The story of a nun who came to life on the third day after her death.
(sorry for bad translation)

She saw her body from the side-lying on the operating table.
Medics were bustling around. An iron-like device was pressed to his chest.
- Discharge! — shouted the Professor Psahes.
His body jerked. But she felt no pain.
- Discharge!
— The heart does not respond!
- Discharge! More! More!
Doctors tried to "start" her heart for almost half an hour. She saw the young assistant put his hand on the Professor's shoulder:
- Boris Isaakovich, stop. The patient is dead.
The Professor pulled off his gloves and removed his mask. She saw his miserable face, all beaded with sweat.
"What a pity! Boris Isaakovich said. - Such operation, six hours worked...
"I'm here, doctor!" I'm alive! "Oh!" she cried. But the doctors didn't hear her
voices. She tried to grab the doctor by the robe, but the cloth didn't even move.
The Professor left. And she stood by the operating table and watched as
spellbound, at her body. The nurses put him on a gurney, covered him
sheets'.
She heard them talking:
- Again a hassle: the visitor has passed away, from Yakutia...
-Her family will take her.
— She doesn't have any relatives, only a young son."
She walked beside the gurney. And shouted:
-I'm not dead!" I'm not dead! But no one heard her.

Life.

Nun Antonia remembers her death with trepidation:
-God is merciful! He loves us all, even the last sinner...
Antonia is constantly fingering her rosary beads. Her slender fingers tremble. Between
the thumb and forefinger see the old tattoo is barely visible letter
«A»
Mother Antonia catches my eye. I feel embarrassed, as if I've spied something forbidden.
-It's a memory of the prison past —" says the nun. — Initial letter
my name. My passport says I'm angelina. In his youth a passion daring
been...
-Tell me!"
Mother Antonia looks at me searchingly. It feels like she's seeing
right through me. A minute seems like an eternity. Suddenly will be silent,
suddenly will refuse?
Our meeting was not accidental. In Pechora the Pskov region, where close to
the famous Holy Dormition monastery lives 73-year-old mother Antonia,
I
arrived, having received a message from friends of believers: "We have a wonderful
there is a nun. She's been to the next world."
Mother Antonia, as it turned out, in the recent past was an organizer
and the abbess of the convent in Vyatskie Polyany, Kirov
areas. After the third heart
attack on weakness of health was sent to
rest. With journalist "Life" agreed to to meet only after,
as received recommendations from clerics.
It seems to me that she sends my request somewhere upstairs. And receives the answer. My breath catches.
Finally she says:
— Tell. Not knowing my past, not understanding what happened to me after death. What was it was...
Mother Antonia makes the sign of the cross. Barely heard, only lips,
whispers a prayer. It feels like going back in time requires her to
a lot of mental
and physical effort, like a swimmer who will
dive into the swirling maelstrom.

Childhood.

"I was born in Chistopol. It is a small town on the Kama in Tartary.
Dad, Vasily Rukavishnikov, went to the front as a volunteer. Died on
Bryansk region,
in the partisans. Mother, Catherine, remarried-for an old man,
he was thirty years her senior. I hated him so much that
ran away from home.
Got into an orphanage in Kazan. She said she was an orphan. At the end of the war trained
I together with my friends to the machine operator and was
sent to the mine in
Sverdlovsk region. On the first day we had a riot — because of
molestations'.
We are youngsters, and the miners there are cunning. In the first same day groped... Well I
she encouraged her friends to run to Moscow, to comrade
Voroshilov. Complain.
Got on the footboards of the carriages, was a desperate, bold. Spent the night in
Gorky Park, in the bushes, clinging to each other...
- In the morning I, as the smallest, on kind of me gave years twelve, went
in exploration. Picked on the bench uncle, more solid. Approached, asked,

how to find Voroshilov. The uncle answered that the appointment is conducted in
reception of the Supreme Council on moss street. We found this waiting room.

Came there in a crowd. "Where?"- the militiaman at a door asked us.
And I'm like, " Run, girls! It's not Voroshilov!". Such a noise we
they arranged for everyone to run away. And then I see Voroshilov enter. I love him

photos knew. Took us with him. Was told to bring sandwiches, tea.
Listened. And asked: "want to Learn?"Yes!»
- "Tell on whom, to you will write out the direction". I chose geological
College in the Kemerovo region... And there came the trouble with the thieves contacted.

Stupidity and starvation. I liked the way they lived: risky,
It's beautiful. I got a tattoo so everyone could see I was lucky.
Only
to walk for a long time did not work: our gang was caught... In prison I don't
like it.
— When I was released, I made a vow to myself that I would never go to jail."
get. Married, went to Yakutia - in the village of Nizhny Kuranakh.

