the correctness of choosing his way. In the soul there was a flame desire to serve people, but whether it is enough to restrict ourselves to the external ministry, to become a specialist and help the people, peasants, just in the management of the economy. The soul of a young man felt the incompleteness of this kind of ministry, and he decided to join the field of ministry of the priest.

On March 2, 1893, Bishop of Voronezh Anastasiy ordered Mitrofan Vasilyevich in San Diacon. On March 20, 1894, the Bishop of Ostrogogsky Vladimir (Sokolovsky) had a hand-made in San Presviter, with the appointment of a regimental priest of the 47th Dragun Tatar Regiment.

On January 15, 1896, Mitrofan's father was appointed to the Dvinsky Military Constant Cathedral, and on September 1, he joined the post of the Dvinsky Primary School. In September of the next year, the priest was moved to the city of Eagle and appointed by the abbot of the Pokrovsky church of the 51st Dragun Chernihiv regiment, whose chief was the great princess of Elizabeth Feodorovna.

In Orel, Father Mitrofan all gave himself to serving God and spiritual assistance to the flock. He was a comforter for many and an excellent preacher. The flock reached for a sincere and zealous shepherd. Created strong arrivalAnd this allowed him to take on a difficult matter of building the temple, which he successfully implemented. He created a library and school in the arrival. All funds received from the benefactors Father Mitrofan sacrificed on the temple, school and library. In 1900, he was awarded the Goldenfold Cross.

In the summer of 1903, a solemn glorification of St. Seraphim took place in Sarov. At these celebrations there were a future devotee. Here he was represented by the Great Princess Elisabeth Feodorovna and made it on her the most favorable impression of his sincere faith, humility, simplicity and lack of any sulfur. In 1904, the Russian-Japanese war began. On June 11, the 51st Dragun Chernigov Regiment made a campaign to the Far East. Father Mitrofan went with the regiment. The priest had no shadow of doubt, nor thoughts would deviate from the performance of their debt. Everywhere, where the opportunity was presented, he with his assistants put a hiking church and served. Together with the regiment, he participated in battles, on the battlefield under the fire of the enemy committed worship, rushed out of the wounded and buried the dead. During serving in the current army, Mitrofan's father led a detailed diary, which after the war came out with a separate book. The diary gives a complete picture of him as a humble shepherd, faithful to his priestly debt.

On March 15, 1905, Mitrofan's father as an experienced shepherd and the confessor was appointed the most admission of the 61st Infantry Division and in this position he served until the end of the war. On June 2, 1906, he came back to the eagle with the regiment. For outstanding pastoral services, manifested during the war, Mitrofan's father was erected on October 12, 1906 in San Archpriest and was awarded in a ribbon in St. George Ribe.

In 1908, the Great Princess, the Prescripts of Elizabeth, worked hard on the project on the creation of a Marfo-Mariinsky monastery. Offers on the arrangement of the monastery were filed from several persons. Submitted his project and father Mitrofan; His project was so appreciated by the great princess that it was His pretty on the basis of the insanity. For his implementation, she invited Mitrofan's father to the place of the confessor and the abbot of the temple into the monastery.

Mitrofan's father filed the transfer to the monastery and on September 17, 1908 was appointed abbot of the Pokrovskaya and Marfo-Mariinsky churches at the Big Ordinkee by the defender of the monastery.

Recovership of Elizaveta in the move of the father of Mitrofan in the only still the arranged abode saw a sign of a special favor of God.

Mitrofan's father, settling in the monastery, immediately began to work for the work of a full-fledged spiritual life in the community entrusted to his care, giving him all the soul. He often served, without regretting the strength, instructing those still few sisters who came to live in the abode.

Despite the difficulties and novelty of the undertaken, the abode of the blessing of God, humility and works of prisons, the confessor, the monastery of Mitrofan's father and sisters developed successfully and expanded. In 1914, it was ninety-seven sisters in it, she had a hospital for twenty-two beds, shelter for girls orphans, a Sunday school, in which seventy-five people were studied, a library, a dining room for poor women, burdened with family and workers at the workshop.

On October 2, 1916, Mitrofan's father was awarded Metroy "For the excellent-diligent ministry of the Holy Church, works on the circumstances of wartime and useful activities in the Marfo-Mariinsky monastery"

Almost immediately after the revolution of 1917, a raid of armed men was performed on the Marto-Mariinsky monastery, which God's grace ended safely disadvantaged from the sisters of the monastery. However, soon the Great Princess was arrested. Shortly before arrest, she passed the community to the care of the father of Mitrofan and sister-treasure. The Grand Duchess was taken to the Urals, in Alapaevsk, where 5 (18) of July 1918 adopted a martyrdom. For many years to live in marriage, Mitrofan's father and his wife brought up three orphans and wished to have their children, but the Lord did not let them be wishes. Seeing in this God's will calling for them to a special Christian feat, they gave the vow of abstinence from the marital life. It was already after moving them to the Marfo Mariinsky Resident. For a long time, this feat was hidden for everyone, but when the revolution occurred and the time of universal destruction and persecution of the Orthodox Church came, they decided to take the monastic stop. The victory was performed on the blessing of St. Tikhon Patriarch of All-Russian, who knew Mitrofan's father well, in 1920. Mitrofan's father was tonsured with the name of Sergius, and Olga Vladimirovna - with the name Elizabeth. Soon after that, Patriarch Tikhon erected his father Sergius in San Archimandrite.

In 1922, the godless authorities made a seizure of church values \u200b\u200bfrom the temples. Many clergymen were arrested, some are shot. Although the insidiousness of values \u200b\u200bhappened from the temples without any excesses, and yet Archimandrite Sergius read in the temple of the Patriarch's message about the withdrawal of church values \u200b\u200bfrom the temples, for which March 23, 1923 was arrested. He languished in prison for five months without charge and then on August 24, 1923 was sent for one year to Tobolsk.

From the link to Moscow, Archimandrite Sergiy returned on February 27, 1925, although he was allowed to commit worship and pronounce sermons, while it was categorically forbidden to occupy anywhere, an administrative position in the parish. Sergiy's father returned to the Marfo Mariinsky Resident, but the Archimandrite was not long served in the monastery.

In 1925, the authorities decided to close the Marfo-Mariinsky abode of the sisters of mercy, and to send the inhales. The part of the building was selected under the clinic. According to the falconian donos, the Polyclinic Workers on April 29, 1925, Archimandrite Sergius was arrested and enclosed in a Butyrsa prison. July 2 at the request of Mother Elizabeth and their friends Archimandrite Sergius was released.

Sergius's father and Mother Elizabeth left in the village of Vladyaya Tver region and settled in the house in which Mother's father once lived, Archpriest Vladimir Urasolovsky. The first time Archimandrite Sergius did not serve, but often walked to pray to the Pokrovsky temple in which he began to serve since 1927.

Immediately upon arrival, and even more after Archimandrite Sergiy began to serve in Lady, many of his spiritual children began to visit him. Among the surrounding it was known as the prayer room and the person of the holy life. People began to contact him for help, and some of their faith and prayers of the righteous were healing. Despite the experienced bonds and difficult persecution of persecution, Archimandrite Sergius continued to work as a confessor and preacher. He used the time released to him to leverage, support and enlighten the closest.

According to the denial of the Neffatvenists from among the village of Sellian Archimandrite Sergius soon was arrested again. On April 7, 1930, the Troika OGPU sentenced Archimandrite Sergius to five years of reference to the North Territory. The priest was then sixty years, and after several prison sentences, references, the stages he was seriously ill.

Archimandrite Sergius was settled in one of the villages on the Pinege River in the Arkhangelsk region. A lot of exiled clergy lived here. The nun Elizaweth arrived here. Sergius's father, Elizabeth's nun and Maria Petrovna Zamorin, one of his spiritual children, lived in a house, like a small monastery community. Father Sergius, thanks to his own mobility life, soon became known as a deeply spiritual elder who many tried their troubles, whose prayer was believed.

Two years later, the references of the authorities due to the old priest, his diseases and for successfully performed work decided to free it. In 1933, Archimandrite Sergiy returned to Moscow, where he stayed one day - I said goodbye to the closed and ruined by the insidency and left the village of Elizabeth to the village of Lordfully, in which he lived a deeply mobility life until his death, diligently bother her spiritual chad.

During the Great Patriotic War, when the Germans captured Tver, the Soviet military unit was located in Lady, and a big battle was intended here. The officers offered to residents to go further from the advanced positions, someone left, and Archimandrite Sergius and Nuns of Elizabeth and Militz (so called the Zamorin's Mary Maria Petrovna), remained. Almost every day, German aircraft flew over the arrangement of the military unit, but never one bomb fell either on the temple or the village. It was noted by the military themselves. It was one of them to be removed from the position, since the battles unfolded on the other direction, near the village of Copper. Locals, eyewitnesses of these events are attributed to the wonderful deliverance from the deadly danger of the prayer concept of the St. Confessor Sergius.

For the confessional feat, righteous life and deep humility of the Lord endowed Archimandrite Sergius gifts of insight and healing. The incessant rim went to St. Sergius people for the spiritual council, prayer and healing. Almost everyone received great consolation on the prayers of the elder.

On March 23 (April 5), 1948, the Blessed devotee of Sergius peacefully moved to the Lord. After the death of Archimandrite, Sergius reading him as a devotee and a prayer room not only did not decrease, but over time there was even more. Many believers came to the grave of Archimandrite Sergius to pray, and receive spiritual consolation and intercession.

Having glorified the Lord of his aspects of the St. Sergius of the Confession with the Great Song of Novomarics and Russian confessors in August 2000 at the Jubilee Bishop Cathedral of the Russian Orthodox Church. In the same year, on the blessing of the His Holiness Patriarch of Moscow and All Russia, Alexy II November 28 (December 11) were solemnly acquired nonetable remains of St. Sergius confessor. By decree of the Archbishop of Tver and Kashinsky Victor (Oleinik), the resurrect Cathedral of the city of Tver became the place of permanent stay of cancer with honest relics. A few months later in the village of Vladyna, at the site of the burial, the monastery was opened by the monastery of the Moscow Marfo-Mariinsky Monastery of Mercy, the defender of which was Rev. Sergius. In 2001, a wooden temple in the name of St. Sergius of the confessor was built and consecrated in the skete.

The care of Metropolitan of Voronezh and Borisoglebsky Sergius (Fomin), with the blessings of the Archbishop of Tver and Kashinsky Victor, on September 16, 2006, the city of Voronezh was brought with a particle of the relevant St. Sergius of the Confessor of the permanent destination, which, for the blessing of the ruling bishop of the Voronezh Diocese, became the Assumption Seminar temple.

Memory reverend archimandrita Sergius of the confessor and the wonderworker is celebrated twice a year: March 23 (Art. Art.) - the day of the blissful death of the devotee; November 28 - the day of the acquisition of his honest relics.

Compiler Konstantin Reva

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Tropar, voice 8:

The good of the soldiers of the Russian Shepherd, / Pienem and Faiths Strong Adamantha, / Rev. Elizabeth Besamed Commitment, / Wise Migrating Sisters Residents of Mercy, / Children's Uzi Pottered for Christ / and Grandmarkets of the Holy Spirit Aid, / Confessional and Equaliage of the Mobybean Sergie, / Moli Christ, Juddy served to serve as well // Huming the saving to us.

In Tropar, Glas 1:

Cleaning Cleaning Cleaniness Bliss, / Bogomud Sergie's Father, / Bog-Friendly Good Darling Enjoying, / The Divine Communal Committee of the Wholesheets was Espel, / Essently Christ in the Middle Esrela, / Thank Party appeared. / Glory, for Camera confession who approved the Ta. / Glory Your works. // Glory, the kindness of pastoralism to you.

In Tropar, Glas 2:

Mercy of the tireless preacher, / and the prettive of us prayer, / Mentor of the Bogomdrogo, and the confessor of Pereldikago, / Miracle Pretagago, and a guy before the god of Prichdagnago, / Reovenago and God-Znagnago Father of our Sergius, / Senselessly Treglasno, Molim: / We succeed in the Lord's Governorality / / Leaving sins and Grace mercy.

Kondak, voice 3:

The Divine Spirit The temple was predicted to appear, / evangelical virtues The singer is tireless. / God, the Church and the Fatherland diligently served as, / and our love for God and the near Word and their lives taught them. / Confessed by ESI, the Word's Word was permanently in the flesh, / harsh deprivation and bonds. / Of this, for the sake of the God of God, the glory of taking appointments, / signs of grace abundantly. / Sergiya Protee Moli's Father / And the sinful chance of yours // In the sky, the nonradia treasure of perception.

Akathist Rev. Sergia Srebryansky

Kondak 1.

Familiges of God's intense for the cross of the pastorskago of the ministry, the prayer room of the fairing and comforter Teplohener, righteous Mare and Mary of the Useldnago, the Radonezh Wonderworker of the Socyamenik and the Confessor, the pretended Father of our Sergius almost, Yako, have a dying to the Lord from all of us troubles, in the way of repentance Songs are unlikely blatants:

Angelic burning of an awesome, reverend, from youth to the neighbor, and unworthy of themselves in the Great Middle of the shepherdness of the gratobnago in vain, Obacheu, having a heat of the intercession, St. Mitrofan Voronezhkago, Yaku in the vision of sleeping you blessed, gained the grace to commend the throne of the Lord. We, such an industrialism of God about you Viyaschev, Sita RCC:

Rejoice, from the vessel of the elected saint spirit of the spirit provided for;

Rejoice, from infant to the service of the king of glory called.

Rejoice, the goal is famous;

Rejoice, son of consolation and child obedience.

Rejoice, Yako Izmlade will be worn to worry about ESI;

Rejoice, Yako in an alien country in Orthodoxy strengthened Esi.

Rejoice, about the rest of my careless;

Rejoice, all in the ruhouse of God has been betrayed.

Rejoice, the inspection of your patron of your aspirator;

Rejoice, Yako in the saints of his relevant the grace of a priesthood.

Rejoice, the servant of the Holy Saints fairing;

rejoice, the queens of the Heavenly admirer of the confession.

Rejoice, Rev. Surgie, a good and diligent prayer.

Seeing the grace of the priesthood dressed, glorified the Creator all sorts in the Acts of His, not the talent in the earth, the name of the god is a talent, the Eagle name is Luba, but this is the introduction of his effort. Dormant and death are not indisputable to pour out the currents of merciful wonders of your wonders and quickly auxiliary with blatants:

Allilia.

The mind missed intelligence of it is looking for, worthy, I swept for more than the permission to get, how terribly there is a mysterious youthful, sir and your scary, Lord, crucifixion. Sita is amicable, I will be as follows:

Rejoice, Jaco with fear and trepidation, the holy meal was to have to be held;

Rejoice, Yako, with the care of Him to the holy secrets, seized Esi.

Rejoice, angels interviewed and reverend joy;

Rejoice, purity of spiritual and bodily keeper.

Rejoice, honest ways of pastor krkotka;

Rejoice, my soul is believed for the verbal sheep.

Rejoice, Yako in prayer for the flock of our non-community;

Rejoice, and unwell, strengthening.

Rejoice, full of adulthies;

Rejoice, Moscow and the vertical land is a prayer prayer.

Rejoice, Yako sacred and defiantly provided Esi;

Rejoice, Jaco Chad his own thoughca instructed Esi.

Rejoice, Rev. Surgie, a good and diligent prayer.

The fishing of God in the city of Orle is a noticeable, the idea of \u200b\u200bthe flock of his prayers, the eagle of the chicks covered his crums, it will be taken out of the clearance of his cross of Christ contemplating, sorrowful and sad people, and the light will enlighten the light of your dealers, the fact:

Hallelujah.

Having any Nelicomeric, who betrayed himself the creator of the highest and lower Redeemer and was an assistant to suffer into alert, the comforter of mournful, the guide to the sea of \u200b\u200beveryday care, the sharpeners of the truth, infant in the virtue mentor, crying such:

Rejoice, the sower of the word Christ is diligent;

Rejoice, prayer about passenger diligent.

Rejoice, Yako, the temple of the feat raised Esi;

Rejoice, Yako repository of the writings of the mogood collected ESI.

Rejoice, by instruction in the law of the Lord, the randoms are projected;

Rejoice, without care, all the earthly comprehension is despite.

Rejoice, spiritual gathering fruit;

Rejoice, Luba, joy, peace, long-suffering.

Rejoice, Yako Warrior The Lord was ESI;

Rejoice, I will have my own flesh with passions and lust crucified.

Rejoice, abstinence is evident;

Rejoice, in doss walking and wearing our burden.

Rejoice, Rev. Surgie, a good and diligent prayer.

The turbulent aspiration of this world left the ESI, the press of the Preslav, and the editor of the invulsity of the honest of Sarovskago the Wonderworker, Blessed Geraphim. Toyo borders honest, Vinagnius, Vinja, Elisaven and Krkotka Mitrofan Shepherd, bless me for the comfort and the fact of the attainment. We, rejoicing at this, singing out:

Hallelujah.

I hear the words of God and holding I am in my heart, Jaco the shepherd is kind and herd one is one of the essence, they swept the mother-in-law from the warriors against the godless Agaryan, we are your lubricant, singing Sita:

Rejoice, the flock of your brane is not left;

Having rejoice, with her all the warrior of warliness is dividing.

Rejoice, the hlad and heat is humbly prtext;

Rejoice, Yako from the holyness of the warriors consorally.

Having rejoice, I will not be afraid of the hour of mortality called for an hour;

Rejoice, Yako those in heavenly villages worthy of themselves.

Rejoice, Yako about the warriors of your care has had a princess of merciful;

Rejoice, about this righteous prayer incessant.

Rejoice, the concept of your neighbors;

Rejoice, dying in Gresh corrected.

Rejoice, the souls desired with God reconciliation;

Rejoice by a sinner at the Bose joy.

Rejoice, Rev. Surgie, a good and diligent prayer.

In vain, Blessed Father, Yako, the power of God in the glimpse of the princess of Elisaveta's widow. The enemy has forgiven. There is also ABIE to remove the world of this, one who wore his kindness to loved God and the neighbor, headed the ESI in your heart:

Hallelujah.

Viying the Great Mother Elizaveta, how wonderful life is yours and kindly, I flew to eat in the glavion of the canon the abode of your literacy of yours. Then I recovered from the limit of Orlovskiy, writing Sita:

Having rejoice, Ikoko is the coherence of the inhabitant of the Holy Spirit of the Spirit;

Rejoice, Yako incessant prayer and soberness of the science.

Rejoice, the lifestyle of the everlaf will be verbal;

Rejoice, the gospel light is laid out of your favorite people.

Rejoice, Yako, the image of God in every man honored the Esi;

Rejoice, Jaco's likeness of God's more than your father exhort.

Rejoice, with the fear of God in the house of the Lord's entry;

Rejoice, about my careless.

Rejoice, envelope and conquer to you resorts;

Rejoice, the service of the apostolic is eliminating.

Rejoice, Yako about the free passions of the Lord, forgot the other;

Rejoice, the Queen of Heaven, Ince the abode of the monastery, I chewed.

Rejoice, Rev. Surgie, a good and diligent prayer

The god preacher is in vain, the Orlovskaya Four of Your Machine, Velim sobbing and groan to be unlaisted: Do not leave us siery, the beloved, exclamations and scribercilers:

Hallelujah.

