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"19 notches"
Posted 6 years ago"19 notches"
(sorry for bad translation)
In the recent past in Greece married, two young, very loving people, but in the first week after the wedding started very strange problem between spouses: incessant quarrels, discontent, quarrels without any cause. The girl began to ask for prayers from Saint Nektarios, often went to his relics on FR. Aegina. Soon she began to have strange pain, but the doctors could not identify anything. Her father also fell ill and was diagnosed with malignant tumors. The condition was complicated by the infertility of the couple... Immersed in routine and problems, the couple did not pay due attention to one strange phenomenon that repeated day after day: in the morning, when they woke up, on the bed saw sewage that could not be picked up. And so it went on for six years!
One evening, when on the verge of despair a young woman was sitting in her living room, the door suddenly opened and Saint Nectarios entered the house together with the late grandfather of the woman, who was a priest.
– I came, – said the Hierarch Nektarios, don't worry! Today we will make three cuts on your stomach with a Lancet. Get down!
The woman in the indescribable spiritual world obeyed the command of the Saint, who made incisions and said::
– I'll come tomorrow too.
And indeed, the next day the Saint and the priest appeared again.
– Today we will make 19 notches, – announced Saint Nectarios.
He started the surgery, and when he got to the last notch, he said,:
– Now look where the evil spirit will come out of you!"
During the 19-th notches, the devil left little finger the woman's legs! After the "operation" – the expulsion of the evil spirit – the Saint explained to the woman the whole matter.
– After your wedding, when you rented this house, the hostess envied you. She sneaked in here and all this (the Saint pointed to the impurity) she threw on your bed, and on the steps she poured the enchanted oil. Your father was the first to step on this oil, so he developed tumors. But one day, when he came to me on Aegina, I healed him: on the threshold of the temple, I removed his tumors and 150 grams of dead blood. But he didn't come back to thank me.
After these explanations, the heavenly guests became invisible.
The displeasure of Saint Nectarios was not in vain. Indeed, the woman's father, somehow coming out of the temple in Aegina, involuntarily felt his head and found that the tumors had disappeared. With joy he lost himself so much that he forgot to return to the Church, to the relics of the Saint, and to thank him for the miraculous healing, and hurried home – to tell his family about the miracle.
Gevorg Ghazaryan
14 November 2018
http://www.pravoslavie.ru/117221.html
(sorry for bad translation)
In the recent past in Greece married, two young, very loving people, but in the first week after the wedding started very strange problem between spouses: incessant quarrels, discontent, quarrels without any cause. The girl began to ask for prayers from Saint Nektarios, often went to his relics on FR. Aegina. Soon she began to have strange pain, but the doctors could not identify anything. Her father also fell ill and was diagnosed with malignant tumors. The condition was complicated by the infertility of the couple... Immersed in routine and problems, the couple did not pay due attention to one strange phenomenon that repeated day after day: in the morning, when they woke up, on the bed saw sewage that could not be picked up. And so it went on for six years!
One evening, when on the verge of despair a young woman was sitting in her living room, the door suddenly opened and Saint Nectarios entered the house together with the late grandfather of the woman, who was a priest.
– I came, – said the Hierarch Nektarios, don't worry! Today we will make three cuts on your stomach with a Lancet. Get down!
The woman in the indescribable spiritual world obeyed the command of the Saint, who made incisions and said::
– I'll come tomorrow too.
And indeed, the next day the Saint and the priest appeared again.
– Today we will make 19 notches, – announced Saint Nectarios.
He started the surgery, and when he got to the last notch, he said,:
– Now look where the evil spirit will come out of you!"
During the 19-th notches, the devil left little finger the woman's legs! After the "operation" – the expulsion of the evil spirit – the Saint explained to the woman the whole matter.
– After your wedding, when you rented this house, the hostess envied you. She sneaked in here and all this (the Saint pointed to the impurity) she threw on your bed, and on the steps she poured the enchanted oil. Your father was the first to step on this oil, so he developed tumors. But one day, when he came to me on Aegina, I healed him: on the threshold of the temple, I removed his tumors and 150 grams of dead blood. But he didn't come back to thank me.