Worked there "Yakutzoloto". The order even deserved-Labor red
Banner's... First, everyone in the family was okay, gave birth to a son, Sasha.

Then the husband began to drink.
And beat because of jealousy. Then I gave up. I did not grieve — so with him
I suffered! And then there was the disease. At first, I did not attach importance,
and
then, as perishing pressed (several times consciousness in broad daylight lost), to
doctors went. Examined and found a tumor in the head.
They were sent urgently to Krasnoyarsk, to the clinic of the medical Institute. I'm crying:
"Save me! I have one son, another schoolboy-he will
remain an orphan!".
Professor Pages undertook to operate... She knew the operation was dangerous,
she was scared! Then and Pro God evoked the.
Before such an atheist
was, blasphemer, and here on mind prayer came. Or rather, a poem
spiritual, which I once in my childhood, one woman taught.
"The dream of the virgin" is called.
About Jesus, all his suffering. Almost all of the gospel is in these verses
retold... They took me to surgery, and I'm shaking and " Dream of the virgin»
whisper.
Gave anesthesia, drill skull have become... I don't feel any pain, but that's all
I can hear them messing with my head. Long operated. Then, as through
dream,
heard, as me on cheeks slap.
"Everybody," they say, " Wake up!"I woke up from anesthesia, jerked,
I wanted to get up, get up, then my heart stopped.
And me as if
something pushed out of her body — out of herself, as if from a dress,
slipped...

Death.

...A gurney with a lifeless body was taken to a cold room without Windows.
Angelina stood beside him. I saw her body transferred to the iron
couch.
As pulled off with feet Shoe covers, which were on it during operations.
How to tie an oilcloth tag. And shut the door.
The room went dark. Angelina was surprised: she saw!
— To the right of my body lay a naked woman with a hastily sewn slit
on her stomach, " the nun recalls. "I was amazed: I'd never seen anything
like it before."
know her. But felt, that she me almost native. And what I know from
how she died — there was a volvulus. I was scared.
dead.
She ran to the door — and through it! She went out into the street and
petrified.
The grass, the sun-all gone! I run forward, and I do not have a road. How
tied to the hospital. Return conversely. Doctors, patients in wards and
corridors see.
And they don't notice me. A stupid thought occurred to me: "I
now the invisible man!". Funny the most became. She began to laugh, and me
no one hears.
I tried to pass through the wall-it turned out! Returned
back to the dead room. She saw her body again. Hugged herself, began to drag,
cry.
And the body doesn't move. And I wept as I had never wept in my life.
before, nor then-not sobbed...

Hell.

Suddenly figures appeared beside me as if out of thin air. I have them for myself
called-warriors. Dressed like St. George on the icons.

Somehow I knew they were coming for me. She fought back. I Shout: "Don't
touch, fascists!"They imperiously took me by the hand.
And there's a voice inside me
sounded: "Now you will find out where you will get!"I was dizzy, in the darkness
dipped.
And this came flooding back — the passion! Pain and anguish impossible.
I yell, swear all sorts of things, and it hurts me more and more. Pro these agony to tell not
can-words such simply there is no...
And then in my right ear like someone
quietly whispers: "Servant of God angelina, stop swearing — you less
torment will become...". I was quiet.
And behind as if wings felt. Flew somewhere. See:
a faint light ahead. Firepaw is flying, too, and I'm afraid to fall behind.
him.
And feel, that right from me, as a bee small,, too, someone
flies.
I looked down, and there were a lot of men with gray faces. Hands up pull,
and I hear their voices: "Pray for us!"And I before I die,
she was an unbeliever.
The child was christened, then to the temple did not go.
I grew up in an orphanage, then we were all raised atheists. Just before
operation Pro God and evoked the... That " bee " on the right I do not see, but
feel it.

Paradise.

Suddenly I felt like I was on the Ground. But all brighter, more beautiful,
blooms like spring. And the smell is wonderful, everything is fragrant.
I was still amazed:
at the same time on trees both flowers, and fruits-after all so does not happen. Beheld
the table is massive, carved,
and behind it three men with identical hair
beautiful faces, as on the icon "Trinity".
And around many-many people. I don't know what to do.
Flew up to me those warriors (angels) who came to the morgue, put me on the
lap. I bent my face to the ground,
but the warriors picked me up and
gestures have shown that so it is not necessary, and it is necessary that shoulders were straight,
and
heads bowed on his chest... And the conversation began with those at the table
sat.
It struck me that they knew all about me, all my thoughts. And their words like
themselves emerged in me: "Poor soul, that same you so much sins gained!»
And
I was terribly ashamed: suddenly I clearly remembered every bad day
every act, every bad thought. Even the ones that I have long forgotten.
And me
suddenly felt sorry for himself. Understand that it is not lived, but did not blame anyone —
she ruined her own soul..