The possession of the light of your life, hails and weights of the Power Russian is illicit. Taco will be performed by the word of Evangelskaya, Yako does not fit the lamp under private standing, but on the candidate all the glows. To you, for the great ministry in the abode of the saint designed, sing Sita:

Rejoice, Dolkrats from the Lord, the landing of the land of the land;

Rejoice, from the icon, the preching goalkeeper healed.

Rejoice, the blessing for the new ministry from the brave elders is scared;

Rejoice, fully yourself of God conquering.

Rejoice, all the strength to the holy obedience is positive;

Rejoice, obedience to humble Great Prince Unlimited.

Rejoice, the purity of the mind is a hard keeper;

Rejoice, the gifts of the Holy Spirit dutiful chasso.

Rejoice, cadyl dishonest;

Rejoice, Vessel grace chosen.

Rejoice, Krina Paradise, in the Russian land of the land;

Rejoice, the tree blessing, virtues decorated.

Rejoice, Rev. Surgie, a good and diligent prayer.

Although the Khramin of the Spirit of the Holy Holy Hammer will create, Earth, Father Blessed, in the abode of the sisters of Lazarev, with all the heart to God and the near serve, jointly coincided by both: the blessing of the UBO, Yako Maria; In prayer, and gracious, Yako Martha, in Acts, the same showed the way the path of virtue, dreaming of verb:

Hallelujah.

Divnago servant of saints Matern and Marya's form Blessed Elizaveta, died with a heart and referred to the Spirit, Yako did not leave there is the merciful Lord Yu one, there is a siesta:

Rejoice, the verb of the Lord of the Hurrying, the consolation;

Rejoice, the gospel of the words executive.

Rejoice, the knowledge of the Divine Truths of the Master to the teacher;

Rejoice, the purity of the Orthodox faith is a bastard.

Rejoice, in the councils of Nikolijes did not leave our flock;

Having rejoice, the souls of their own from passions and fears of destructive cleansing.

Having rejoice, the rivis, I will not have the power of Christ anything to bed;

Rejoice, Yako sisters monastery in all-ended rape strengthened ESI.

Rejoice, Yako those to know our disigner instructed them;

Having rejoice, I can say that "without me, you can't create nose," they loved the ESI.

Rejoice, inkinum spiritual mentor;

Rejoice, and now monasticing to the rescue guide.

Rejoice, Rev. Surgie, a good and diligent prayer.

It is strange to the miracle and mentioned the Lord in the days of Earth's lives of your life, including Javi Trookokovice in a sleepy vision, and there is a long-suffering princess Elisvet, in the paradise drawn, the worship of the heavenly fiance of creatures, in the rhymes of the superfold robes and the crowns are imperiously crowned, angry:

Hallelujah.

All be in the lower and empty Nikazniki retreating a narrow word. Ole Strashchnago sacrament, Ole, the landscaping of God, for the Lord who is prevailed, of that and the previsor, the darkness of the heavenly glory is in vain, call:

Rejoice, on the cross of confessionism from her youth, the pre-labored;

Rejoice, many works and sorrow of the village of the village reached.

Rejoice, in the Mountain Monastery Martha and Maria staying;

Rejoice, Tamo is configured for men.

Rejoice, in white clothes of mercy and multipletens, the word;

Rejoice, about the upcoming sufferings for the truth of the Lord notified.

Rejoice, with Rev. Sergius and the Holy Elisayteau throne of Vysnyago, the upcoming;

Rejoice, face to face the king of the reigning.

Rejoice in the cathedral of new martyrs and confessors, the famous;

rejoice, about the earthly glory is negligent, glory as Sonyan.

Rejoice, you bo wisdom of the century of this contemporary;

Rejoice, you Bo Higher wisdom and the truth of Christ loved the ESI.

Rejoice, Rev. Surgie, a good and diligent prayer.

All the nature of the angelic wonder your vigorous life is yours, holy, for in the flesh, Yako, the Falden appeared to be a sinful passion, the chastity and humility of the goat Lukavago Miriorzhtsa defeating and that concealment in any reversing, we are what your disrupted works, sing:

Hallelujah.

VTIAIA Multiple, Yako Fishes, Shalylagless, see about you, Father Sergie, Boy Globolati, how to disorish Christ who dare wanting the abode of mercy to ruin, learning to the Shepherd of Dovocho and Father Chadovolubivago, having an eagle of wondrous stagnation, an ardent of the Great. We, a miracle, such a wizard, faithfully crying:

Rejoice, gentlemen, the time for the sufferings to repentance of Davsago;

Rejoice, Yako from the captive princess, the care of the sisters was happy.

Rejoice, Into the comfort of spiritual grief filed an ESI;

Rejoice, Yako is the feat of the night, the first secretly approached Esi.

Rejoice, Saint Tikhon on the path of monastic blessed;

Rejoice, Yako in Angelic Chin with joy and trepidation Especially enjoyed.

Rejoice, Jaco, from that hour to the mortgage, the vows of monastery retained the Esi;

Rejoice, in all sorts, I was promised, I was faithful.

Rejoice, in the flesh, the lively spiritually, on the earth of Heaven;

Rejoice, the beads of Dragago Christ is expected.

Rejoice, Yako sadness Russian name received Esi;

Having rejoice, Jaco his prayer for the fatherland was marched.

Rejoice, Rev. Surgie, a good and diligent prayer.

Save, though from the crimson, the shrine, preaching the word shepherd-head of Christ of St. Tikhon: Does not take advantage of the Bowl of the Lord for a break. The sophisticated person confesser, having taken to the victim of the Snooker

Hallelujah.

The wall was Esi, the Father, by all resorting to you with faith, the consolation was served by all mournful and embittered, in the days of godless persecutions of true shepherds devoid. Toky and us, to you coming and malenessing your intercession of the Lord of the Cheeknago asking, Budy Help and took a strong, screaking such:

Rejoice, the rules of the seventh universal councils the keeper;

Rejoice, pillars unshakable Orthodoxy.

Rejoice, the image of a great patience;

Rejoice, voyage of enemy doubts.

Rejoice, you boat the dwellery joyfully pretended to

Rejoice, thank God for all I will exclaim the ESI.

Rejoice, under the cover of the Blend of the Lady, your life has committed this;

Having rejoice, IYUEV's guidance to the tv, the limits were extracted by ESI.

Rejoice, Yako and in the exile of your driven chada collected ESI;

Rejoice, from the Say of the Earth to the heavenly abode, the Esi was pressed.

Rejoice, and on the breakdown of your who does not leave us;

Rejoice, the phenomenon of the power of your strengthening.

Rejoice, Rev. Surgie, a good and diligent prayer.

The singing of the whole we bring, Sergie by the confession, how to be a fear of the Tollyka of the inappropriate, deprivation and expulsion, equitable to Maskago Mascago, Singing Sita:

Hallelujah.

Ikos 11.

Light Lamps Zrimima, Self, Saint, Although you are in exile, the extension of the prayer of Jesus, in my heart, delighted the praise of the Creator all sorts, tightly read the praise:

Rejoice, with humility, the essence of Pinezhskago Exile is perceivable;

Rejoice, and in seven exile at your consideration of your consultation.

Rejoice, Yako Tamo in the old age of your trading work has undergone Esi;

Having rejoiced, the help of God has ever been able to disigma.

Rejoice, in the persecution of prayer incessant;

Rejoice, over from the intercession of a hard consuming.

Rejoice, Jaco's burden of sorrows of candy practices suffered ESI;

Rejoice, and in the UzAh, the detachment did not leave ESI.

Rejoice, the height of the progress of the insight;

Rejoice, the depth of Divine India.

Rejoice, redeemed to the height of heavenly virtues;

Rejoice, the whole earthly in the impressive skills.

Rejoice, Rev. Surgie, a good and diligent prayer.

Grace of Datios Eshchotyev, the badness of the Lord in the gift of prayer inequainous, heaven with rejection. We, in vain a lot of wonders of your wonderland, imžiya exile. Your edgeholeh Esi, currents of wondrous healing, offended quick intercession, from the invasion of the interemphest of the weight of the world's welcoming, singing:

Hallelujah.

Surprise of your audience, praised DSI, Yako an animated temple of the Spirit of the Holy Advanced: You borrow your ghost to glorify the Most Holy Trinity, showing the true image of the presence and truth. Teaching and us, multi-faceted, immutable will of God of God, blatants:

Rejoice, at the expense of your warm money for us;

Having rejoice, Yako birds in rune in heaven. Field your mind.

Rejoice, the Russian lands of Heavenly prayer;

Rejoice, Jaco, the phenomenon of the saints of your land Tver Zaryl Esaril.

Rejoice, Jaco, those fragrant of God glorified the ESI;

Rejoice, Yako really encouraged us to nothing your power of Lobyzati.

Rejoice, multiplying miracles pouring;

Rejoice, lazy on prayer navigating.

Rejoice, relaxed in spirit to repentance.

Rejoice, the light of Evangelskago is a naked illusion.

Rejoice, strong our intercession;

Rejoice, Peshemnaya in the grief of your assistant.

Rejoice, Rev. Surgie, a good and diligent prayer.

Kondak 13.

Oh, preliminary and copper, new miracle, / Dustifying confessional, Father our Sergie! / We now have a small prayer of this, / in the mild of hearts, you have a random, / and the mind of our Lord Jesus Christ, / yes will save us from all sorts of enemy, / From the invasion of the INSECTION AND INTERFORE BRANNIY, / AND WILL WILL BE INTRODUCED PRESSIBLE AND REPORTING / FAVE Orthodox until the end of the preservation and coming to Heaven with the benefit of the benefit, having come to God: // Alliluia.

This Kondak is read three times, then Ikos 1 and Kondak 1.

PRAYER

About the sacred glabel, the Father Self, the Shepherd Saint, the prayer of a steady, seraphim loving to the Lord burning; You, Boy Yako, one of the ancients appeared to be, will be out of the forefish. Do not remove us, weak, not daring to build a vacuum on the sky; I hear, the most sacred, relentless petitions, and I will raise from us, the share of the droops, to the throne of the Holy Trinity, and the merciful Lord will save his holy from the splits and heresies, but will save the power of our Russian from the enemy visible and invisible and will give everyone Honestly your power upcoming and praying to you, on the Fooshest Eustility: Shepherd Pious and Apostolic Jealousy, Inok Repentance and Prayer Stay, Warrior Courage and Liberation, Holy Thanksgiving and Agrantened Abrearer, and we all immaculate in the rush of God's residence; Yes, and we, unworthy, will be advised by the concept of your spirit of the Holy Spirit, at the expense of our junior mild, the blissful voice of the Vladyka of Christ hear: "Take the blessed of my father, inherit the kingdom of the world." AMEN.

Father Mitrofan Srebryansky, the nearest friend and the confessor of the Great Princess Elizabeth Fedorovna, lived a long, full test life. In 2000, he was glorified in the liberty and Russian confessors.

Failed veterinarian

And everything began in the village of 1870, in the village of the Three-eyed Voronezh County of Voronezh province. The son of Mitrofan's son was born in the family priest of Father Vasily. Like most of the children of the priests, he graduated from the spiritual seminary, but he was not going to go in the footsteps. And he entered the Warsaw Veterinary Institute, dreaming to help the peasants to keep the economy and treat cattle. However, in Catholic Poland among unbelieve students, he felt an extraordinary craving for God and became diligently attending the Orthodox Church. At the same time, he became acquainted with the future wife of Olga Vladimirovna Golovatovskaya, who came to Warsaw to visit relatives.

Olga was a daughter of a priest who served in the Pokrovsky temple of the village of Vladychna Tver Diocese. She was going to work as a teacher. In January 1893, they were married. In the same year, at the beginning of March, Mitrofan was ordained in San Diacon, and a year later he became a priest of the Stefan Church of the Ostrogogian County of the Voronezh Diocese.

Together with the soldiers

In 1894, he was sent to serve as a regimental priest of the 47th Dragun Tatar Regiment in Criton Polotsk province. And two years later - to Eagle, in the 51st Dragun Chernigov Regiment. During the Russian-Japanese war, this regiment took part in the fighting in Manchuria.

Mitrofan's father was with her soldiers and advanced, and during rest. All over and deprivation he tolerated with them, participating in the bold raids on the rear of the enemy, covering the waste of the Russian army. Mitrofan's father tried to use any opportunity to serve at least prayer, Liturgy was a real joy for him.

Draguns of the Chernihiv regiment, soldiers and officers of other parts - everyone hot loved father Mitrofan. Throughout the campaign, a hiking church was held with them, presented by the regiment of the Grand Digger Elizabeth Feodorovna. For outstanding pastoral merits during the war, Mitrofan's father was erected in San Archpriest. On June 2, 1906, he returned to the eagle.

God's man

The Great Princess knew Mitrofan's father before the war. When, having lost her husband, she took up the device of the Martio-Mariinsky monastery, he was the person who supported her, unlike many secular people who did not understand the act Elizabeth Fedorovna.

Mitrofan's father offered her a draft charter of a new community, which largely coincided with the views of the princess itself. Soon she invited him to Moscow.

However, it was not easy to priest to decide to leave the eagle, where the townspeople loved her father so much. On the day of departure at the station gathered so much faithful that the path of the train had to clear the horse police.

In Moscow, Mitrofan's father became the spiritual leader of the monastery, assistant and mentor of prisons. The image of this amazing person caused Elizabeth Fedorovna to be inevitable joy, which you can feel, reading her letters.

In the village of Vladyna among parishioners
the father had a lot of children

"For our case," the great princess wrote, "this is the mercy of God, because he laid the right foundation. How many people he returned to faith, instructed on a true way, how many people thank me for the great grace they received, having the opportunity to come to him ... his simple, clean life, at the same time modest and high in their limitless love for God and the Orthodox Church is an example for me. It is enough to talk to him just a few minutes, as you can see how modest it is and clean - God's man. "

Prayers against bombs

After arrest, Elizabeth Fedorovna Father Mitrofan continued to bump out the community's sisters to its very closure in 1926. Then he was arrested and sentenced to death. Shortly before the arrest on the blessing of the Optina elder, Anatoly Father Mitrofan accepted the lead with the name of Sergius.

In 1927, the famous "Declaration" of Metropolitan Sergius Stargorodsky, who saved the lives by many priests, including Sergia (Srebryansky), was replaced by a reference.

In the camp and links, Father Sergius spent sixteen years. The last place where he was allowed to live was the village of Vladyna Kalininsky (now Tverskaya) region. Here to the father came from Moscow for instructions as an older, the abyss of mercy lived here lived here. Batyushka continued to secretly serve, making demands in ordinary homes. At the same time, on the ride, he put on worldly clothes. According to the prayers of the father, Sergius believers received healing. It is known that during the Great Patriotic War, his prayers were repurchased by residents of the village from German bombs.

On April 5, 1948, on the eve of the Annunciation, Archimandrite Sergius (Srebryansky) went to the Lord. He was buried on a rural cemetery of the village of Lady. Two years later, Mother did not become, in the Astokini Elizabeth. She was buried in the same grave. When the coffin was lowered, the coffin cover of Father Sergius was shifted - his body turned out to be awesome.

In August 2000, the Bishop Cathedral of the Russian Orthodox Church Father Sergius (Srebryansky) was counted for the facial of the Holy New Martyrs and Russian confessors for general workers.

From the Military Diary of the Father Mitrofan Srebryansky

Ready church; I put the throne, drank him, arranged an altar. Like a good, infinitely the Lord! According to his grace, everything contributed to our prayerful celebration: the weather is just a wonderful, truth is cool a little, but the sun shine brightly and it was utter-blind. Previously several strong volleys rang out before the service. Lieutenant Colonel Tchaikovsky sent to find out whether these projectiles do not rush. No, it turned out, they shot our siege guns, and the Japanese "Shirms" did not reach. Squadron gathered, and at about 10 am Holy liturgy began ...

The service has passed well well, especially singing. In these squadrons, our most important singers, and although they now do not have no notes, nor singing, but they are so folded and inspired, that, it seemed, the angels went down to us and their heavenly singing connected with our earthly, and there was such Harmony that tears involuntarily blew. Perhaps it was only me that it seemed to me? But no, you would look like during the "Cheruvimskaya", "we sing", "our father" without any order, everything went to his knees right in the dust, how diligently put bows, prayed!

No, this heavenly joy felt everything! Instead of a concert, sang: "My soul, my soul, stand up, what's up? The end approaches and imash is embarrassed. Personal care, yes, says Christ Christ, everywhere and all the executive! "

And always to tears touches this wonderful song, and now, in war, when for many of us, here you are praying, the end really, it may be very close, it is especially paroles.

Tropar, voice 8:

Veldji Warriors of the Russian Shepherd, Piece and Faith Strong Adamanth, Rev. Elizabeth Besamed Spevizhnikh, the wise mentor of the sisters The monastery of mercy, the unfortunate bonds under the Christ and the grand gifts of the Saint Sergius, the confession and equivalenne Given.

In the notebook pilgrim:

Resurrection Cathedral of Tver

Address: 1170001, Tver, ul. Barricade, d. 1.

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Survived death

Death is one of the most striking facts of human existence. There is no one who would be able to power her, she is a common lotion, the inevitable completion of our path. And hardly someone could challenge this: the fact that death there is, I am sure, probably everyone. But what Such death is the answer to this question for the person of the believer and for atheist will be completely different.

For non-believers, death is a regular, due to the need for tragedy, the end of every existence, the transition to non-existence.

But not so for orthodox Christianconfessing that God is not the God of the dead, but living (Luke 20, 38). Faith to the universal resurrection, in righteous reward, into future eternal life is one of the main foundations of the true Christian world-parish.

However, as often, especially in our age, you can hear these amazingly careless and at the same time such terrible words: "What are you talking about! Who told you that it all will be, did anyone come back from there?" What to say for it? Remember the resurrection of the Lord quirient Lazarus, son of the Naine Widow, daughter Iair? But for the unbelieving interlocutor, the evangelical evidence is not an argument. The argument is only what can be seen what you can make sure yourself.

And, probably, therefore, it is in our times that the times of disbelief and some terrible indifference to everything that belongs to the field of the Spirit, the Lord so often gives us such irrefutable certificates in the existence of the world of the hourly, as a return to the life of people who have already undergone actual death . People who have received the experience of being other and capable of transmitting this experience to others.

Resurrection from the dead is a miracle that shakes both the most returned witnesses and witnesses and witnesses. The man was dead, his body, already lifeless, cooling, that was about to be able to be in the depths of the earth ... And this man is with us again! In the lives of many people, contact with such an obvious reality of otherworldly existence produced a radical coup: Atheists turned into people deep church; Believers awakened the sleep from sleep, from that spiritual hibernation, in which, alas, many of us were immersed, forced us with all seriousness to prepare for the transition from time to eternity. To the preparation in which it is essentially the meaning of our earthly existence.

"The usual" of the same modern man thinks rarely: temporary and earthly closer and lust. And when already independently of the will, he comes to the need to summarize the path passed, then it turns out, he is not ready for this. After all, without having memos about eternity, how to prepare for her? Meanwhile, this unwillingness is the most terrible mistake that a person may admit in his life. The most terrible because it is impossible to fix it. After death, there is no repentance, there is no longer a way to change anything in his own - eternal - the fate, everyone will perceive only what he prepared himself: his life, with their affairs. And therefore, although the resurrection will be universal, but for someone it will be the resurrection to the life of eternal, and for someone - the terrible resurrection of condemnation (see: In. 5, 29).