After these explanations, the heavenly guests became invisible.
The displeasure of Saint Nectarios was not in vain. Indeed, the woman's father, somehow coming out of the temple in Aegina, involuntarily felt his head and found that the tumors had disappeared. With joy he lost himself so much that he forgot to return to the Church, to the relics of the Saint, and to thank him for the miraculous healing, and hurried home – to tell his family about the miracle.
Gevorg Ghazaryan
14 November 2018
http://www.pravoslavie.ru/117221.html
"Dr. Marina Andressa"
Posted 6 years ago"Dr. Marina Andressa"
(sorry for bad translation)
In 2003, on television in Cyprus Vasiliu family asked for help: little Andreas Vasiliu suffered from leukemia, and urgently needed a spinal cord transplant. Fortunately, the material for transplantation was found, and the family gathered in the United States for a complex operation. But before flying to America, the family heard about the monastery of St. Marina, on the Greek island of Andros, where the finger of the Saint is stored. Vasilios called Abbot O. Cyprian with a request to pray for their suffering child. Father Cyprian promised that he would pray for the health of Andreas, and wished that St. Marina – the patroness of children – helped the child in the operating room.
In the American clinic, after passing the necessary tests, little Andreas, struggling for life, was transferred to the operating room. A few minutes before the fateful operation began, an unknown girl came into the surgeon's office. She introduced herself as Andreas ' personal doctor and asked to be allowed to attend the child's surgery. From the words of the young doctor it became quite obvious that she has perfect medical knowledge, so the American surgeon was happy to invite her to the operating room. The doctor was not just present at the operation, but took an active part in it, telling others what to do at this moment. The operation was brilliant, and the surgeon, thanking his "colleague", left the operating room. Andreas's parents hurried to him to find out how the operation went.
– All is well, – said the surgeon, – but I cannot understand one thing: having such a fine doctor, why did you come to me?"
Confused parents, without understanding anything, assured that they have no personal doctor, but the American doctor claimed that personal doctor Andreas saw all personnel. They tried to find the mysterious guest, but she disappeared so that no one noticed her. Basilio realized that the wish of the Abbot Cyprian became a reality, and the mysterious "doctor" was the Holy Martyr Marina herself. And indeed, the girl came to the office of the U.S. surgeon introduced herself as Marina Andressa!
Andreas Vassiliou, now a young man, comes every year with his parents to FR. Andros to thank St. Marina and glorify God, marvelous in his saints.
http://www.pravoslavie.ru/117221.html
(sorry for bad translation)
In 2003, on television in Cyprus Vasiliu family asked for help: little Andreas Vasiliu suffered from leukemia, and urgently needed a spinal cord transplant. Fortunately, the material for transplantation was found, and the family gathered in the United States for a complex operation. But before flying to America, the family heard about the monastery of St. Marina, on the Greek island of Andros, where the finger of the Saint is stored. Vasilios called Abbot O. Cyprian with a request to pray for their suffering child. Father Cyprian promised that he would pray for the health of Andreas, and wished that St. Marina – the patroness of children – helped the child in the operating room.
In the American clinic, after passing the necessary tests, little Andreas, struggling for life, was transferred to the operating room. A few minutes before the fateful operation began, an unknown girl came into the surgeon's office. She introduced herself as Andreas ' personal doctor and asked to be allowed to attend the child's surgery. From the words of the young doctor it became quite obvious that she has perfect medical knowledge, so the American surgeon was happy to invite her to the operating room. The doctor was not just present at the operation, but took an active part in it, telling others what to do at this moment. The operation was brilliant, and the surgeon, thanking his "colleague", left the operating room. Andreas's parents hurried to him to find out how the operation went.
– All is well, – said the surgeon, – but I cannot understand one thing: having such a fine doctor, why did you come to me?"