I suddenly knew what to call the one in the middle,
said, " Lord!"He said — in my heart from that heavenly bliss
stepped.
The Lord asked, " do You want to go to Earth?»
"Yes, Lord!"And look around, how nice it is here!"He hands up
raised. I looked around — and well, all was shining, it was unusually
beautiful!
And inside me, something happened that I had never experienced before:
heart, infinite love, joy, happiness — all at once.
And I said, " God Forgive me, I am unworthy!"And then came the thought of
and I said: "my God, I have a son Sasha, he is without me
lost!
She's an orphan, she didn't stay out of jail. I want him not to
gone!"The Lord replies ,' you will return, but correct your life!»
"But I don't know how!» — «Learn. On your way there will be people, they will prompt! Pray!"But how?"— "In heart and thought!".

Future.

— And then the future was revealed to me: 'you will remarry.' "Who am I
will take this?"He'll find you." "I don't need a husband.

the old drunkard for life tormented!»
"The new one will be a good man, but also not without sin. From the North
leave before you send your son to the army.
Then you'll meet him, marry him. But
then you will find your brother." "Is he alive?
I haven't heard from Nikolai since the war!"- "He is disabled, he rides in a wheelchair.
You will find him in Tartary,
and you will move there with your husband. You brother regulation
really need you to care for him, and bury him." -" And with
"will everything be all right?"
"Don't worry about him. He, as will become
adult, from you refuses. But do not be discouraged. Remember gentlemen and tell me
people about what I saw here!
And remember - you promised to fix your
life»

Return.

"I woke up in my body. I felt very cold.
frozen hard. She pleaded, " I'm cold!"And I hear a voice in my right ear:
"Be patient, now for you will come!"
And precisely: the door opens, enter
two women with a cart-wanted to anatomize me to carry.
They came up to me, and I threw off the sheet. They-scream and run! Professor
Psahes that I was operated on, with doctors uses. Says, " Don't
she must be alive."
Shine some light into the pupil. And I all see, feel, and stiffened
so I can not say anything, just blinked his eyes. I was brought to
ward,
lined with hot water bottles, wrapped in blankets. When warmed up,
she told me what had happened to me. Boris Isaakovich
listen carefully.
He said it had been three days since my death.

Continuation.

"Back in the hospital," says mother Antonia, " I wrote about,
what happened to me, in the journal Science and religion. I don't know, printed
whether.
The Professor called my case unique. In three months
prescribed.
— I went back to Yakutia, - says mother Antonia. - Again in
"Yakutzoloto" settled, I was there in good standing. Working, son
raise.
In Church walk has become, praying. It all happened the way I wanted it to.
the world had been predicted. Married, then married her son.
And the elder brother Nicholas, lost from the war, found — in Tartary. He
he was lonely, wheelchair-bound, already very ill. We moved to
Nizhnekamsk,
closer to my brother. The apartment my husband gave them as
northerners. I was retired by then. Took care of my brother before
the time of his death.
Buried, mourned.
And then she got sick. His side tingled, his mouth turned sour. Suffered
long. Compared with the torments of hell, all earthly sores are like a prick
pin.
My son and my husband persuaded me to go to the hospital. From the clinic sent
for examination in Kazan. They found liver cancer.
Said, that with
operation was late, that metastases went. And such melancholy attacked me —
not pass.
A sinful thought came: "Who needs me like this, everyone is a burden!".
She went to the bridge to drown herself. And before you throw yourself into the water, with the sky
I decided to say goodbye.
She looked up and saw crosses and domes. Temple.
I think I'll pray one last time before I drown myself. Came in
cathedral.
I stand in front of the icon of the virgin and cry. There's a woman in the temple
cleaned, noticed my tears, came up, asked what happened to me.
Told about the cancer, about the fact that my husband began to drink, that nobody wants me,
that my son has his own family, and I'm a burden to him.
That she wanted to kill herself. But
the woman to me also speaks: "You should go at once to Naberezhnye Chelny.
There came a wonderful father,
Archimandrite Kirill from Riga. He cures everything!".
Mother Antonia shows a photograph of the priest that hangs in her hand.
cell. In the picture-a handsome, portly father with two crosses.
— This is my spiritual father, " the nun says gently. — Archimandrite
Kirill (Borodin). The miracle worker and the righteous.
Under the Soviet regime in prison
for the faith suffered. He himself, a doctor by training, healed many people. V
In 1998 he went to the Lord.
My father Cyril not only saved the life of the soul
begged.
I arrived then in Naberezhnye Chelny at the address specified to me in the Church,
even home to Nizhnekamsk did not stop by.
The queue is in the apartment, in
which father Cyril takes, long. I think, all night stand
has.
Then the door swings open, the priest comes out and beckons me with his hand:
"Mother, come here!"Brought to itself.
His hand on the head put it: "Oh, what
you're sore!"And suddenly in me joy entered — as then, on how light of
before the Lord...
Wanted father Cyril to tell us about yourself, about the fact that
Tom light survived, but he stopped me: "I know all about you."