No one of us knows the hour, death is not considered anything, it takes old and young, weak and full forces, those who are already tired of this life, and those who still crave to enjoy it. And therefore it is so important what the holy fathers of memory mortal called, - remembering about their outcome from this life. It is so important that, according to the word of the St. John of the Distrownger, "like a bread needed any other food, so the thought of death is more necessary for any other doing."

But it is also extremely important to understand what exactly awaits man after death and as You should prepare for it. After all, people often, if they think about death, they acquire about her and subsequent presentation for her the most false, completely divergent with the teachings of the Church of Orthodox and therefore, the rather sponging man.

In the West, in particular, in the United States, the phenomenon of death attracts attention not only to people of believers and spiritual, but also people of science. In recent decades, there have been a large number of so-called "tanatologists", conducted by study in this previously unknown for science. The most famous of them - Raymond Mode, Elizabeth Kubler Ross, Mikhail Sab and a number of others. The results of their research were removed a peculiar "taboo" with the theme of the afterlife, putting the world in the face of an inadequate truth: indeed, the person's personality continues to exist with the death of the body.

But what are the fruits of recognition of this fact in the West, in the medium far from Orthodoxy? In other words, what is the attitude of a Western person to the issue of life and death after returning from the world of ingestion? As a response to this question, we give several very characteristic passages from the famous book of Raimond Moody "Life after Life":

"I suppose this experience (clinical death - Cost.) Something defined in my life. I was still a child, I was only ten years old when it happened, but now I retained the absolute belief that there is life after death; I have no shadow of doubt about it. I'm not afraid to die. "

"When I was a small boy, then it happened, I was afraid of death. I, I happened, woke up at night, cried and arranged hysterics ... But after that, I'm not afraid of death after this experience. This feeling disappeared. I no longer feel terribly at the funeral."

"Now I am not afraid to die. This does not mean that death is desirable for me or what I want to die right now. I don't want to live there now, because I suppose it should live here. But I'm not afraid of death, because I know, Where to go after let's leave this world. "

"Life is like a prison sentence. But in this state we simply do not understand what prison is our body. Death is similar to liberation, leaving prison."

But for comparison, a completely different example is from the pertron of St. John.

"I do not give the story to you about the hang of Horiva, the ink of the mountain of Horiv. He led the most unradited life and did not care about his soul; Finally, there seemed to be completely dead in the time of time. He appealed to all of us so that he immediately retired from him, and, by making the door of his Kelly, lived in it for years twelve, never says to anyone, nor the great word and not falling apart, except for bread and water; but, sitting in the gate, as in the face of the Lord , horrified and complained about what I saw during the frenzacy, and never changed the lifestyle of my own, but he was constantly shedding herself and did not stop shed warm tears to quietly. When he approached death, we, beating the door, entered into His Kellya and, in many ways, heard only these words: "Sorry," he said, - who melted the memory of death, he could never sin. "We were amazed, seeing that in the fact that there was so much reradiating, suddenly happened Such a blissful change and transformation E "...

The image of attitudes towards death, these are amazing fearlessness and carelessness, which we see so well in passages from the Book of Mudi, is a consequence of the terrible seduction, a very natural for people living in the environment of a completely forgotten God of the world, or those who have about God, a distorted concept. After all, a person moves away from this life without just moving into a kind of "different dimension." No, he is moving away to appear to the court of his God. And because only for a person who lived in the commandments of Gospel, in this life completely conquered his will of the Divine, death can be desirable, as a rest after work, like gaining the expected reward. Only one who moves out of this life in repentance, with a conscience reconciled with God and Middle, may not be afraid of death. And for a person who lived without God and outside the church, a sinner man, the death of truly Luta (see: PS. 33, 22).

That is exactly the idea of \u200b\u200bthe death and posthumous fate of the man of the Orthodox Church and it is such a character that the testimonies that are presented in the present compilation are. It consists of two parts. The first cases involved in the wonderful return of people who have already died, to life. In the second - cases in which the very fact of death is not contained, but it is very brightly represented by the experience of other extent as a striking and irrefutable certificate of reality other than earthly, existence.

These cases and events are certainly amazing, supernatural, deserve all attention already on their own. However, we see the purpose of this publication not only to once again talk about them, but to awaken in readers to remember about the fragrance and tanningity of this life, about the need to prepare for the transition to the eternal life, and if it is for someone It will serve as a reason for the revival of such a memo, then, probably, this small compile-minded work was not in vain.

Incredible for many but the true incident

... I saw that I stand alone in the middle of the room; To the right of me, overlooking something in a semicircle, all medical staff crowded. I was surprised by this group: on the place where she stood was a bed. What now attracted the attention of these people to what they looked when I was no longer there when I was standing in the middle of the room?

I moved and glanced, where they were glanced. There, on the bed, I lay! I do not remember that I experienced something similar to fear at the sight of my twin, I was covered only by perplexity: how is it? I felt here, meanwhile and there, too, ...

I wanted to mess up, take the right hand for the left - my hand went through, I tried to grab myself for the waist - the hand again passed through the body, like on an empty space ... I called the doctor, but the atmosphere in which I was, I was completely unsuitable for me: She did not perceive and did not pass the sounds of my voice, and I understood my complete disunity with all the surrounding, my strange loneliness, and panic fear took me. It was really something terrible in that inexpressible loneliness.

I looked, and only here I had thought for the first time: yes, didn't you happen to me what in our language, the language of living people, is determined by the word "death"? It came to mind because my body lying on the bed had a completely kind of dead man.

Disagreement with all others, the split of my personality would rather let me understand about what happened if I believed in the existence of the soul, was a religious man, but it was not, and I was guided only by what I felt, but the feeling of life was so clear What I only wondered over a strange phenomenon, being completely unable to associate my feelings with the traditional concepts of death, that is, feeling and confirming yourself, think that I do not exist.

Remembering and thinking over its then the state, I only noticed that my mental abilities acted and then with such amazing energy and speed ...

I saw the old woman-nanny crossed: "Well, the kingdom of heaven," and suddenly saw two angels. In one, for some reason I learned the guardian angel, and I did not know the other. Taking me under the hands, the angels carried me right through the wall from the chamber to the street. It was fatal already, walked big, quiet snow. I saw him, but cold and generally change between room temperature And did not feel the survival. Obviously, such things have lost their meaning for my changed "body". We began to quickly climb up. And, as we climbed, my eyes opened an increasing and more space, and finally it took such terrifying dimensions that I was covered by the fear of the consciousness of my insignificance in front of this endless desert ... the idea of \u200b\u200btime went out in my mind, and I don't know As we still climbed up, as I suddenly heard at first some kind of unclear noise, and then, fleeing from somewhere, the crowd of some ugly creatures began to approach us with a cry and gogot.

Death! - I wondered with an extraordinary speed and chopped from some special, unknown dotol to me horror. - demons! - Oh, how much irony, how many sincere laughter would have caused me in me just a few days ago, someone's message not only that he saw his eyes his eyes, but that he would exist them as the creatures of the famous kind! As liked by an educated man of the late XIX century, I called this bad inclination, passion in a person, why and this very word I had the importance of my meaning, but a term defining a well-known concept. And suddenly this "famous concept" appeared to me live personification!

Surrounding us from all sides, the demons with a cry and gamet demanded that they would give me, they tried to somehow grab me and snatch from the hands of the angels, but obviously did not dare to do this. Among their unimaginable and as disgusting for hearing, how they themselves were for vision, warning and gama, I traveled sometimes words and whole phrases.

He is our, he abandoned him from God, "suddenly, they screamed almost in one voice, and at the same time rushed to us with such arrogance, that for a moment I was frozen every thought.

It's a lie! It is not true! - Friendly, I wanted to shout, but the helpful memory tied my tongue. In some unclear way, I suddenly remembered such a small, an insignificant event, besides, we were still taking a long-lasting era of my youth, which seems to be remembered, I could never remember. (Here the story remembered the case when during conversations to the abstract topics, one of the comrades' students said: "But why should I believe when I can equally believe that there is no God? And maybe it is not?". What he replied: "Maybe not").

The accusation is, apparently, was the strongest argument of my dying for demons, they as far as it would have drawn in it a new force for the courage of attacks on me and already with a frantic roar spun around us, blocking us further path.

I remembered the prayer and began to pray, calling for the rescue of all the saints that whose names knew to me came to mind. But it did not frighten my enemies. A miserable ignorant, a Christian only by name, I almost remembered the first to be called the intercession of the genus Christian.

But, probably, hot was my gusting to her, probably, was the horror of my soul, that I, barely remembering her name, how suddenly some white fog appeared on us, who began to quickly cloud the ugly athmall demons. He hid it from my eyes before it had time to separate from us. The roar and gogot they could have heard them for a long time, but by how he gradually weakened and became glory, I could understand that the terrible pursuit left us ...

Then we entered the area of \u200b\u200blight. The light came from everywhere. He was so bright, brighter sunny. Everywhere light, and there are no shadows. The light was so jamming that I could not see anything; as in darkness. I tried to close my eyes with my hand, but the light loosely passed and through the hand. And suddenly on top, powerfully, but without anger, the words were heard: "not ready", and my rapid movement began. I was again returned to the body. And at the end, the guardian angel said: "You heard God's definition. Enter and get ready."

Both angel became invisible. There were feelings of constraint and cold and deep sadness about lost. I lost consciousness and woke up in the ward on the bed.

Doctors who observed for K. Ikskul, reported that all clinical signs of death were evident and the state of death lasted 36 hours.

"Ikskul K." Incredible for many, but a true incident. "
(Trinity Leaf No. 58. Sergiev Posad, 1910)

Return from the dead in modern Greece

For about four years ago, we called us a request to enjoy the holy Tain one an elderly woman, widow, living in the suburbs of Athens. She was an old-belt and, being almost completely chained to bed, could not be in the church. Although we usually do not make such a request outside the monastery and send people to the parish priest, nevertheless, in this case I had some feeling that I had to go, and, prepare the holy gifts, I went from the monastery.

I found a patient lying in the poor room: without having my own money, she depended on the neighbors who brought her food and other necessary things. I put the holy gifts and asked her if she wanted to confess to something. She replied: "No, over the past three years there is nothing on my conscience, which would no longer be professionally, but there is one old sin, which I would tell you, although I confessed him to many priests." I replied that if she had already confessed him, she should not do this again. But she insisted, and that's what she told me.

When she was young and just got married, 35 years old, she became pregnant at the moment when her family was in a very difficult position. The remaining family members insisted on abortion, but she refused flat. Nevertheless, in the end, she succumbed to the threats of mother-in-law, and the operation was made. Medical control of underground operations was very primitive, as a result of which she received a serious infection and died after a few days, without being able to confess their sin.

At the time of death (and it was in the evening) she felt that her soul was separated from the body as usually described: the soul remained nearby and watched how the body was kneaded, dressed and laid in the coffin. In the morning, she followed the procession to church, watched the funeral and saw how the coffin was put in a catatalk to take him to the cemetery. The soul flew over the body at a low height.

Suddenly, two people appeared on the road, as she described, "Diacon" in the glittering styers and oracles. One of them read the scroll. When the car approached, one of them raised his hand, and the car froze. The chauffeur got out to see what happened to the engine, and in the meantime, the angels began to talk among themselves. The one who held a scroll, which was undoubtedly a list of her sins, broke away from reading and said: "It's a pity, there is a very difficult sin on her list, and she is meant hell, because he did not confess him." "Yes," said the second, "but it's a pity that she should be punished, because she did not want to do this, but forced her family." "Very good," the first replied, "the only thing that can be done is to send it back so that she could confess her sin and repent of it."

With these words, she felt that she was dragging back into the body to which she at that moment felt indescribable disgust and disgust. After a moment, she woke up and began to knock from the inside of the coffin, which was already closed. You can imagine the scene that followed. After listening to her story, which I stated here in brief, I taught her Holy Communion and left, Speak God, who gave me to hear it ...

(Hieromona Seraphim (Rose). "Soul after death." SPb., 1994).

Rally Powyers

In the city of Roslavl Smolensk province lived a poor noble night, which had its own home here. After a long disease, she died; As usual, she was wrapped and put it in the coffin, and on the third day the gathered priests were preparing to make her body from home to church, as, to general amazement, she rose from the coffin and sat down: everyone came terrified and, when they made sure that she was Alive, removed her from the coffin and put in bed again. Her illness after the revival did not pass. Right lived a few more years.

About this event (in the early 1930s of the XIX century) she said the following: "When I died, I saw myself who was ascended up the air and was represented on some terrible convicé (should believe, ottaria), where it was worthwhile Well, the husbands are a very formidable type, the big book was deployed; they judged me for a very long time: at that time I was in the unspecified horror, so when I remember this now, I come to the thrill; here I represented many of my deeds, from youth made, even those that I completely forgot about and in sin did not put. By the grace of God, however, it seemed to me, I was forgiven, I already had already hoped to be justified as one terrible husband strictly began to demand a response from me, why I The Son of His son weakly raised, so he fell into debauchery and dies from his behavior. I was justified with tears and tremies, explaining the son of the son and that he was corrupted, being already in the age of majority. Long tried the court for his son, then did not listen and not a request, neither scream mine; Finally, the Terrible Husband, turning to the other, said: Let her go to bring her repentance and melted as sins. Then one of the angels took, pushed me, and I felt as if I went down, and, reviving, I saw myself lying in the coffin; Near me burning candles and priests in the pleasures sing ".

Not so much strictly for other sins suddenly, "she said," as for his son, and this torture was incomprehensibly.

The window also told that her son completely corrupted, he did not live with her and no opportunity to fix it.

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One piety of a woman, having always had his days in prayer and post, had a great faith to the Most Holy Lady of Our Virgin and always begged her about the patronage. This woman has always been tormented by a conscience about some kind of it in the youth sin, who did not want to open his confessant for a false way, but, declaring him, foggyly expressed in such words: "I repent and in those sins that or did not declare or not I remembered. " Alone, in the secret prayer of his own, daily died in his sin of Our Lady, always begged the Ladyman, so that she was in court by Christ for her about the forgiveness of sin. Thus, surviving to a deep old age, she dies; When on the third day they were preparing to betray her body, suddenly he resurrected the deceased and says his frightened and amazed daughter: "Come to me closer, do not be afraid; call my confessor."

When the priest came, then she said with all the meeting of the people: "Do not worry me. My soul is returned to the Mother of God and the petition of the Mother of God, my soul is returned for repentance. I barely separated my soul with my body, as at the same moment the dark spirits surrounded it and prepared to cure in Hep, saying that she is worthy of this for the fact that she did not open the secret sin of his false way, in his youth, she had done it And, by ordering me to confess the sin of my before the spiritual father, commanded my soul to return to the body. So, now as before you, my father's father, and before everyone confessing my sin: although I continued my life and was piety, but sin who lay At the conscience of my and which I was ashamed to confess the spiritual fathers from a little woman, would bring me to hell, if I hadn't interceded for me, the Mother of God. "

Having said it, she confirmed his sin and then, having caught his head on his daughter's shoulder, moved to an eternal and blissful life.

("Mysteles of the Military World". Sost. Archimandrite Panteleimon. M., 1996)

Ompage

I will tell about one worker, Pelagia, who lived sixty years ago in the village of Shipilovka, Kostroma county. This peasant lived in the same house with two daughters, the husbands of which most of the year were in absence for earnings. The house they had small and poorly: besides one close hut, in which they were placed, there were still hlev in the yard. Pelagia first lived with children in one room; But then, for the secret nights of prayer and the bog, it began to leave in Song, where he spent whole nights, goes to sleep only before dawn. Finally, to hide your exploits from human eyes, she decided forever to stay in that silent hut, and only occasionally spent one beloved daughter-in-law with her. She did not want anyone, except for this daughter-in-law, saw her prayer. And, meanwhile, as the latter was sitting in this hut and was engaged in needlework, Pelagia went to Seni and prayed.

Her food was the coarse; She even came up with special food for himself: Gusto bit the rye flour and this raw dough consumed instead of bread, and it was extremely small, the other food took very rarely. In the afternoon, she straightened Len and earned money into two parts: one part gave to the church, and the other was poor, and moreover, so that she came down at night to the house of the poor and quietly put her faceting on the window, opening him a little, or challenged him in .

At one night, the worker, as usual, prayed in the Seine, and sleeping slept in the hut. Before the morning, Snow was awakened and saw that her mother-in-law was kneeling in a prayer position. After standing for a few minutes in fear and embarrassment, she told her: "Mother, and Mother!". But there was no answer: the mother was already cold. It came here for homework and other Snow. Seeing that their mother-in-law died, they drove the dead and put it on the table; And on the third day they put in the coffin and were going to drive her to the church, as suddenly the face came to life, she opened his eyes, threw his hand and crossed himself. The family was frightened and rushed into the chimney. A few times, revived said by a quiet voice: "Children! .. Do not be afraid, I'm alive," and then rose, sat down and with the help of the family got out of the coffin. "Calm down, children, she said again. - You scared, reading me dead? No, I am scheduled to live a little more. God for the goodness of my own saving to anyone and, mysterious fate leadership to Bliss, so everything will arrange the death And the return to life served many benefits! "

What happened to her when she considered her dead, she did almost nothing about it, only with tears exhorted his children to live a pious and removing from every sin, claiming that great bliss would expect the righteous in the sky and terrible torment - wicked in hell! After that, she continued to still a worker life of his six weeks, the mumbens of mindfully gaze into the country of the Heavenly Fatherland, and finally moved to heavenly blood.

(Novgorod P. "Paradise Flowers from the Russian Earth." M., 1891;
"Mystery of the Military World." Cost. Archimandrite Panteleimon. M., 1996)

Wonders of St. Joasafa

Your high-strength, Father Archimandrite Eugene!

Honor I have to bring to your information about the wonderful restoration of my son's health on the prayers of St. Joasaf, who reveals with the relics in the Holy Trinity Monastery of Belgorod. It would be desirable that this restoration of health is recognized as wonderful and from yours, and from others who read this letter; Otherwise, it cannot be placed in a series of miracles committed on the prayers of St. Joasaph. It was as follows: 1881 August 29 days were born my first son, who was named in the Holy Baptism by Alexander; A month after birth, an uninvited guest was visited - cough, called "Poklush". I turned to doctors, but they did not give help him in his illness; One of them even said: "Father John, I will tell you frankly: we do not have a means to cure a cough, and therefore you no longer worry; it can go through itself or after 6 weeks, or after 3 months, and if it continues until six months, That consider your son for the deceased. "

And it really went out: on January 22, 1881, my son Alexander, a baby of five months, reached such a weak physical condition that there was no hope for his further earthly existence, and on January 23, I, going to the church for the departure of worship, morning and liturgia , blessed him and said the mother, and his wife: today, in all likelihood, our son will end; Having said it, went to church. For the shipment of worships, hastily returned home and in the first debt hurried to look at the son, but before he saw his mother all in tears, sobbing and crying nannik, and then saw his son with half-closed, dull and immovable eyes; He took him by his arms, and they told me that life was stopped in them: they were cold and uncomfortable to raise from the chest: the eagerness of the whole body was so striking, which is difficult to express. After that, I cried and, being in tears, mentally asked for help to the local waters of God - St. Joacuph with the following words: "Honorish Ioasafe, for the true Orthodox faith, your good deeds glorified you by the Lord with your relics, give us the opportunity to glorify Together with you and God, wondering our saints, - do so that my child dying come to life (at the same time I gave a promise to go to worship my mother and his mother and sister), "but did not have time to say, graduate His prayers, as the son opened his eyes and began to show their movements, and then a smile; An hour later, he began to seem thin, but not dying, and his cough from this day completely stopped. In May month of the current 1881, I performed my promise. Father Veniamin, the Treasurer of the Monastery, declared a wonderful restoration of his son's health and at the same time expressed his desire that this wonderful health restoration was recorded in the book of wonders committed on the prayers of the Grand Minor Joasaph, but he advised me to report this in writing, What I agreed to.

My deceased parent talked about Middle My Brother, who is now sacred in the Grevonsky district, the village of Kryukovo, Ioasafe. He was born, according to the deceased parent, dead. Father sorry was to see him as such; He appealed to God with such words: "Lord, for which you deprived me of happiness to see my son alive and what I pregrim, what through me he is now not awarded the kingdom of heaven?!". After that, the akathists began to read: the son of God and his mother, the Queen of Heaven - and while reading the Akathist of the Mother of God mentally requested to give life to St. Joasaf and added to her request that if he would come to know, he would call him Joasaf, and that immediately cried out; Then the priest was invited, the sacrament of baptism was made, and in him the baby got the name of Joasaf.

I testify about what was written in this letter is that it is written as it has been done, according to a clean Christian conscience, and approve the signature with the attachment of church press.

1881, December 17 days. Kursk province of the Tim County, sat down, the priest John Feofilov.

("Belgorod Wonderworker".
Life, creation, miracles and glorification
st. Joasafa, Bishop Belgorod. M., 1997)

Father John Kronstadt resurrects the dead

The wife of O -A, quite a healthy and prominent woman, who already had three or four children, was again pregnant and was preparing to become the mother of the next child. And suddenly something happened.

The woman felt badly, the temperature rose to forty, the most powerful powerlessness and unfamiliar to her, Dotoli Pain in Nesterpimo tortured her for many days.

They were caused, of course, the best doctors and obstetric luminaries of Moscow, in which it is known, has never been a lack of the city of Pirogovsky clinics. Also sent to Kronstadt Telegram Father John ...

In the evening of the same day, a brief deposit came from Kronstadt: "I leave the courier, I pray to the Lord. John Sergiev."

John Kronstadt, Ioan Kronstadt, had already known a few more families and had been in their house during his passages through Moscow. And, caused by the telegram, he is already the other day, around noon entered the apartment of Outle on Myasnitskaya, in which a whole crowd of relatives and acquaintances gathered for this time, persecuted and reverently waiting in a large living room, adjacent to the room, where the patient was lying down.

Where is Lisa? - asked about. John, a conventional hurried walk in the living room. - Conduct me to her, and all remain here and do not make sure.

John's father entered the bedroom dying and tightly closed with heavy doors. Much reached for minutes - long, grave, prevailing at the end in whole half an hour. In the living room, where the crowd of loved ones gathered was quiet, as in the gravestone. And suddenly the door leading to the bedroom, lambed with noise. In the doorway stood a gray-haired old man in Pastoral Ryasa, with a dressed on top of her with an old Epitrochil, with a rare disheveled gray beard, with an unusual face, red from experienced prayer voltage and large paths of sweat.

And suddenly, the words seemed to be terrible, emanating from another world, almost thundered. "The Lord God was asked to create a miracle! - He said John's father." It was pleasing to the miracle and resurrect the deceased fruit! Lisa give birth to a boy ... "

"Nothing can be understood! - Some of the professors who came to the patient who came to the sick, two hours after the departure of John's father in Kronstadt, is alive. The child is moving, the temperature slept by 36.8. I'm nothing, nothing I understand ... I argued and argue now that the fruit was dead and that the blood infection has long begun. "

They could not understand anything else and the other sciences whose carriages were then rolled up to the entrance. By the same night, Ms. O-va safely and quickly resulted in a completely healthy boy, whom I later met from T. on a coat and garden street in the form of a pupil of a Katkovsky lyceum.

Evgeny Vadimov

***

Letter Prince Lion Alexandrovich Begindeeva
(Sofia, Russian Wheelable House)

"The awe in the bright memory of the deceased about. John Kronstadt, I consider my holy duty, in the certificate of the great strength of his prayer, report the following.

It was in 1900. I was a young officer of the 19 Artillery Brigade, located in Vinnitsa, Podolsk Province, and lived there with mother and sister.

In January or February of this year, I got sick at first abdominal typhoid, and then refund. My position was very heavy. Doctors, having exhausted all funds that were at their disposal, lost all hope. Then the mother, at my request, sent a telegram about. John, asking his prayers. After that, I lost consciousness; My position was so hopeless that my mother, he loved me, not wanting to see me dying, went to another room. Doctor, assigning camphore injunction to maintain the activities of the heart, left for a while. If I had a sister, the former thing about my bed is non-extent, and one of my comrades by the brigade, on duty during my illness in turn. The sister claims that soon I stopped breathing, the pulse stopped and I lay as dead, but she persistently continued to injury prescribed by the doctor. After some time, she noticed signs of life in me: I began to breathe and the pulse appeared. I began to come to life. This moment, according to our assumptions, coincided with the moment of receiving about. John telegrams. After that, I slowly began to recover and recovered. I, sister and mother (now the deceased) firmly believed that the power of prayers about. John I was resurrected, others - that I was healed. "

This letter of Prince L. A. Begindeeva I gave to read the ordinary professor of the University of Belgrade at the Department of Pathology, Dr. Medicine Dmitry Mitrofanovich Tikhomirov. At the same time, I asked him the question: "Could the camphor injection return the prince for life?"

The professor responded to me: "After two types, after the cessation of brain activity, after stopping the breath and the injury pulse, Camfar could not return Prince to life. Here, undoubtedly, there was a miracle about. John Kronstadt."

(Sursky I.K. "Father John Kronstadt". M., 1994)

Resurrection of the died on the prayers of the elder-layman of the farodore Sokolova

Below is a passage from the life of the righteousness of our days, compiled from the stories of friends and the admirers of the elder-Mierjanne Feodor († June 8/21, 1973) Professor G. M. Prokhorov.

Leet 1923 or 1924 Older Feodor went to Siberia for the purchase of eggs and oil. He was driving under the evening past one village. And sees: a large crowd of the people gathered near the house. He was told: "A lonely woman died here; and she has many children, and all small."

The elder asked to spend the night in this house. When the whole people went out, he put the deceased in the Baptist, who gave him one Bogolyubet, who went on foot to Jerusalem and from there that brought this cross.

Began an old man Feodor praying for a woman, and the Lord was resurrected. The old man helped her climb and left this village at dawn.

There are hundreds of written evidence of healing on the prayers of the elder. The Lord healed through the elder so many people immediately that all cases of healing was just impossible. In addition, the Communist Authorities reinforced the Starta and his admirers numerous oppression.

About the bad mourning

At the beginning of the forties (XIX century - Ed.) In one of the southern provinces of Russia, Kharkiv or Voronezh, I do not remember, the next wonderful event happened, about which one reliable face was informed in writing to the late older Optio desert Batyushka about. Macaria.

There lived the widow there, by origin to his belonging to the highest class, but as a result of various circumstances, he was brought to the most disgraced and cramped position, so she with two young daughters had a great need and grief and, without seeing anywhere to help in his hopeless position, began to rapid First on people, then on God. In such a spiritual mood, she fell ill and died. By the death of Mother, the position of two orphans was still unbearable. The eldest of them was also not kept from Ropot and also got sick and died. The remaining younger to excessiveness of mourn both about the death of mother and sisters and about her loneliness and its extremely helpless position; And finally he was seriously ill. Her friends who took part in her, seeing that she was approaching her end, offered her to confess and coming around the Holy Tain, which she fulfilled; And then he also won and asked everyone to, if she dies, she was not buried before the return of her love officer, who at that time was in absence. Soon after this, she died; But for the sake of performance, her requests were not hurried with the funeral, waiting for the arrival of the famous priest. It takes day after day - the confessor of the dead, detained by some things, is not refundable, and meanwhile, to the general surprise of all, the body of the dead was not at all dedicated, and she, although she had fallen and damaged, more like a dead. Finally, only on the eighth day after her death, her confessor arrived and, prepared for the ministry, wanted to bury her the next day, her death was already ninth. During the funeral, it came unexpectedly, it seems from St. Petersburg, some kind of relative of her and, carefully distinguished in the face of lying in the coffin, resolutely said: "If you want, unsubscribe her, as you please; bury it for nothing, because that there are no signs of death in it. " Indeed, on the same day, lying in the coffin woke up, and when she began to ask her, she was, she answered that she really died and saw the heavenly beauty and joy of paradise villages. Then he saw scary places Multi and here, among the tormented, saw her sister and mother. Then I heard a voice: "I sent them grief in the earthly life for salvation; if they were tolerant with patience, humility and thanksgiving, then they would have a lot of eternal designers in the visible blessed villages. But with his ropot They all spoiled; for now and suffer. If you want to be with them, go and you and the Ropery. " With these words, the deceased returned to life.

("Meeting of letters of the Optina Elder Jeroshimonach Amvrosia".
Part I. Letters to the laity. M., 1995)

Exemption from chain hugs

Feodor G. Gün - Russian, Lutheran religion, a resident of Edmont in Canada - for many years suffered by an acute ulcer of the stomach, and no treatment brought him relief. On July 19, 1952 he began internal bleeding. He was taken to the hospital, where he, in view of the extreme danger to life, immediately underwent operations. During this operation, the beat of his heart suddenly stopped, and he "died." However, after a heart massage, which continued some definite number of minutes, it began to fight again. His wife and children who were expected in the hospital of the operation, it was reported that for longer than ten minutes the heart could not remain without a beat: "But we don't know exactly how much time your husband remained without a beat," the doctor said. - Obviously, the period The coming death was longer than these ten minutes, since the oxygen access to the brain was already discontinued; as a result of this, the brain decomposition process has already begun with all signs of death agony. Even if he accidentally stayed alive, his brain would be damaged until the end of life ". His wife, who at that time was Orthodox only by name, writes:

"The next day, he began convulsions; he was tied to bed; a terrible agony was tied. He remained in an unconscious state more than a week. During this period of each other, Ms. Varvara Girillovich, advised us to serve Panhid for Blessed Ksenia, saying: "Here will see, after half an hour he will be better!" She gave me a bubble with a mob inside; this bubble once contained an oil from the lamp over the grave of Blessed Ksenia, and the rolling was once impregnated with this oil. She told me that I told me Crossed my husband's forehead and chest and then put a bubble under his pillow. None of us knew that this Xenia was at all, but I immediately ordered a memorial service in the church and I had already asked myself to serve myself to serve myself before the Kursk Icon of the Mother of God, Since I heard that many received help on prayers before this icon. Both services were immediately served. Half an hour later, my husband opened my name for the first time, I said my name and asked for "oils". I thought Thu Oh he is hungry and asks to eat; But he barely audibly heard: "Now I feel better." I then realized what he asked for, and once again anointed his rut \u200b\u200band crossed him, after which he very soon fell asleep. From this day, his recovery began.

When our daughter for the first time saw him after he finally came into consciousness, shining his father told her: "I saw Angels; now I will live" - \u200b\u200band everyone asked for him to show "Blue Icon". After some time, when he is already a little frustrated, he told the following: he felt that there was somewhere in the midst of dark tunnels, trying to move through all the power through the pipes in deep ditch, where it was terribly cold. At a moment, when he almost already fell into some dark pit, upstairs, on the surface of the Earth, he was an old woman in a male attire, in short caftane and high boots. She took him by the hand and tried him several times from there to pull out. Every time he felt that he dropped into some kind of huddle, she pulled him up and finally pulled out of the dark pit to the light. There he saw that this woman was dressed, and also the fact that she was trapped by Sanya, on which the blue icon of the Mother of God lay. The woman approached some unfinished church and began to bring bricks on her sleigh to her forests. "I suggested her help in this matter, but she replied that he had to fulfill it herself," Mr. Gün said in conclusion, which did not know anything about Blessed Ksenia. And only after visiting Archimandrite Anthony (the current Archbishop San Franciskim), which brought him a book with a description of the life of Blessed Ksenia and with her image, he realized who she was, and exclaimed: "This is the most woman I saw!".

His health was restored with amazing speed. Ms. Guen writes: "When we left the hospital, the older sister of mercy was touched to tears: after all, no one in the hospital believed that my husband would stay alive! When I thanked the Doctor, he told me:" Do not thank me; It was someone standing above. "And on August 26, on the day of memory of the saint Tikhon Zadonsky and attending the holiday of transfiguration, my husband was adopted in the Lono of the Holy Orthodox Church and since then actively participates in her life, fulfilling the obligations of the assistant church headman ".

Relatively recently, Mr. Gune had an opportunity to see the original Kursk icon of God's mother's original for the first time, when he visited the Edmont Diocese. With a reverent trepid, he looked at her and immediately recognized this magnificent, truly miraculous icondecorated with a brilliant bright blue rhiza, exactly what he saw her in the other world, a lucky blissful Ksenia, who, being his scientist in Christ above this world, opened him the gate to eternal salvation, and gives it the opportunity to see God's immeasurable mercy mankind.

("Orthodox miracles in the 20th century". M., 1993)

Thanks to Blessed Ksenia

We recently visited the pilgrim from Germany. Several years ago he died his daughter. An hour girl has lacquered lifeless. Doctors made their verdict: hopeless ... And at that time he prayed hotly to Ksenia. I did not have time to ask where he learned about our intercession ... But, most importantly, the girl came to life, and then recovered. Father made a vow to enter the seminary. He came to us already deacon - thank Blessed Ksenia.

("Orthodox miracles in the 20th century". M., 1993)

"They inspired me with their sins"

In the thirties, Orthodox matters departed to the Lord. During the funeral, he suddenly raised himself in a coffin and often sharpened. Having calmed down, the boy told that he was shown underworld. The horror of this place is inexplicit by human words. Then he saw the preching Mother of God, praying for the inhabitants of Genna and for the world, in evil lying. Her face that has reached the wonderful beauty was exhausted, the tears of hail rolled over him. Seeing me, she said: "You will not stay here, you will come back to the ground to people. Tell them that they have grown me with our sins: I cannot pray more for them, I am exhausted ... let them regret me!".

("Orthodox Miracles. Century XX". Odessa, 1996)

"How well I feel ..."

... Two women from Finland arrived. One of them comes from Sarov, nine years ago married Finn. A year ago, he led him to Orthodoxy. Now they are going to get married. The second is from St. Petersburg, and lives in Helsinki. The son of her twenty-year-old 18 hours was without breathing. Suddenly, she tells, opens his eyes and asks to invite the father from the Russian Church and dubbed him. Discovered. He asks to fail. Mother invited a monk, but an oil was anointed with oil, and when he reached his feet, he looked and says: "I feel good." With this and departed.

(From the conversation with the treasurer of the Sanaksar Monastery of the Samara Diocese
about. Barfolomem. "Blagovest". Samara, № 11, 1998)

Prayer power of the old man

One woman went to Moscow, to the senior aristoclide on the Afonovy Foreway, with his daughter. On the way, daughter died. Heroshimona aristocrelles cleared over this woman and raised her daughter with his prayers. Such was the power of the prayer of the elder. It was shortly before his death in 1918.

(From the preaching of Archimandrite Daniel (Sarychev),
thereals of the Don Monastery in Moscow.
Radonezh radio station, July 10, 1998)

"So, I will have to answer ..."

Certificate of other Being

In the pre-transmission of 1998 on the Moscow TV channel, the plot of the resurrection of Valentina Romanova, who died in a car accident was shown. On the same story on the radio station "Radonezh" on May 1, 1998 (live broadcast), Inokine Marina (Smirnova) and Archimandrite Ambrose (Jurases) were told.

In 1982, Valentina Romanova fell into a car disaster; At that time she was a man unbelievers, not church. As a result of the soul catastrophe, she left her body, and she saw everything that later happened to her. As she took it into intensive care, as the doctors unsuccessfully tried to return her to life, and then stated death. At first, Valentine did not understand that she died, for the feelings and consciousness in it were left: she saw everything, heard, everyone understood and tried to tell the doctors that she was alive. But doctors did not hear her voices. Then she tried to push them at hand, but nothing happened. Valentine saw the paper and pen lying on the table and wanted to write a note to the doctors, but it was also failed. Such a state seemed very strange to her, and at that moment it was pulling it into a kind of funnel, and she reached the "other dimension." At first, Valentine was alone, but soon saw the left of his high height from himself. She was very happy that someone was in such an unfamiliar place for her, and asked: "Man, tell me where I am?". But when he turned to her and she saw his eyes, I realized that the man had nothing good to expect anything good. In fear, she ran away from him, but after a while she realized that he was not so terrible, because she saw a light-old young man who took her under protection. Together with him, they drived to a glass barrier, hiding behind which, got rid of the persecution of the first, terrible man.

And then she saw in front of him a very deep cliff, under which there were many men and women, different ages and of different nationalities. The unbearable stench rose from the bottom, the people themselves were constantly defecated and sat down at their feces. She asked mentally: "What is it?". And a certain voice explained to her that these are the people who made sodom sins.

In another place, Valentine saw many children and two women sitting back without turning her back. She thought: "What are these children?". And again, a certain voice explained that these are the children of unborn, killed in the womb, and that her children are also here. Then Valentine came the thought: "So I will have to answer my sin." Then she showed other places of torment, where the word was written: vices. She did not know what it means, but when she alternately showed what torments correspond to each valley, Valentine began to understand what sin and reward for him.

In the next place, she saw the fiery lava, and in this lava there were a lot of heads, which were immersed in the fiery river, they were emerged from her. And the same voice again explained that these were people who were previously magic, witchcraft, attracting, psychic. Valentina thought: "I wish for me to be in this river." Although she had no sins, but she understood that in any of these places may be left forever.

Then she saw the staircase leading to the sky. A lot of people rose on this staircase; She began to rise and she. Ahead of her climbed one woman who began to squeeze and slide on her. Valentina realized that if she moves a little to the side, then the woman would fall down. Her heart awakened in her heart to a falling woman and a desire to help her. And as soon as the desire it appeared in it, her rib cage It began to increase in size, so the woman was able to learn and relax and then continue to climb.

Following it began to rise and Valentine. And suddenly she was in such a place where everything was flooded with light; Fragrance and grace came from everywhere. And when she gained a new knowledge when she understood what grace, her soul was returned to the body in the hospital. Right in front of her lying on the couch, stood on his knees. Seeing that Valentina came to life, he immediately said: "no longer dying, I will reimburse all the losses for your injured car, only no longer dying."