Monastery.

- Here the father to me also speaks: "go To Elabuga, there a monastery
improves. Tell mother Eugenia what I sent, " - says
mother Antonia.
- I hesitated: "What are you, father! I have a husband and a son." Here
father Kirill strange words delivered: "There is no one have you!"I murmur:
" Night
already!"And he, strictly so:" I Bless go!". Where are you going?" Went on
bus terminal. Buses regular all already are gone.
Suddenly a peasant slows down: "Who's on Elabuga?". All the way to the monastery
taken. There was already waiting. Has become to live under monastery and praying.
And forces
melted. She couldn't eat much: her liver was failing... And here is the dream
I dream once. I see four men dressed in white. They're around
Me.
I lie there and one of them says, " You're going to get hurt. Be patient, don't
fear, the cancer will pass." I woke up in the morning and my liver doesn't hurt.
Appetite
emerged-on food pounced on. I eat everything I've given up before —
a loaf of bread, soup. And at least once in the side prickled!
Here father Kirill arrived.

I told him about the strange dream. I ask, " Who healed me in my sleep?» And
the priest replies: "Did you not guess? This is God's mercy for you!»
- Father Kirill blessed me to go home to Nizhnekamsk-things
to take away and documents to issue, - mother Antonia tells. —
I arrived, and my son and husband lost me.
Thought, died already. Husband
I explained that I need a divorce, that I want to go to a monastery, my soul asks God
serve.
He resigned himself. And the son-in any: "I will not let!". Put on a dog chain.
Three days kept, even in toilet drove on it.
I prayed that the Lord
he talked sense into his son.
Sasha let me go to the monastery. But in the back
he shouted: "Now you are not my mother..."I remembered then that the Lord told me
in the next world, he said,
" your Son will refuse you."..
I was tonsured a nun with the name of Antonia. In Greek it is
means " acquisition in return." In the monastery, I changed my life as
then I promised the Lord.
Then I was blessed in Vyatka Glades to build a new monastery,
the abbess put. Served there. And after a heart attack to rest
asked. I came to Pskov,
then moved to Pechora. Here, near
Holy places, and pray, and breathe easier...

holy gifts.

About mother Antonia in Pechora speak with love. They say that
besides the great gift of comforting people she has the ability to see them

the essence of spiritual eyes.
"There was a time when I did," says my mother
Antony. "Then she begged God to deprive me of this gift." It's hard.
— I was told that you saw a miracle in the temple: the sacrament of turning bread and wine into the Flesh and Blood of Christ.
— It was at Easter, when the King's gate, which closes the entrance to the altar, is open. I stand near the King's gate, waiting for communion.
And I watch the priests at the altar of the sacrament create, a spear of
prosphora particles are removed. I think: how will bread become Christ's Flesh?

And here on the altar as the sun shone.
You see, instead of communion bread, the baby lies. He's so handsome, he's glowing. But
priests his spear in thumping!
Shouted at the whole temple: "do not touch
the baby!". People look at me, they don't know what's going on. I see:
the Golden bowl,
for communion, is made transparent, like glass.
And itself is filled with blood. After service with fear told about everything to the spiritual father. He reassured me:
"The Lord has shown you a miracle, rejoice!". So I live in joy. Want
to say to all: there is no death, there is eternal life.
You just need to love each
friend and be faithful to the Lord.
-Do you predict the future?"
— No. One thing I know: Russia is in for a hard time. But if we become kinder, God will forgive us...

(according to the article " the Nun came to life on the third day after death»)

Grigory Telnov, newspaper "Life", # 89 from 14.11.02)