As it turned out, Valentine was dead for 3.5 hours. It would seem that the term is small, but nevertheless a huge party for the cognition of the soul in the other world. Subsequently, Valentine met with the Archpriest Andrei Ustyuzhanin and talked with him, which was also shown on the Moscow TV channel. Once the mother of the father of Andrei, Claudia, was also dead - three days and also on the resurrection of his own about her seen in the afterlife. This case went to the Soviet times in the lists, and now it was well known.

(Radonezh radio station; live ether. May 1, 1998;
Vorobyevsky Yu. "Point of Omega". M., 1999)

Sister's story Euphrosnia

This document is taken from the diary of the father of Mitrofan Serebryansky, the confessor of the Moscow Marfo-Mariinsky monastery, and preceded by the inscription in the corner of the first page: "I testify to your priestly that all the Euphrosnia sister is right."

These words resemble the prayer of the priest during the cycling the surrender of confession in front of the cross and the Gospel: "Az the same witness Esm." In this case, the priest about. Mitrofan testifies before God is not just about the authenticity of the story of Sister Euphrosinia, but about the truth of him in spirit and the meaning of love and the truth of Christ, what is open with a cross and the Gospel.

Rev. Onufriya Great, whom Euphrosinia saw, - the famous ascetic IV century (his memory is celebrated on June 12 under Art. Art. / June 25, according to N. Art., On the day with the Blessed Princess Anna Kashinskaya). For the sixty years he committed in full solitude of the feat of prayers in the Fivaid desert. "The man of God," the reverend Pafnutius speaks about him, "he met me there, from the head to the legs covered with white hair and pregnant on the feet of foliage."

What could be the connection between the Fivaid Egyptian Desert of the IV century and the provincial town of Kharkiv province of 1912? How can they intersect in a quiet monastery at the Big Ordinke in Moscow, where did the sister of the last Russian Empress wave?

Nothing seems to not foreshadow a terrible revolutionary storm, but the Lord's great princess Elizabeth and her confessor about. Mitrofan is already marked by the glow of suffering for Christ.

Truly a thousand years of the future at the Lord as a day yesterday, and his saints participate in God's Council, wishing to rescue looking for help. Where eternal life, a person succeeds like a resurrect Christ, enter the doors of the rewarded; There is no time and space.

In the vision of sister Euphrosynia, the Grand Duchess of Elizabeth and father Mitrofan stand next to St. Sergey Radonezh. Their spiritual relationship is intimate and at the same time obviously. It is not by chance that Mitrofan's father received the name of Sergius in the post, and the Great Princess took the martyrdom of July 18, on the day of St. Sergius.

So from the diary about. Mitrofan of Serebryansky, the confessor of the Marfo-Mariinsky Monastery of Mercy: "I testify to your priestly conscience that everything that has been written by me with the words of Sister Euphrosynia is true" (Archpriest Mitrofan Serebryansky).

"In 1912, June 25, at five o'clock in the evening, I really wanted to sleep. Sounded to the all-night, and I, without being able to oppose, lay down and fell asleep. I woke up on June 26 at five o'clock in the evening. Natives thought I died, But the suddenness of death enclosed them to call the doctor who said that I was alive, but I sleep with a flying bed.

During this sleep, my soul saw a lot of terrible and good that I will tell in order. I see that I am completely alone. Fear attacked me. The sky darkens. Suddenly, I left something lit up. It turned out that the light comes from an elder approaching to me with long hair and a long beard almost to the ground, in a long shirt of the subsidence. His face shone that I could not look at him and fell NIC. He raised me and asked: "Where to go, the servant of God?". I answer: "I do not know." Then the elder told me: "Stand on your knees" - and began to remind me all my sins, which I did not confess. I was horrified and thought: "Who is that my thinking knows?". And he says: "I am Holy Onufry, and you don't be afraid of me." And crossed me with a big cross. "All for goodbye to you. And now let's go with me, I will lead you to all soota." Takes me by the hand and says: "What will happen - do not be afraid, just to be baptized and say: Save me, Lord. And think about the Lord, everything will pass." Let's go Rev. Onufry and says: "Look at the sky." I look and see that the sky as it turned over and began to darken. I was afraid, and Reverend Onufry says: "Do not think bad, babby."

It became completely dark, the darkness accelerates only the light emanating from the reverend onufria. Suddenly, many demons crossed us the road, making the chain. Eyes them like fire; They scream, noise, intend to grab me. But as soon as the reverend onufriy raised his hand and worked with a godmond, so demons instantly scattered, showing the sheets kicked by my sins. Rev. told them: "She repented in all his sins at the beginning." And the devines immediately broke the sheets, wall and shouting: "Our abyss! She will not pass!".

Fire and smoke came from demons, that among the surrounding darkness made a terrible impression. I cried and baptized all the time. I did not feel the heat from the fire.

Suddenly, before us was a fire mountain, from which fiery sparks rushed in all directions. Here I saw a lot of people. On my question: why do they suffer? "Rev. Onufriy replied:" For the lawlessness of his own. They did not swear at all and died without repentance, without recognizing the commandments; now they suffer before the court. "

Go ahead. I see: two deep ravines are in front of us. Such deep that they can be called abyss. I looked at the ravine and saw there many crawling snakes, animals and demons. Rev. Says: "We switched fire. How do we go to this abyss?". At this time, it sank as if a big bird, dismissed the wings, and the reverend says: "Sit on the wings, and I'll sit down. Do not be sureless, do not look down, and babby." We sat down and flew. Long flew, the elder kept my hand.

Finally kicked and steel on their feet among snakes, cold and soft, who ran away from us. Snake mountains were made from the set of snakes. Under one such mountain, I saw a seated woman. Her head was covered with lizards, the sparks were falling out of the eyes, the cats from the mouth, the snakes sucked her chest, and the dogs kept her mouth.

I asked Rev. Onufriya: "What is this woman?". He says: "This is a harmnica. She did a lot of sins in his life and never rummaged: now he suffers to court. Lizards on the head - this is for the decoration of hair, eyebrows and generally for the decoration of the face. Sparks from the eyes - for what she watched different Sleeps. Worms - for the fact that there were no words. Snakes are forn. Dogs - for bad touch. "

Go ahead. Rev. Onufry says: "Now we will come to a very scary, but you do not be afraid, babby." Indeed, they reached the place from which smoke and fire were going. There I saw a huge person, glowing fire. Near him is a big ball, fiery, and there is a lot of spokes in it. And when this man turns the ball, the flame needles come out of the spokes, and between the spokes of the demons, so it is impossible to go through them. I ask: "Who is it?". Rev. Onufrius replied: "This is the son of a devil, the burning and seducer of Christians. Whoever obey him does not observe the commandments of Christ, he goes into the eternal flour. And you are baptized, do not be afraid."

We walked through these wires freely, but from all sides there were noise and screams emanating from a variety of demons standing with chains. There were many people with them. Rev. Onufriy explained to me that people are therefore together with demons that they served under life and did not swear; There are a terrible court here.

Then we came to a huge fiery river, in which many people, and from there are shouts and moans. I was embarrassed at the sight of the river, but the old man became knees, ordered to become me and look at the sky. I did and saw the Archangel Michael, who handed us a barley. Rev. Onufriy took over the end, and she spread over the river, Arshri is three from the fire. Although I was very afraid, but he was baptized and with the help of Rev. I switched to the other side, wrecked in front of the wall.

We passed through a narrow door with difficulty and went to the huge snow icy mountains, on which there were many people, and they all trembled. Especially struck me alone, who was sitting in the snow and shouted: "Save, save!". I wanted to help him, but Reverend Onufry said: "Leave him, he did not let in the winter of his father in the winter, and that frozen; let him give his answer for himself. In general, there are people for the fact that with a cold heart treated God and people. "

After that we approached the beautiful wide river, where rev. old man I put me on the board and myself went on the water. On the other side turned out to be a beautiful field covered with greens, grass and forest. When we passed through it, we saw a lot of animals that lacquered to Rev. Onufrey.

Passed the field and approached the beautiful high mountainWhich had three stairs, as it were from gelatin, and fled from the mountain twelve streams of purest water. Near the mountain we stopped. Rev. Onufriya says: "You saw all the scary, for which people suffer. Live in the commandments of the Lord. You have all switched for two good things." But did not say for what. "Now I'm dealt to another clothes, and you have to climb, but not for this staircase."

Rev. Onufriy, I drank me with water from the stream, washed, and my blue dress, I do not know where it was. The old man dressed me white shirt, made the grass belt and gone to me. From the leaves made a hat and ordered to climb the mountain.

It was very difficult for me, but the elder substituted his hands, and gradually I had to half the mountain, but I was so extended that the elder allowed to continue the path on the stairs, and he led me over his hand and twisted it three times. Then the elder introduced me to the church, put it in the middle and said: "Be soul all in God, here is a paradise residence." My God, what beauty! - I saw there many wonderful abode of indescribable beauty; Trees, flowers, fragrance, unusual light. The elder leads me to one monastery and says: "This is the abode of the Holy Women Martha and Mary." The abode is not made of stones, but the whole covered with greens and flowers. The windows are shining through. Near the doors, on both sides, the owl, stand Martha and Maria with burning candles in their hands.

We are revealed under the tree. I see: Angels are incurred by six relaxed people in this abode, and many people went there: sick, blind, lame, torn clothes and many children. I ask: "Does this abode are so great that so many people can accommodate?". The elder replies: "It can accommodate the whole world of Christians. So you are small, and in you the whole world. Love all purely, and forget yourself, and the habit of the body that serves all passions. Try to kill the body, and decorate the soul good deeds. Look, you are carrying a relaxed person. "" Who do it bear? "I asked." Brother in Christ, "Rev. replied," Mitrofan's long-suffering shepherd and the Multi-ahead of Elizabeth's long-suffering princess.

I saw the Great Princess Elizavet Fedorovna in white shape, covered on his head, on the chest the white cross. Mitrofan's father was also in white clothes, on the chest the same white cross. I absolutely did not know before this time about the existence of the Martio-Mariinsky Monastery of Mercy. Elizavetu Fedorovna and Father Mitrofan did not know and did not see.

When they were stood with the saints Martha and Maria, both, Elizaveta Fedorovna and Mitrofan's father bowed to them. And then the saints of Martha and Maria also entered the abode, and for them we. The abode inside was beautiful. Mitrofan's father and Elizaveta Fedorovna again came out of the monastery, already alone, and also with burning candles. They approached us and bowed to the St. Onufrey, who appealed to them and tells them: "I give you this stranger to you and the clarity and bless you under your cover."

At the same time, the elder told me to make the Father Mitrofan and Elizabeth Fedorovna. Both of them blessed me with a big cross. I say: "Stay with them." But the elder replied: "You will come back, and then come to them." We're going. Wherever I look, the Lord is known everywhere. The beauty of Paradise can not describe. Some other light: gardens, birds, fragrance; Earth is not visible, everything is covered like velvet, flowers. Wherever you look, Angels everywhere: their great set.

I watch: Christ himself, the Savior stands, visible ulcers in their arms and legs; Face and clothes shine, so it is impossible to look. I fell NIC. Near the Lord stood Holy Mother of God with outstretched hands. Cherubim and Serafima pang incessantly: "Rejoice, Queen!"

There were many martyrs and martyrs. Some were dressed in bishops, others in the organizers, third in Diakonsky. Other in excellent colorful clothes; All the crowns are on their heads. Rev. Onufry says: "These are the saints who suffered for Christ, everyone was tolerated humbly, with patience, they walked in the footsteps. There is no sadness and suffering, but always joy."

I saw there a lot of familiar dead. I saw some there, now still alive. Saint Onufry strictly said: "Do not say those who are still alive, where you saw them. When the body dies, then the souls will be ascended by the Lord, although they are sinners, but good deeds and repentance of their souls are always in the sky."

Holy Onufriy put me and says: "Your hope is here." Start passing many saints in different clothes: in wonderful, and in the poor; Who with a cross in hand. Rev. Onufriy takes my hand and leads to paradise. Everywhere such a gloriousness of God and the unceasing song: "Saint, holy, holy ..." the jets of silver water flow. Rev. Onufrius headed: "Every breath is praised by the Lord!"

We entered the reverend onufrey in one wonderful place where the angels are incentively singing: holy, holy, Holy Lord Savaof ... Glory in the Vychny God ... and: Allilouia.

A wonderful spectacle opened before us: away, in the light of an impregnable, the Lord retells our Jesus Christ. On one side of him was the Mother of God, and on the other - St. John the Forerunner. Sonslam Archangelov, Angels, Cherubimov and Serafimov surrounded the throne; Many of the saints of indescribable stood near the throne. Their bodies are easily similar, transparent; Clothes brilliant, different colors. Around every dazzling shine. On the heads of some crowns from some special metal, better gold and diamonds, and on others - the crowns from the paradise colors. Some kept flowers or palm branches in their hands.

Pointing to one of them, standing in the right row, Rev. Onufry said: "This is the Holy Elizabeth, which I handed you." I really saw the one to which I was already led by Rev. Onufriya, in! The detention of the human. There she was among the cripping, nurses, patients - in general among the suffering she served on Earth. And here I saw her, but already in holiness, in the face of saints.

"Yes, I see her," I replied to the reverend onufrey, "but I am unworthy of life with her. After all, she is bright, and I am very sinful." Rev. Onufriy said: "She now still lives on Earth, imitating the lives of Holy Female Martha and Mary, observing the soul and body clean, creates good deeds; her prayers and the cross of the sorrows, which she is too bad, raise her soul to heaven. Her There were also sins, but through repentance, the correction of life she goes to the sky. "

From the dignity I was turned to the ground. Under the legs there was something like a crystal greenish sky. I see: all the saints pairly approach Christ and worship him. Elizabeth Feodorovna went and the father of Mitrofan and returned to their places. The Princess Elizabeth was dressed in brilliant clothes, the radiance and inscription from the light letters around the head: "Holy Multi-Shaken Princess Elizabeth." Her hands are folded on the chest; In one hand the golden crucifix. Beautiful Saint Lick shines with unearthly joy and bliss; Wonderful eyes are raised up, in them - the holy prayers of a clean soul, a narrowed God face to face.

Rev. Sergius Radonezh was standing near the Saint Elizabeth on the left side, and the right hand is Mitrofan's father, in the bishop closure. Rev. Onufry said: "You do not think that you deserved it was all this to see and stay now here. No, your dead body is waiting for you, it's only your soul with me. When your soul goes into the body and you will come back again for sinful long-suffering The land that is completely bleeding, then I will bless you in that abode, where the princess Elizabeth and father Mitrofan met. "

I asked: "Is there such a beautiful abode on earth?". Holy answered: "Yes, there is, flourishes and crawled on the sky, through good deeds and prayers. Look, you saw everything good and bad; and you know that you will not enter here without a cross and suffering, and repentance of all the sinners here leads. Look : Here is your body. " "Indeed, I saw my body, and I was scared." Rev. Onufriy crossed me, and I woke up.

An hour and a half, I could not talk, and when he spoke, began to stutter. In addition, my legs rushed to the knees, and I could not walk, I was worn. Doctors could not heal me. Finally, on September 25, 1912, I was brought to the women's monastery of Bogodukhovo Kharkiv province, where there was a miraculous Kaplowan icon of the Mother of God. On September 26, I joined the Saints of Christ Tain, served prayer in front of this icon, and when I was brought to her and I was attached, I was instantly healed.

Here I remembered that I told me Rev. Onufriya, when I was near the Mother of God: "Your hope is here."

Right after sleep, I decided to remove from the world, and after healing, I could no longer wait for the opportunity to go to the abode. I was called to enroll in the Bogodukhovsky Monastery, where I was healed. But I told nuns that I would like to go away from friends. I asked about the Saints Marfe and Mary, but no one knew about the monastery called them name. Once I came to my Bogodukhovsky Monastery, and the nuns told me: "Evphroshnia, you want to go away from acquaintances. I arrived from the monastery Maunda and Mary; there was our Vasilissa Poor."

Hearing it, I was horrified and delighted. Soon I came the answer from Vasilissa, that I can go to Moscow. January 23, 1913 I went and entered the monastery.

I can not transfer that I experienced the monastery in the temple and hearing the singing of the path with the sainted righteous wives of Marfe and Mary. "

It is recorded by the father of Mitrofan on October 31, 1917.
("Mavels of the Marfo Mariinsky Resident of Mercy". M., 2000)

Vision of Olga's novice

Olga's novice vision was recorded in the Kiev Pokrovsky Monastery Caring for Juming Sofia (Grineva) in April 1917. Young Olga was the obedient of Rzhishchev Monastery. If I'm not mistaken, this monastery was subordinated to Pokrovsky.

February 21, 1917, on Tuesday of the week of the second great post, at 5 o'clock, Olga ran into the psalter and, putting three earth Pokallon, said the nun-honor, which came to change: "I apologize, Mother, and bless: I came to die." Not that joke, not that seriously the nun replied: "God will bless, the hour is good. Happy you would have been if they died in these years." Olga at that time was about 14 years old.

Olga lay down on the bed in the psalter and fell asleep, and the nun continued to read. In half the morning, the sister began to wake Olga, but she did not move and did not respond. Other sisters came, they also tried to wake, but unsuccessfully. Breathing from Olga ceased and the face took a deadly look. It took two hours in the concern of the sisters and in the troubles near the problem. Olga began to breathe with her eyes closed, they said in forgetting: "Lord, as I fell asleep!".

Olga slept three days without waking up. During sleep, he told a lot that he was noted on words and began to record. It was written to the following from her words.

"A week before Tuesday of the 2nd week I saw," Olga said, "in a dream of an angel, and he ordered me on Tuesday to go to the psalter to die there, but that I didn't tell anyone in advance. When I was on Tuesday In the morning in the psalter, then looking back, I saw the horror in the image of the PSA fledging on the hind legs after me. In the fright I rushed to run, and when I ran into the psalter, then in the corner where the icons, I saw the Holy ArchReart Mikhail and aside - Death with oblique. I was frightened, crossed and lay down on the bed, thinking to die. Death approached me, and I lost feelings.

Then the consciousness came back to me, and I saw Angela: he approached me, took my hand and led on some dark and uneven place. We reached the Rib. Angel went ahead along a narrow blackboard, and I stopped and saw the "enemy" (demon), who manifes me to himself, but I rushed to run from him to the angel, who was already on the other side of the Rib and called me too. The board, thrown through the moat, was so narrow that I was afraid to move through it, but the angel turned me, filming my hand, and we went with him for some kind of narrow path. Suddenly, the angel disappeared from sight, and immediately appeared a lot of demons. I began to call on the Mother of God to help; The demons instantly disappeared, and an angel again appeared, and we continued the way. Having reached some kind of mountain, we again met demons with charters in your hands. Angel took them from the hands of the demonic, handed them to me and ordered them to break. On the way, our demons appeared more than once, and one of them, when I was behind my heavenly guide, I tried to frighten me, but an angel came, and on my grief I saw the Mother of God and exclaimed: "Mother of God! You please Save me: Save me! "

I fell on the ground, and when it rose, then the Mother of God became invisible. It became light. On the way they saw the church, and under the mountain - the garden. In this garden, some trees bloomed, and others were already with fruits. Under the trees were broken by beautiful tracks. In the garden I saw the house. I asked Angela: "Whose house is it?". "The nuns of Apollinaria lives here." It was our nun, recently died.

Here I again lost an angel out of sight and found myself from the fiery river. I needed this river to go. The transition was very narrow, and it was not possible to move on it, how to cross the leg. With fear, I began to move and did not have time to reach the middle of the river, as I saw a terrible head in it with a stressful eyes, revealed to the mouth and the long tongue. I needed to step over the language of this horror, and I was so scary that I did not know what to do. And then suddenly, on the other side of the river, I saw the Holy Great Martyr Varvaru. I prayed for her help, and she stretched out my hand and translated to the other coast. And already when I crossed the fiery river, then looking around, I also saw another sorry in it - a huge zmia with a highly raised head and a wounded mouth. The Holy Great Martyr explained to me that this river must be cross each and that many fall into the mouth of one of these monsters.

Further path I continued to go with the angel and soon saw the longest staircase, which seemed to be, and the end would not be. Having risen through her, we reached some dark place, where I saw a lot of people for a huge precipice who would take the seal of the Antichrist, - the fate of them in this terrible and sinking abyss ... I also saw a very beautiful man without a mustache and beard. He was dressed in everything red. In appearance, he seemed to me about 28 years old. He walked past me very quickly, or rather ran. And when he approached me, it seemed extremely beautiful, and when I looked and I looked at him, he introduced a devil to me. I asked Angela: "Who is this?". "This," Angel replied me, "the Antichrist, the one that will torment all Christians for the holy faith, for the Holy Church and for God's name."

In the same dark place, I saw the newly died bowl of our monastery. She was a cast-iron mantle, which she was covered. The nun tried to freeze from it and suffered greatly. I touched the mantle hand: she really was cast iron. This nuns begged me so that I ascertained the sisters to pray for her.

In the same dark place I saw a huge boiler. Under the boiler was divorced fire. There are many people in the boiler; Some of them shouted. There were men and women. Before the fires popped out of the boiler and put firewood under it. I saw other people there standing in the ice. They were in the same shirts and trembled from the cold; All were Bosy - both men, women.

I also saw the extensive building there, and there are also many people in it. Through their ears, iron chains raised to the ceiling were extended. Huge stones were tied to her hands and legs. Angel explained to me that these are all those in the temples of God kept themselves seductive and obscenely, they themselves talked and listened to others; For that they extected the chains in the ears. Stones are tied to the legs to those who in the church went from place to place: he himself was not standing and the other could not stand calmly. To the hands of the same stones were tied to those who were incorrectly and carelessly assumed the cross sign in the temple of God.

From this dark and terrible place, the angel with the angel began to climb up and approached a large brilliant white house. When we entered this house, I saw in it an extraordinary light. In the light of this stood a large crystal table, and there were some unprecedented paradise fruits on it. The holy prophets, martyrs and other saints were sitting at the table. All of them were in multicolored robes that glide wonderful light. Over all these sites of the saints of God, in the light of the insistentness, sat on the throne of the wonderful beauty, was sitting on his right hand our sovereign Nikolay Alexandrovich, surrounded by angels. The sovereign was in the full royal attire, in a brilliant white porphyre and crown and kept the scepter in his right hand. He was surrounded by angels, and the Savior - the highest Heavenly forces. because of bright light I could watch the Savior with difficulty, and I looked free on the earthly king.

The holy martyrs led between his conversation and rejoiced that lately And that their number will multiply, as Christians will soon torment Christ and for the rejection of the press. I heard the martyrs said that the churches and monasteries would be destroyed, and before the monasteries would drive the living in them. Not only monks and clergy, but also all Orthodox Christians who will not take place will be tortigid and oppress themselves and will stand for the name of Christ, for faith and the church. I also heard they said that our sovereign would no longer be and that the time of all the earthly approaches the end. There, I heard that with Antichrist, the holy lavert will rise to heaven; All holy worship will go with their bodies, too, on the sky, and all living on Earth, chosen God will also be admired by the sky.

With this meal angel led me to another evening. The table stood like the first, but somewhat less. The Holy Patriarchs, Metropolitans, Archbishops, Bishops, Archimandritis, Priests, Monks, and Moorish in some special robes were sitting at the Great Council. All these saints were in joyful mood. Looking at them, and I myself came to an extraordinary joy.

Soon the saint Feodosiya was in my companions, and the angel disappeared. With her, we went to the future path and rose to some excellent hill. There was a garden with flowers and fruits, and in the garden there are many boys and girls in white clothes. We bowed to each other, and they wonderfully sangs "worthy there." In the distance I saw a small mountain; It was the Mother of God. Looking at her, I indescribably rejoiced. The Holy Martyr Feodosia led me to another paradise monastery. The first on top of the mountain we saw the indescribable beauty of the abode, an observed fence from shiny transparent white stones. The gates of this monastery published a special bright shine. At the sight, I felt some kind of joy. The Holy Martyr opened my gates, and I saw a wonderful church from the same stones as the fence, but also lighter. The church was extraordinary magnitude and beauty. On the right of her part there was a wonderful garden. And here, in this garden, as in previously visible, some trees were with fruits, while others only bloomed. The gates to the church were open. We entered it, and I was amazed by her wonderful beauty and countless many angels that were filled. Angels were in white shiny clothes. We crossed out and bowed to the angels who singer at that time "worthy there are" and "to you, God, praise."

A straight road from this monastery led us to another, in all the first, but somewhat less extensive, beautiful and bright. And this church was filled with angels that sang "worthy." The Holy Martyr Feodosia explained to me that the first abode was the highest angelic ranks, and the second - the lower.

The third abode I saw was a church without a fence. The church in it was as beautiful, but somewhat less bright. This was, according to my companion, the abode of the saint, Patriarchs, Metropolitans and Bishops.

Without entering the church, they went further and on the way there were several more churches. In one of them - monks in white clothes and hoods; Among them, I saw Angels. In another church there were monks with worldly men. The monks were in white hoods, and worldly in brilliant crowns. In the next monastery - the churches were nuns in all white. The Holy Martyr Feodosia told me that it was Schimonakhini. Schimonakhini in white mantles and hoods, with them there were worldly women in a shiny crown. Among the nuns, I learned some nuns and obedients of our, still living, and among them - a deceased mother of Agnia. I asked the holy martyr, why some nuns in the mantles, and others without mantle, some of our obedients in the gowns. She replied that some, who did not win the mantle in life on Earth, will be awarded it in the future life, and, on the contrary, who received the mantle during life will be deprived of her here.

Going further, we saw a fruit garden. We entered it. In this garden, as in previously visible, alone trees were in bloom, while others with ripe fruits. The tops of the trees walked between them. This garden was wonderful of all the former. There were small houses, exactly cast from crystal. In the garden of this we saw ArchReart Mikhail, who said to me that this garden is a dwelling of the deserts. In the garden, I saw in the garden, and going on, men. All of them were in white clothes, monastic and non-monastic.

Coming out of the garden, I saw in the crystal shiny column crystal roof. There were many people under this roof: monks and worldly, men and women. Here ArchReart Mikhail became invisible. Next, we had a house: he was without a roof, the four of his walls were from pure crystal. Its donated erected as if in the air cross, dazzling shine and beauty. In this house there were many nuns and obedients in white clothes. And here I saw some of our monastery between them, still alive. Even further stood two crystal walls, as if two walls of the started building at home. There were no two other walls and the roofs. Inside, along the walls, stood benches: they were sitting on male and women in white clothes.

Then we entered another garden. In this garden stood five houses. The Holy Martyr Feodosia told me that these houses belong to two nuns and three obedients of our monastery. She called them, but told the names to keep them in secret. Near the houses grew fruit trees: the first - lemon, and the second - apricot; The third is lemon, apricot and apple tree, the fourth is lemon and apricot. All the fruits were ripe. The fifth trees were not, but the places for the landing were already dug.

When we left this garden, we had to go down. There we saw the sea; People were transported through him: some were in the neck of the neck, only some hands were visible from the water; Some moved by boats. Me Holy Martyr translated on foot.

We also saw the mountain. On the grief in white clothes stood two sisters of our abode. The Mother of God stood above and, pointing to me one of them, said: "Sea give you to earthly mothers." From dazzling light emanating from the queen of heaven, I closed my eyes. Then everything became invisible.

After this vision, we began to climb the mountain. All this mountain was littered with all-smelling flowers. Between the colors there were a lot of tracks that dreamed in different directions. I was glad that so it's good here, and at the same time I cried that we would have to part with all these wonderful places, and with angels, and with the Holy Martyr.

I asked Angel: "Tell me where I have to live?". "And Angel, and the Holy Martyr replied:" We are always with you. And wherever to live, you need to endure. "

Here I again saw ArchReart Mikhail. At the holy bowl, who accompanied me, was the holy bowl, and he met me, saying that otherwise "enemies" would prevent my return. I bowed to my holy guides, and they became invisible, and I again found himself in this world with great sorrow. "

"In the first days of his sleep," Anna told me. "Anna," Olga looked around in a dream the cervical cross. "By movements it was seen that she showed him to someone, someone threatened, baptized them and herself baptized. When the first time I woke up, I spoke sisters: "This enemy is afraid. I threatened and baptized, and he left. "

Then they decided to give her a cross in her hand. She firmly closed him in his right hand and did not let him down 20 days so that it was impossible to take it with force. When we awakened, she led him out of his hand, and before falling asleep, again took it in his hand, saying that he needed that she was easy with him.

After 20 days she did not take him no longer, explaining that she stopped led by dangerous places where the "enemies" met, and they began to drive around the abode of the paradise, where there was no one to be afraid.

Once, during her wonderful sleep Olga, holding a cross in one hand, the other dismissed his hair, covered their former shelter on her neck. When I woke up, I explained that I saw the wonderful young men in the crowns. The young men also filed her the crown, who she put on his head. In this time, she must have laid a golk.

March 1, on Wednesday evening, Olga, waking up, said: "You will hear what will be on the twelfth day." Former sisters here thought that this is the number of month and that some change can happen in this number with Olga. Olga replied to these thoughts: "on Saturday". It turned out that it was 12 day her sleep. On this day, we have learned about the renunciation of the sovereign from the throne. The first learned about this by phone from Kiev. When Olga woke up in the evening, I told her in a terrible excitement: "Olya! Olya! What happened something: the sovereign left the throne!".

Olga calmly replied: "You only heard about it today, and we had talked about it there for a long time. The king has been sitting there for a long time with heavenly king." I asked Olga: "What is the reason?". "What was the reason for the Heavenly King, what did they do with him: expelled, pone and crucified? The same reason and this king. He is a martyr." "Well, I ask," will it be? ". Olga sighed and replied: "Tsar will not, now there will be an antichrist, but for now the new board." - "And what, this will be for the better?". "No," says, "the new board will cope with his affairs, then it will take for monasteries. Get ready, get ready for everything in a journey." "What a journey?" - "then you will see." "And what to take with him?" - I ask. "Some handbags." - "And what in my handbags suffer?". Here Olga said one old secret secretly and added that they would still suffer.

"What will happen to the monasteries? - I continue to trust. - What will be done with the cells?". Olga answered: "You will ask what they will do with churches? Is there some monasteries will be crowned? They will drive all who will stand for the name of Christ and who will oppose the new board and sudden. Will not only be crowned and drive, but will be To cut the joints. Just do not be afraid: there will be no pain, no matter how dry tree will cut, knowing who they suffer for. "

"But we, - I say, - and in the monastery some other driven." "That, - answers, does not immediately come, but this persecution is immediate."

At the same time, the sister's conversation regretted the sovereign: "Poor, Poor," they said, "the unfortunate sufferer! What he suffers the renovation!". Olga smiled having fun and said: "On the contrary, the happiest is happy. He is a martyr. It will suffer, and there will be forever with heavenly king."

19 The day of his sleep, on Saturday, March 11, Olga, waking up, told me: "Hear what will be on 20 day." I thought it was the number of months, and Olga explained: "on Sunday". On Sunday, on Sunday, March 12 was 20 days of her sleep ... (Further, the vision does not concern the initial experience and the personality of the sovereign). "

... after it was long in great thoughtfulness and longing and crying. The sisters answered: "As I do not cry, when I will not see anything that I saw, and everything is more likely, even the fact that I was pleased to be nice, everything is disgusting for me now, and then there are still these questions ... Lord I would rather go there! ".

When then was recorded in Kiev former with Olga, she said: "Write - don't write: all one thing - do not believe it. Now the time has come. Unless then turn out when it starts to execute that from my words."

These are visions and wonderful sleep Olga. I saw her this Olga and an old man, I was talking to them. On the form of Olga, the most ordinary peasant teenage girl, a little bit, not an outstanding look. Eyes only she was good - radiant, clean, and there were no lies or a lie in them. Yes, how was and lie, and pretend to be a whole monastery, and even in such an environment - almost 40 days without food and drink? !! .. I believed and believe: Amen verb you: Ince it does not fit the kingdom of God, it is a degree, not to be understood in not (Lux. 18, 17).

(Nilus S. "on the shore of the River". SPb., 1996;
"Russia before the Second Coming." M., 1993)

Nataria

In winter, 1923/24, I got sick with inflammation of the lungs.

For eight days, the temperature was kept by 40.8 degrees. Approximately the ninth day of the disease I saw a significant dream.

At the very beginning, in half feces, when I was ruling to create Jesus prayer, I was distracted by vision - the beautiful pictures of nature, which I like sailed. When I listened to music or watched wonderful landscapes, leaving a prayer, evil power shocked me up to the head, and I was soon taken for prayer. At times came to myself and saw a clearly all surrounding the situation.

Suddenly, my confessor appeared near my bed, Hieromona Stephen. He, looking at me, said, "Let's go." After all my heart, the teachings of the Church regarding the danger of confidence in visions, I began to read the prayer "God will resurrect ..." After listening to her with a quiet smile, he said: "Amen" - and as if he took me somewhere.

We found themselves as if in the depths of the earth, in a deep dungeon. In the middle traced a stormy flow with black water. I thought about what it would mean. And in response to my thought, Father Stephen without words, mentally answered me: "It is Najakia for condemnation. The condemnation never says goodbye."

In the deep stream, I saw my friend, while alive at that time. I thought about her with horror, and she seemed to be dry. The meaning of the seen was such: if she had died in that condition, in what was at that time, she would have died for a sin of condemnation, not covered with repentance. (She, it happened, said that children for the purpose of disgusting from sin should be accustomed to condemn the foolish people). But since an hour did not come after her, she could cleanse her great sorrow.

We went to the source of the stream up and saw that he follows from under huge, gloomy, heavy doors. It was felt that behind these gates - darkness and horror ... "What is it?" - I thought. "There is Nataria for mortal sins," the leading presenter thought. There were no words between us. The thought responded to the idea directly.

From these terrible, closed tightly gates, we turned back and as if climbed above. (Unfortunately, I do not remember the entire sequence of seen, although I transmit all the visions completely accurately).

We turned out to be as if in the shop of the finished dress. On the hangers there was a lot of clothes. It was unbearable stuffy and dusty. And then I realized that these dresses are my mental wishes of good clothes throughout life. Here I saw my soul, as if crucified, hung on the hanger, like a suit. My soul accurately pretended to the dress and died, choking in boredom and tomming. Another image of the suffering soul was here in the form of a mannequin planted into a cage and thoroughly dressed. And this soul suffocated from the voids and boredom of those vanity vain wishes that mastered in life mentally.

It became clear to me that in the case of my death here I would suffer, Tomgovy, in dust my soul.

But Father Stephen spent me further. I saw the counter with clean linen. Two of my relatives (at that time still alive) shyly underwear from place to place. Nothing particularly terrible as if this picture did not imagine, but I was again with an incredible boredom, the languor of the Spirit. I realized that such would be the passage of my relatives, if they died by this time; They did not commit deadly sins, were girls, but did not care about salvation, they lived without meaning, and this aimless would move with their souls into eternity.

Then I saw as if a class filled with soldiers, with a reproach looked at me. And then I remembered my unpriced work: one time I had to deal with embankment warriors. But then I left, did not respond to their letters and requests, leaving them on the arbitrary of fate in the difficult transitional time of the first years of the revolution ...

Then I was surrounded by a crowd of beggars. They stretched to me hands and spoke to mind, without words: "Let, give!" I realized that I could help with these poor people, but for some reason I did not do it. The indescribable feeling of deep guilt and the full inability to justify himself filled my heart.

We went further. (I also saw my sin, which I never thought about, - ungratefulness in relation to the servant, exactly what the work took it as something proper. But the image was visible forgotten, only the meaning remained in memory).

I must say that it is very difficult for me to transmit seen images: they are not captured by words, grief, tile.

Here the way tanned the scales. On one bowl, my good deeds were poured into one cup, and there were no noise with noise and flew around with a dry crucible. Empty nuts: it was a symbol of my vanity, self-position. Apparently, these feelings fully devalued everything positive, as the bowl with empty nuts turned. Of good deeds without impurities, sin did not turn out. Horror and melancholy embraced me. But suddenly, a pie or a piece of cake fell from somewhere, and the right side turned. (It seemed to me that someone gave me "loan" his good deed).

Here we stopped in front of the mountain, the mountain of empty bottles, and I was aware of the horror that this is the image of my pride, empty, pompous, stupid. The presenter thought to me in response that if I had died, then on this solarium I would have to open every bottle, which would be an inspired work and a barren.

But here the father Stephen waved as if some kind of a giant corkscrew portrayed grace, and all bottles were opened. I, freed, went further.

It is necessary to add that I walked in monota clothes, although at that time I was just preparing for the ass.

I tried to step in the footsteps of the confessor, and if I stepped past, the snakes got out and tried to worry me.

The confessor was first in the usual monastic robe, which turned into a royal purple mantle.

We approached the raging river. It was stood some evil man-like creatures, thrown into each other with a frantic malicue thick logs. Seeing me, she screamed with some insatiable malice, devouring me with his eyes and seeking to pounce on me. It was Navern anger, manifested, unrestrained. Looking around, I noticed that the saliva creeps behind me, the magnitude of the human body, but without forms, with the face of a woman. In any words, I can not convey the hatred that sparkled in her eyes unleading me. It was my passion of irritability, as if an identical informality of irritability. I must say that I felt there my passions, which developed and revealed in life, as something one with demons, they excite them.

This saliva wanted to crush and strangle me all the time, but the confessor rejected her, mentally speaking: "She also died, may repent." Relentlessly, with inhuman malice, looking at me, she crawled for me almost to the end of Natarests.

Then we approached the dam, or the dam, as it were, as it were, with a complex system of the tubes, through which the water was selected. It was an image of my anger of restrained, internal, the symbol of multi-solid mental evil constructions that had only in the imagination. If I had died, I would have been like through all these tubes to squeeze, polling with incredible flour. Again, the feeling of terrible unrequited guilt covered me. "Not dead," said Stefan's father and led me further. For a long time, I rumbled and mad splash from the river - anger.

After that, we again as if climbed above and got into some room. In the corner, as if warmed up, there were some monsters, without! Fashionable, lost the image of human, covered and strengthened with some disgusting stamp. I realized that it was naughty for obscenity, pokhabny jokes, indecent words. I thought with relief that I was not sinful in this, and suddenly heard these monsters spoke to terrible voices: "Our, OUR!" And I remembered with striking disconnectness, as I, being a ten-year-old gymnasium, wrote in a class with a friend some stupidity on paper. And again the same unrequency associated with the deepest consciousness of guilt, covered me. But leading with the same mentally uttered words: "I have not died yet," I took me. Nearby, as if when leaving this fenced cat, I saw my soul in the form of a figurine enclosed in a glass jar. It was Najaria for fortune telling. I felt here, as humiliates, diminishes the immortal soul of divination, turning it like in a lifeless laboratory drug.

Further in the opposite corner, as if through the windows, leading to the next lower room, I saw countless confectionery products, placed by the rows: these were eaten sloant me. Although the demons I did not see here, but from these manifestations conquered during my life of the manifestations of the Cheremogodiya imagined demonic evidence. I would have to absorb all this again, without pleasure, but as if under torture.

Then we passed by the pool filled with indispensably rotating hot, as if melted, golden liquid. It was Naparacy for mentally perverted creature. Lyutoy flour has sunk from this melted moving fluid.

Then I saw my soul of my friend (not yet deceased) in the form of a wonderful color and ridiculous in the form of a flower. It consisted of wondrous pink petals folded into a long tube: Neither the stem nor the root was. The confessor approached, cropped the petals and, deep typing them into the ground, said: "Now bring the fruit."

The soul of my cousin was nearby, the whole thoroughly laid by military ammunition, as if souls, actually, and was not. Brother This very much loved the Military Affairs for himself, did not recognize any other classes for himself.

After that, we moved to another, a smaller room, in which there were freaks: giants with tiny heads, dwarfs with huge heads. I immediately stood in the form of a huge dead nun, like a wooden. All these were the symbols of people who conducted a mobilical life, without obedience and leadership: some of those prevailed the body feat, others had too developed rationality. With regard to myself, I realized that there would be a time when I leave obedience to the confessor and would die spiritually. (I happened when in 1929 I violated the advice of Father Stephen, went into the split, not wanting to recognize Metropolitan Sergius, the future Patriarch. Blowing away from the Tree of Life, I really dried out, dead and only in the intercession of the Most Holy Mother of Mother of God returned In Lono Church). My legs seemed to be shaped to the floor, but after the hot prayer of the Mother of God, I got the opportunity to go further after the Father Stephen. It was not weataria, but as if the image of my future deviations from the right way to salvation.

Then a number of huge empty temples were reached, for which we were tedious for a long time. I barely moving my legs and mentally asked Father Stefan about when this path will end. He now thought to me in response: "After all, these are your dreams, why dreamed so much?" The temples through which we passed were very high and beautiful, but alien to God, temples without God.

Unever times they began to meet the nations, in front of which I, kneeling, was confessed, while presenter, waiting, standing nearby. The first priest to whom I was confessed was the father of Peter (our cathedral protoier, from whom I did and confessed the first time after this dream). Next, I have not seen during the confessor's confessor, but it was often confessed with analogue. All this told me about my upcoming life, about salvation through the frequent sacrament of confession.

Suddenly we heard a drum battle and looking around, saw in the wall on the wall of the icon of St. Theodosia Chernigov, who as if reminded of me. The saint stood in novel in full height, alive. I remembered that recently ceased to pray him.

Then, when we went further, the saint Nikolai Mirlijsky came to meet us. It was all pink and gold, like rose petal, permeated with the golden rays of the sun. My soul shuddered against contact with the shrine, and I was horrified by NIC. The very painful of spiritual ulcers, as if naked and illuminated from the inside of this amazing intraceancy with holiness. Lying NIC, meanwhile, saw the saint Nikolai kissed the confessor on his cheek ... We went further.

Soon I felt that the Mother of God could go down to us. But my shared sining soul was desperately noticed from the impossibility of direct communication with the shrine.

We went and felt something close. Almost at the very exit, I saw the Natarism of one of my acquaintance, and at the exit - one nun, which was like throwing up on the board up. But here, other people's sins did not attract completely about my attention.

Then we entered the temple. The airfold was in the shade, and the main part of the temple is flooded with light.

High in the air near the iconostasis stood slim figure Girls of extraordinary beauty and nobility, clothed into a purple gown. Oval ring in the air surrounded her saints. This wonderful girl seemed an unusually familiar friend, native, but I was in vain rushing to remember who she is: "Who are you, dear, native, infinitely close?" And suddenly something inside me said that this is my soul, given to me by God, the soul in that virgin state, in which it was from the font of the baptism: the image of God was not still distorted. They surrounded her holy intercessors, I do not remember who exactly, one, I remember, was as if in ancient saint clothes. From the window of the temple, a wonderful light was raised, illuminating all with meek shine. I stood and watched, simping.

But here, a terrible creature on pork legs, a depraved woman, ugly, low, with a huge mouth, with black teeth across the abdomen, came up from the twilight shadow of the Greater. Oh God! This monster was my soul in the present state, the soul, distorting the image of God, without! Shaped.

In a mortal hopeless melancholy I fought. The monster, as it were, I would like to get down to me with gloating, but the lead pulled me with the words: "I still didn't die," and I rushed in horror about him to the exit. In the shadow, around the column, sat and other similar freaks - other people's souls, but not to other people's sins it was.

Leaving, I looked around and again with melancholy I saw in the air, at the height of the iconostasis, the native, close and long forgotten, lost ...

We went out and went on the road. And then how would my upcoming earthly life be depicted: I saw myself among the antiques listed by the snow of monastic buildings. I was surrounded by nuns, as if: "Yes, yes, it's good that I came." Move me to Igumen, who also welcomed my arrival. But for some reason I didn't want to stay there, herself wondering himself in a dream, since during this period of life (before illness) was already striving for monastic.

Then somehow we came out from there and found themselves on a desert road. A majestic old man with a big book in his hands was sitting near her. My confessor with his knees in front of him, and the elder, pulling out a sheet from the book, filed his father Stephan. He took it and - disappeared. I understood - died. Disappeared and old man. I stayed alone. In bewilderment, with fear, I went ahead, farther along the desert sandy road. She led me to the lake. There was a sunset. From somewhere came the quiet church ringing. On the shore of the lake, the wall was Bohr. I stopped in complete bewilderment: there were no roads. And suddenly, gliding above the ground, the figure of the confessor appeared in the air in front of me. He had a cadyl in his hands, and he looked at me strictly. Moving towards the forest face to me, he Kadil and as if called me. I followed him, not descending with his eyes, and went into the school of the forest. He slid through the trunks of the trees as a ghost, and all the time he Kadil, relentlessly looking at me. We stopped at the gland. I knelt down and prayed. He, silently gliding around the clearing and not descending with me strict eye, shifted her all and disappeared - I woke up.

Several times during this sleep I came to my senses, I saw the room, I heard the breath of sleeping relatives. Consciously not wanting to continue the dream, I read a prayer, but again against the will as if it went out of myself.

When I now finally woke up, I clearly realized that I was dying, and then I felt all my life as aimless, who did not prepare me for eternity.

"For nothing, life lived," I said, and with a hot prayer straightened to the Queen of Heaven, so she asked me for repentance. "I promise to live for your son," - resulted out of the depths of my heart. And at the same time, like a fertile dew, hung me. Heat as it did not happen. I felt ease, returning to life.

Through the shutters, in the gap, I saw the stars that call me to a new, updated life ...

The next morning the doctor stated my recovery.

(Norki Sergius (Klimenko).
"Last deploying a scroll ...". M., 1998)

Meeting with the Lord

Previously, when I only came to Orthodox faith, it seemed to me that the Lord, seeing our sinfulness, would not be more wonders. But what happened to me soon made me think differently. And I am ready to tell about everything. But for this, perhaps, will begin in order.

My way to Orthodoxy turned out to be difficult and forgively long. I was born in the times of active construction of "Paradise on Earth", when it stubbornly suggested that there is no God, and "Religion itself is a opium for the people." Most completely contacted Orthodoxy. And in my soul, the attitude towards the faith of ancestors was firmly rooted as something back and primitive.

But the question is, what is the meaning of earthly existence, began to worry me quite early. And from the ornament, I tried to comprehend the mystery of nature, studying her. Having spent not one year for it, I did not get a intelligible response. Intuitively, I felt that life was not suitable for the material manifestation of life and, perhaps, more diverse and complicated. I guessed that the inner nature of a person, his soul, somehow connected with an invisible life. At one time I was fond of psychology and philosophy. But a variety of theories did not inspire confidence, and I stopped interested in them.

At that time, the concept of "Creator", "Creator" was already twisted at that time in my mind. But I stubbornly avoided the concept of "God", which was associated for me with fanaticism. And as a result, with all the disadvantage, he plunged into the vigorous set of oriental beliefs, so tempting promises to open the truth. Suddenly I began to guess that I was stubbornly "dodged the nose," trying and at all to lead from the truth.

Without relying more on your strength, realizing only full of its insignificance before incomprehensible, I checked the Creator with all my sincerity and despair, filling me: "Lord, bring me to yourself! Specify the way leading to you, truth! ..". From that moment on, I just lived and breathed this inner prayer-plea.

And the Lord heard me. And opened the way to himself. I accepted the holy baptism. Soon the Orthodox religion, deeply tours of me, became the only meaning of life. I was shocked that all my life went next to the truth, without knowing this. It is possible that the lord of the ancestors will be worthwhile, the Lord and led me to her so thorny.

On this mercy and the generosity of the Most High to me did not end. Suddenly I gained an extraordinary state of inner peace and peace, unknown me earlier. At the same time, my unhealthy body had a miraculously unhealthy body suddenly freed from the captivity of numerous sores. The body was revived, feeling a long time forgotten youthful freshness. And it seemed to me that I got all these extraordinary gifts forever.

This continued not one month until I was ascended by the church life with her amazing sacraments. At first I did not realize at all, for which these new forces are given to me. And instead of multiplying them and go to them, I began to spend them unreasonable and beless. Gradually, increasingly indulging in mortal fumes, I began to neglect the services, forgetting about the sacraments, so eat and clean the soul. And what was the result? All gifts, given to me by grace over, I also unexpectedly lost. Then then all my former diseases and returned to me, but with even greater force. And the inner quiet replaced the exhausting soul. As if I did not touch the grace of God at all.

By that time I was already forty years old. And in the hands of the late child, which is only five and a half years old. It was necessary to take care of him, feed, wear it. And forgotten about the most important thing - about the salvation of the soul, I fully plunged into the household chest. My existence without God again began to be like a meaningless, the turmoil run, from which I constantly felt only incredible fatigue.

My happiness, the Lord again watched me and heard my weak, but desperate appeal. And this time he revealed his limitless mercy. Another day before that, I do not know anything at all, I still indulged in a worldly bustle. I worked as an artist and tried to fulfill a large order for a long time. Sharply deteriorating health made me at the end of work immediately go to the doctor. I have not appealed for a long time medical help. And dry words of the surgeon: "Tomorrow urgently for the operation ..." - appeared for me shock. Inside me, everything is immediately frowning. Suddenly, all my life, life in which there was no longer time to stop and thinking, unexpectedly and sharply stopped, frozen before the terrifying unknown. "How am I? .. What will happen to me? What will happen to my loved ones, with my little child? - I thought I.- After all, the operation is to be under general anesthesia. And this means a considerable chance of my sinful soul to leave the body! With She will appear before the Lord? .. "

Allowing the financial difficulties of the family, I worked the day and night, completely forgetting about God. For more than a month I did not attend the temple, did not confess, and the Saints secrets did not come. The accumulated unskilled sins are soul. But I justified such a long fisosion of the temple before his new conscience and before God, temporary circumstances, strong fatigue and a disadvantage of time. With the sudden news about the upcoming all my life and its values \u200b\u200binstantly changed. And in this long and painful night before the operation I did not sleep at all, thinking that only the salvation of the soul was left most important and only for me. The consciousness of its sinfulness led to Zagachi despair. And inside me, everything was burning painfully burning fire. With difficulty waiting for the morning and leaving cooking to the hospital, I quickly rushed into a familiar monastery to the priest, who had always been confessed before, hoping that he would not refuse to help me. To my great happiness, the father was in the monastery. More than an hour I spent in cardiac repentance and crying in my sins. The Lord was so merciful that he did not refuse me and in the communion of the Holy Taine. I immediately became easier. The sacraments took a heavy cargo with my overshadled soul. And the instructions of the priest who did not beat the truth, set me on the worst, helped me to cope with animal fear and properly prepare himself to surgery. Finally calmed down, I betray myself the will of the Most High.

All remaining time before surgery, I only told Jesus prayer. Trying not to lose her, I lay down on the operating table. When "went" anesthesia and in the mouth felt a chill, thoughts began to break up, as if to melt. And I managed to say mentally only: "Lord, in your mouth ..." But then, by gathering with the forces, feeling all the importance of this prayer in such a responsible moment of your life, I still agreed: "... I betray my soul."

Prior to this incident, I have repeatedly transferred operations under general anesthesia. And every time she came to himself, there was only a feeling of deep sleep without dreams. And this time ... When I negotiated the prayer, I seemed to flew somewhere. At the same time, the consciousness did not leave me for a split second. I seemed to emerge in another dimension. I confess immediately that the fact that the beginning of occurring with me from this moment was out of earthly sensations and concepts. And with all the poverty of the human language is not subject to full description. But I still dare to do it, led by the will over.

Nothing in me and out and remotely reminded me. All human sensations disappeared immediately. All the earthly gone, disappeared without a trace. But I knew exactly what it was me and that all this happens to me. Feeling ourselves were so not terrible and solid that the human mind is not possible to appreciate it. On the ground, burdened by flesh, feeling very limited and closed on their "I". In addition, the human consciousness, constantly torn by the flow of thoughts and a squall of emotions, has no integrity, as I understood the time after time, appreciating my condition there.

So, my consciousness was concentrated together well and clearly. In the next moment I suddenly wanted to determine myself, realize: what am I there, what am I going? And my consciousness unexpectedly and invisibly suddenly separated from me itself. And I saw myself from the side. And was able to consider himself very detailed. It sounds on earth, at least, strange and implausible. But there is its own reality and its laws of being, absolutely not subordinate to our understanding ...

If we talk about time, then all this episode occurred very quickly. But the time! Little concepts there are also peculiar: the time there there is a time there. And the moment when I considered myself from the part, was an independent and capacious piece of time in the general course of instant events, or not stopping the moment.

The next moment I saw in front of myself a huge bright space causing the late, bright joy. This immense light space extended to the horizon, which was clearly visible. And for me, I felt, there was a face separating me from the abyss (so I felt the place where I had just "came"). I, as it were, was on the plane, under which there was a dark and deaf abyss. This invisible and unknown plane separated that oppressive, gloomy abyss of the endless light space in which I now turned out to be.

Even on Earth, before the operation, I desperately prayed that the Lord will give me even at least a little time, at least the smallestness of him to distribute the debts of the neighbor. I painfully prayed him that he would give me this opportunity. And when it turned out to be there, I had the only goal. Everything was subordinate to me and concentrated on this purpose. It was an insurmountable desire and certainly get to him. Who was over all and in everything to whom everything is subject to everything. The word "God" in my mind was absent at that time. But I clearly knew that this is the last instance, the vertex of everything, the judgment. I needed to get to him with a request. With a request that I brought with him from there, from where I just came, and there was nothing more important in me and nothing for me. It was the only important thing for me. I did not even realize, did not think about what this request consists. But it was precisely this request and was the only driving factor forcing me with an insurmountable thirst for him to strive for him, - this is what came and overwhelmed me.

For some reason, I felt quite lonely. But it was only a moment. Because the next moment (regardless of me and my motive) suddenly began the movement in which I was not alone. And I immediately felt this whose presence, although I did not see anyone. But someone or something very warm, great, reliable suddenly arose from somewhere next to me, guarding and accompanying me in the beginning of suddenly movement. It was a feeling that such an unexpected appearance of someone was given with a higher enforcement, from sympathy to me who fell into unusual conditions, in support and direction of me. And I immediately felt confidence and confidence in the unknown war and tried to transfer my intentions to my companion. But it turned out to be completely unnecessary, as he and without my notice knew everything about my intention here. And, unquestioningly obeying my main desire, he fascinated me.

I will make a little digression to add your story. After a couple of days after the operation, a neighbor visited me. I told her without any details about the fact that during the operation "traveled." Here she remembered that more than seven years ago, as well as under general anesthesia during surgery, also traveled. She began to describe everything in great detail, and I was amazing with an amazing similarity (even in trifles) with my impressions. The impressions of her journey were so strong that she remembered everything with no clear clarity for more than seven years. But there was one, and a very significant difference in our travels. Namely: Nobody accompanied my friend there, and she experienced a sense of immense loneliness there. I can also further supplement that she believes in God man, but not Orthodox and unresolved, denying Christ as the Savior.

Now I will continue again about your journey. The satellite, which guided our movement with him, felt everything clearer and clearer. I have ever been aware that he is obliged to show me all this and I have to go through the whole route defined to me above. But I still owned only one goal most of all - to get to him as soon as possible. My companion seemed to have slipped everything that happened in me. Any movement in me immediately, as thought, was transmitted to him, as if when conversing two people well understand each other. But our tongue with him was not completely human. Having caught my impatient desire, my walking unquestionedly obeyed me. We soon found themselves in a limited space, in the center of which there was a certain funnel. This funnel led to some unknown space under our, as if inside it. I was in indecision stopped completely close with this funnel. I stopped and my warmed. We, as if something led, feeling that you need to stop.

Now I had the opportunity to see your companion with all the details. He was neither a man nor a woman. Long wavy hair dropped from the head on the outstretched wings and merged with them together. It was a robe that hidden limbs. My whole satellite is his head, a face, long loose hair, wings and clothing - flicker, shimmering with color waves, which was very similar to the transfusion of light along the pearl surface of the sea shell. His body was not like a coarse human flesh, but as it were, it consisted of an opaque dense ether. The fragrance that came from my companion was not just a smell. It was an unusually wonderful spiritual aroma, like which on earthly conditions I never felt. His face, radiating unearthly peace, was soft and imperturbable. On the face there were eyes, and nose, and mouth. But all this was a single, without sudden boundaries and outlines, even more expressing this softness and excellence of the face.

Later, on Earth, I tried to understand why my satellite was so amazingly familiar to me, as if reminded of someone. I remembered time after time. Yes, yes, undoubtedly, "Trinity" Andrei Rubleva! Amazing faces icons reflect the same non-vulnerable and calm, the same softness and the excellence of unearthly peace. And even the external similarity, the proportions of the face and body are very close to the appearance of my companion, which very much resembled the same, images from ancient Russian icons. And I thought that in a prayerful feat, holy icon painters opened true in! The Introduction of the world of invisible, hidden from sinful, carnal eyes.

While I looked at my companion, he gave the approval to understand me that we had my desired goal. All the time of our communication, I clearly felt also the fact that, obeying me, he was more manageable and fully subordinate to the will over, which is invisible, but an integrally supervised and managed it all the time. I also sensiblely felt that my companion knew what I was not dedicated to. But for some reason I did not arise the slightest desire to learn more that I was having faced over.

The next moment I saw how the same as I, with my walking, suddenly, from somewhere, lightningly rushed into a funnel and disappear there, as if retracting, sucking into her. They, like colorless transparent shadows, flashed one by one. The satellites kept their wards between the wings, carefully covering their invaluable wear. The space where I was lingering with my walking on an unclear reason for me, it was for them only a brief moment on the way to their goal. My satellite, seeing the flame trees, smoothly turned his head, and I saw his as beautiful profile. For some time, he was calmly observed for what was happening as if waiting for something. Suddenly, an insurmountable thrust arose in me - the desire to follow with everyone in this funnel. But my companion instantly caught what was happening in me and immediately gave me to understand that I would join him. Without thinking, I immediately found himself under his open right wing. And already from there, as from reliable asylum, observed what is happening. My impatience was increasing more and more, and I was perplexed: what are we waiting for? I was not so failed to submit to the general movement and follow a mounted funnel. But my satellite seemed to wait a moment to inform me what I herself had to guess and not insist on my. In the end he told me: "Not time."

He told me it very convincingly and firmly. And I immediately, without thinking, agreed with him, as if I instantly understood everything that I was not time there. From now on, I suddenly felt how I began to move down, already in another space. I seemed to have fallen out of that measurement and went down, I flew alone, without my spent. But his sudden disappearance was not alarmed and did not scare me.

I fell through a white fog, rather, it was a white light, and I was serene, well and deceased. All my desires, who previously occupied all my creature and were the most significant and important for me, unexpectedly disappeared, dissolved, without leaving the trace. The bliss that I felt in return cannot be expressed, because I didn't feel anything at least someone in my life (and I didn't even suspect about the like). Everything around filled the condition of endless and limitless love to me and to the surrounding me.

It was a comprehensive love, love emanating from him, the love that permeed and covered my whole creature, opposing me for children's devotion and as disinterested love for his creator. Blessed thrill, limitless happiness filled me. The whole thing I like existed only for the sake of this tremendous love for him, at the same time absorbing the love emitted by the Almighty. And there were no borders, no limit of the depth of this comprehensive and all-standing love. It seemed that everything that exists at all is only love and nothing more.

For some time I descended so enjoying unearthly serene happiness and sweet bliss. But when I descended below and was already outside the white light, the feeling of bliss disappeared immediately and without a trace. And I instantly mastered the inhuman cry crying. I seemed to come to feel: because I could not convey to him the most important thing that I had done the whole way. And the awareness of this plunged me into the indescribable horror.

Establishing "gaze" up, I began to call God. In my mind, the concept of "God" has already appeared. I cried to him with despair and cry, repeating incentively: "Lord, forgive me! Lord, save my child!" - But not even words, but as it were, all your being. The feeling of unbearable grief was immensely deep. I seemed to have lost something that was the only meaning of my being, and now only from inhuman pain, a loyal scream and a unlucky lance in God. Yes, because I lost that limitless love, and it was painful, mournfully and unbearably for me. I died every second again and again, burning incessantly from painful pain that admired me.

Later, on Earth, I also mentally returned to the memories of the infinite Divine Love and to the memories of non-supported grief, comparing them. Probably, it was not by chance that I was shown such a huge difference of these states. Now they, these states, like two points between God and Darkness, constantly remind me of the meaning of my earthly existence and what I should strive for all the forces in this life. The memory of that pain and grief, which I experienced the conclusion from God, brought me to the idea that even having experienced it, I can only vaguely guess the hopelessness and suffering, in which the sinners in hell, looking around to God. And their terrible pain is great not only because they burn in hellish fire, but because they are torn off from God, from his limitless love. And this cutoff from God is not there is a burning in hell, and sophisticated demonic flour and louder torture is not a consequence of whether the complete convergence and absolute insecurity of Divine love? Now I realized that human nature, fully concerned about absorbing worldly concerns, is not able to understand all the horror and hopelessness of the sinner, wearing in hell. We live on earth as if death with her inevitable changes in Genesis will not affect us personally.

My hopelessly crushed crying was not stopped and more and more soul. So she continued for some time ... But suddenly at some point I felt clearly that I see him. And his presence immediately filled with white light. It was something mighty and comprehensive, not having specific forms that fill out all the existing and radiating dazzling white light, the light of the neurotic eternal sun. Dazzling greatness of the creator caused me even greater trembling and sobbing. I was shocked and absorbed in everything that was revealed to me. Then I noticed that there is still someone next to him, but much less, and his outlines with a common silhouette resembled human: head and as if the upper part of folded wings and shoulders, everything else was immersed in white fog-light. Face I also did not see, as he also dissolved in white light. I felt love and warmth emanating from him towards me, and also that he is familiar with this warmth and participation to me. This someone, so I feel familiar to me, spoke with him (God), and I clearly understood that this conversation directly concerns me. He as if petitioned for me before God. And in my not interrupted by an instant the desperate cry suddenly unwittingly broke out of incredible strength of the crushing in his sinfulness, which was more and more express.

And the Lord seemed to listen to my crying. And the fact that I was finally heard to them, began to act soothingly on me, as if my love was returning to me again. But, oddly enough, my crushed crying was still not stopped, he became deeper and stronger.

At some point, white light and everything he contained began to disappear, as if dissolving. And I felt that I descend into a more dense layers. From contact with this density sensation gradually began to change to less pleasant. Plach-prayer in me was still not stopped, and moreover, intensified, but he expressed already, along with repentance, and deep gratitude to the Almighty.

I descended everything below and below, while I suddenly did not hear the voices, sounding already in the earthly, and scraps of the phrase: "... she wakes up ...". Although there were no bodily sensations, but somehow I felt that I was shifted somewhere. I saw a white fog in front of myself and thought that, perhaps, I was returning back, where he was just descended. Later, I realized that it was a hospital wall covered with white tiles. But before that, I could not understand for a long time where I am. From some moment I realized that I appeal to the Lord aloud, human language. Sometimes I interrupted my hint prayer to the Lord to ask questions addressed to the previously heard voices: "Where am I? .. I'm on earth? .. I am a person? ..".

In response, I heard the mild voice of the sister, soothing me by the affirmative answers. Gradually, I slowly began to realize that this is really me that I am on the ground and that it was already over all that I should have happened to happen, but what exactly - I have not realized.

Before the operation, I was very afraid that I could not wake up and that my relatives would be shocked by this loss that they would be very hard without me. And my petition for him (to God) consisted of a request to leave me yet on earth to "distribute the debts of the neighbor." And most importantly, my sinfulness was very effective for me. And I was well aware that I could not "leave" with such a bad position of my affairs ...

My desperate cry of crying continued, and I felt that I was burning like a hot iron. Later, I realized that I was so badly buried. These were tears. They flowed from my eyes stream, so that the neck was wet. Gradually, all me began to fill the new bodily pain. And I felt how slowly returning to my body.

My return to the body was long and unpleasant. Especially at the first moment of the awareness of what is happening. I felt an unpleasant earthly gravity, which, like molten lead, was poured into me, severe chagrin and deep disappointment from returning to Earth.

But, despite so negative and unpleasant feelings, in my crying cry, together with gratitude, also entered the realization that my request is still heard to them ...

According to the nurse, I wrote for more than one and a half hours to God, desperate and tearful. I hardly convinced me to make noise, because in the ward there were still sick, after which I stopped praying out loud, but continued to do it in my thoughts for a long time, until I had a sleepy oblivion.

I began to operate at six o'clock in the evening. At two o'clock in the morning I woke up, remembering everything very brightly. I am still stronger and stronger to master the relentless desire to get up and write down everything that happened to me. Most more confidence that I should do it not for myself, but for someone. As if someone forced me to do it. I had the impression at that moment that what happened to me there is so natural and there is nothing special about it. It seemed to me that anyone was close to all those experiences that I had there, that it was available to everyone ... But the growing coming from somewhere more than the requirement was still forced me to capture, fix on paper what remained in my memory . And, everything is also perplexed about the unclear demands from the outside, I eventually stood up with bed, obeying calling over, and with difficulty driving a relaxed body after anesthesia, I wrote down everything.

Before that, I did not have to deal with writing work. And I was very struck by the feeling that I was my hand, as if something owns something. In consciousness from somewhere easily poured what I should write down. And I did not make up large Labor to do this. At some point I suddenly thought: "Perhaps this is necessary for someone; perhaps, this story about extraterrestrial journey will help to find someone faith in the fact that our life is not just a brief and meaningless moment on earth and The meaning of this brief Mig is so important for the future, imperious life. And most importantly, on my example someone can find faith in the true God. " Previously, before what happened to me, I was often tormented by Maltoria and doubts. I came to Orthodoxy some nine months ago. And now I know for sure: God is!

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People's time I decided to add my records by what, I hope, can present some value for a believer.

This operation was March 14, 1996, during the Great Post. And what happened to me during her, I was sure there was no sleep. Undoubtedly, it was a reality. The impressions of sleep, as a rule, fill up and erase from the memory. Even the brightest day life events will gradually fade and forgotten. And this! .. I remember everything, to the smallest details, so bright! ..

And what happened to me the first time after the operation can also be attributed to amazing. Truly generosity of the Lord has no boundaries. He punishes the sinner with great love. Having honored me with a serious test, he generously awarded me, repaid a veil of the mysterious and inaccessible to many mortals. And what I have acquired for a short moment of tests, deeply entered my soul.

After returning to Earth, about three months was the feeling that I did not completely returned to the body. It was a feeling that I like a newborn baby. And the whole world was perceived by me completely in-one. It was an extraordinary sense of unity with all living on Earth, as if I was a single body with all people, a sense of equality before Most High with any person, let the wispiem and sinful. I very keenly felt the fact that we for God are one whole, and therefore I had a deep awareness of responsibility for all. I felt that we were not entitled to offend our neighbors and we need to live only with love to each other. There was a surprisingly deep sense of love for the whole earthly - nature, plants - and an amazing feeling of pleasure every moment of earthly existence. It was like a feeling of sincere thanks to all the Almighty. For everything that happened to me, it happens and may still happen. It was a sincere desire no longer sin and not offend the neighbors.

After the operation, the fear of the child's fate absolutely disappeared. I understood how the Lord loves all of us and cares about all of us, only we do not always understand this and often oppose his good friend. And I realized a lot deeper that every our request to God would undoubtedly be heard.

One of the most valuable acquisitions received by me there was a complete absence of fear before death. Previously, before faith in God, I often woke up at night, experiencing a chilling, grave horror before death. Life with such a terrifying end seemed to me then meaningless and worthless. I saw that we, people, as primitive insects, spoken in earthly concerns, creating fragile and short-lived structures - structures of ants. And more and more understood that a person stubbornly seeks the meaning of life in this process, inventing numerous and most complex theories of being in his smallest. And it was impossible to hide from ourselves that all this instantly scattered with such an inevitable and inevitable fact like death. A common existence theory that we live to continue the kind, also did not calm me. And, obviously, not wanting to accept frightening inevitability, I tried relentously to find a more reliable justification for human existence. Intuitively, I felt that there was still a deeper and indisputable excuse for each human life. And so, thanks to Orthodoxy, I managed to radically change my attitude towards earthly life and death. I realized that the life for which we are so desperate and convulsively cling to, turns only in dust and dust at the legs of the Lord. And given to me over experience really showed that death (in understanding an unbeliever person) is not. And there is only a deliverance from all extra and preventing and acquiring the integrity of a true "I" in an inextricable connection with God. I firmly included the consciousness that the true reality is there, and our earthly so-called reality is only imaginary reality, no more than the illusion taken for reality. And if my "journey" can be called only the first step towards death, then death itself is to get rid of earthly existence in endless painful passions.

Now death for me is no longer frightening inevitability, darling reasoning, causing animal fear to unknown. Death for me now there is liberation, the gift of God. The earthly stay, compared to heaven, turned out to be so immensely painful and oppressive, and unforgettable memories of the "white light" so sweet real, which would change the earthly stagnation on the heavenly insidency for me now only happiness and a dream. But ... even when I was on the way from there, I me, instead of horror before my death, took possession of the all-absorbing horror for my sinfulness. And when my consciousness returned to the body, the fear of sin fully supplanted animal fear of death. And the horror of the fact that I did not redeemed my sins before God, so great that makes it makes more thinking more about the paradise of bliss, but about eternal burning. Now I understand that only the death of the righteous is deliverance, and the death of a sinner is terrible with its despair. I became more and more understood that the Lord is needed only a soul, overshadowing repentance tears.

Yes, pain is a serious test. But, probably, this is the only thing that can deeply shake a person, forcing him to change his eyes on the very earthly existence and revive him to a new life. We do not appreciate this gift - life, forgetting about a brief moment, given by the Lord. I clearly remember that there I have preserved the most pronounced traits of my character who managed me and there. This is an assertiveness and anxiety, inability to wait. Now I can only conclude that it is necessary to educate my character here on Earth. There it will be too late. There we will only be supplied to the accomplusing fact ...

Unusual at first after the operation there was a relation to food. I will not hide, that all my life one of my sins was a gluttony, with which I was successfully fought, I again fell into it. First time after the operation I did not want to eat at all. Not that there was no physical desire, but simply this food process suddenly lost its meaning for me, becoming simply incomprehensible. There my soul was played in! The guise of the Lord, and nothing more was required. And no other replacement for spiritual food she did not expect living with unearthly grace. So I was openly an absolutely amazing fortune, when neither the flesh, nor the soul burdened by coarse physical food (which did not want to be struggled at all). But my soul still returned to the ground, back to the body. From this it was not to leave, it had to take, as will be over. And the body eventually demanded her food. At first I was very grieving because the soul is increasingly coming into the sleepy state, the state of dismisses and immunity. My connection with what was there, from a mighty flow turned gradually in the finest thread. Thread, which still connects me with the world. And this I manage to survive this is now in this hard and indifferent world. Yes, the world of earthly seems so cold and worn compared to heavenly ...

For a long time, on returning from there, I was silent about one more stunning fact of fact. I understood that he could cause most people with most people. But now, after time, gradually returning to the usual worldly existence, I understood: what I hid, can reveal the eyes to many people on our true earthly existence.

For the first time, three days to return to Earth were especially painful for me. The fact that I am going down, I saw and felt from contact with the ground, I plunged my renewed soul into the oppressive state. The Earth presented to me as a huge murdering garbage, littered with the mountains of living human corpses sising on it. Their kidding and created imaginary visibility of life on Earth. The terrible unearthly stench came from these living human corpses, from which my soul suffered and incredibly. From this earthmap, which I previously, living here, did not notice and did not suspect, my soul rushed back into the sky. It seemed to me that my true homeland was there, in heaven, and here I was again for some ridiculous accident, by a strange mistake. I returned from there like a newborn baby. And I had the complete helplessness of this newborn, the vane infant and insecurity from contact with the terrible earthly reality, which opened to me.

Especially injured me close contact with people. Many of them had a hidden strong aggression and anger, and it saw me with all frankness. It seemed that their angry content was about to splash out of them, and they only hardly restrain this inner launch. Their inhuman views, burning from somewhere from the inside, like red coals; Eyes, full of anger and malice, delivered me an incredible mental pain. I was very sorry for these people, and at first I sincerely cried in their sins. But gradually it became more difficult for me to touch them. At some point, I felt that my sorrowful cry had ceased to them, and suddenly the feeling of resentment was increasing.

It was a resentment for these people, for their such a distinguished state, but this is unbearable painfully painted my soul. I came to my senses and began to pray for myself. But, obviously, late ... The land really lies in evil. Staying here, on Earth, we remain only intense, weak people. And together with this offense, something bad thing was included in me, something oppressive and heavy, powerfully enveloping everything inside, causing the condition of the daridity after bright, unearthly joy.

Subsequently, the dark forces were mercilessly attacked me, I felt at me, as I felt for my rebirth. Through close and dear people, these "nonhumans" tried to destroy me and bright in me. With bitterness, I felt my helplessness. And only a continuous connection with God - prayer and faith - saves me.

Somehow in the monastery, where I go to the service, I was still far from an old man. He very sank away from drunkenness, and an unpleasant tart smell came from him, as his clothes were impregnated with what he went to himself. I did not notice how he was next to me, and from the smell, who suddenly hit his nose, was involuntarily turned around. And the first thing that came to my head was: how are we with our sins to dortim without noticing it? And what do you have to endure our guardians from us? .. The second that I thought: probably, the Lord led this unfortunate here, in the temple, during the service is not in vain. This is a good reminder to us, sinful, about our deplorable state.

And the Lord often reminds of our true state by sending us grief and illness. Subsequently confirmed that my disease relates to oncology and simply called cancer. That the surgical intervention in my body was generally contraindicated to him, as it may aggravate the situation, causing the rapid growth of metastasis. It turned out that, hurrying, the surgeon made a medical error. And instead of the alleged wiring, quickly scared over the past year and a half and causing strong headaches, he removed the oncological tumor.

Before the operation, the word "cancer" itself, as well as the suspicion of this disease in himself, horrified on me. But after what happened to me there, the disease of the body, which had previously caused inhuman despair, stopped being terrible for me. Soul's disease - that's what makes money acquired for me and forced it to shudder from thoughts about the consequences of it. Awareness that body disease is only a reflection of the soul disease, changed my attitude to life. At some point I was struck by the secret similarity in the sound of two words - "cancer" and "sin". Sin is a cancer tumor of the soul, I understood. And if it does not avoid sin in time, he can fully master the soul and lead it to death. Then the death of the body will be only due to the death of the soul. I do not know what it would be with me if I didn't clear my soul with repentance before the operation. I even scary to think about the likely outcome. I suspect that, burdened by many sins, my soul could not climb. Rather, she would be doomed to fall into the abyss ...

Some familiar look at me now as a doomed patient, I am going to hide your sympathy. But I myself know that it is from this disease that my true healing began, the healing of my sore soul, affected by a tumor of sinfulness. And I realized that this operation was more on the soul than on the body. As if eliminated the heavy, oppressive damper, separated me from God. Although the doctor made a mistake, but it doesn't even think about it or even more to scold him, as I believe: everything happened with the highest permissions. And very grateful for all the Almighty.

Sometimes I was thinking about why I was awarded such a mercy. For what such merits I was given to try it all? And I did not find an answer to this question, recalling that my whole life was only a crime before God. And I think that only the petition of my deeply believers saved me from the perception of the abyss, at the edge of which I was so close to all the unreasonable life. Yes, only their strong prayer Before the Lord, for the unreasonable perishing child, such wonders with me, desperate to the sinner, could create such wonders. And the prayer for me, I suppose was strong, since all my ancestors and the mother's line, and along the line Pope turned out to be priests. The sufferer case of one of them, the Archpriest Alexy Porfiryev, is described in the recently released dual-volume of the Hieromonach Damascus (Orlovsky) "martyrs, confessors and devotees of the piety of the Russian Orthodox Church of the XX century." I learned all this, even when I came to faith and began to be vividly interested, by whom my relatives were, because I vaguely remembered that in childhood he accidentally heard of adults about the fact that my great-grandfather was a priest. Later, I learned from archival data that he was very respected in Nizhny Novgorod with an archer. The remaining relatives, having in the nature of the famous and for that paid lives of the servants of the Orthodox Church, carefully hid from us, children, the whole, sometimes very terrible, truth, as they lived in incredibly difficult conditions of persecution.

For all the Lord, our glory and now, and dreamily, and forever. Amen.

(A story of a resident of St. Petersburg Natalia Sedovoy.
"Lampada", annex to the Orthodox newspaper "Blagovest".
Samara, No. 1, 1998)

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