Confused parents, without understanding anything, assured that they have no personal doctor, but the American doctor claimed that personal doctor Andreas saw all personnel. They tried to find the mysterious guest, but she disappeared so that no one noticed her. Basilio realized that the wish of the Abbot Cyprian became a reality, and the mysterious "doctor" was the Holy Martyr Marina herself. And indeed, the girl came to the office of the U.S. surgeon introduced herself as Marina Andressa!
Andreas Vassiliou, now a young man, comes every year with his parents to FR. Andros to thank St. Marina and glorify God, marvelous in his saints.
http://www.pravoslavie.ru/117221.html
"Return The Cross»
Posted 6 years ago"Return The Cross»
(sorry for bad translation)
The Hieromartyr Haralampy of Magnesia is one of the glorious martyrs of the Ancient Church. He took a Martyr's death at the age of 113 years, February 10, 202 in the Middle ages to the intercession of St. haralampy resorted to the plague, but it helps people and other, a variety of diseases.
In 1992, the Athenian Irina lemu received a myocardial infarction. To save her health, she went to Switzerland for an expensive operation. Before leaving Athens, kto gave Irina the life of St. haralampy. She read this life all the way and all the sleepless night in the Swiss hotel, asking the Saint to help her. At dawn, in the hotel room, Saint Haralampy himself appeared to her, took her hand and said::
– Why are you so worried? I've come to help you. But you have to fix the mess you made in your house. Why did you remove the Cross from your room? Return the Cross to its proper place, and all will be well!
And indeed, Irina had an old Cross, which she removed from the wall, and not his place hung a modern photo.
In the morning, when Irina went to the clinic, preoperative tests showed that she is absolutely healthy! Returning to Greece, she first went to the monastery of St. archdeacon and first Martyr Stephen in Meteora. There rests the venerable head of St. Haralambos, who Irina remained grateful for life.
http://www.pravoslavie.ru/117221.html
(sorry for bad translation)
The Hieromartyr Haralampy of Magnesia is one of the glorious martyrs of the Ancient Church. He took a Martyr's death at the age of 113 years, February 10, 202 in the Middle ages to the intercession of St. haralampy resorted to the plague, but it helps people and other, a variety of diseases.
In 1992, the Athenian Irina lemu received a myocardial infarction. To save her health, she went to Switzerland for an expensive operation. Before leaving Athens, kto gave Irina the life of St. haralampy. She read this life all the way and all the sleepless night in the Swiss hotel, asking the Saint to help her. At dawn, in the hotel room, Saint Haralampy himself appeared to her, took her hand and said::
– Why are you so worried? I've come to help you. But you have to fix the mess you made in your house. Why did you remove the Cross from your room? Return the Cross to its proper place, and all will be well!
And indeed, Irina had an old Cross, which she removed from the wall, and not his place hung a modern photo.
In the morning, when Irina went to the clinic, preoperative tests showed that she is absolutely healthy! Returning to Greece, she first went to the monastery of St. archdeacon and first Martyr Stephen in Meteora. There rests the venerable head of St. Haralambos, who Irina remained grateful for life.
http://www.pravoslavie.ru/117221.html
"WE'RE HERE TO HELP YOU»
Posted 6 years ago"WE'RE HERE TO HELP YOU»
Modern miracles of saints Cosmas, Damian, of Haralambos, Marina and George
(sorry for bad translation)
Another miracle occurred with one of the famous modern Greek elders – elder Ambrose by Lazarian (1912-2006) in 1937, when he named Khariton (in rassophore monastic vows) lived in the koutloumousiou monastery of mount Athos. On a hot August day, monk Chariton decided to go to the monastery garden to collect figs, and without the blessing of the Abbot. After climbing one fertile Fig tree, FR. Chariton began to gather fruit, but the branch of the tree broke, the monk fell to the ground and hit so hard that his leg broke in two. Oh. Hareton from the terrible pain began to roar. In the garden ran the monks, who moved his brother to the monastery hospital, which was a small Church in the name of St. besserebrenikov Cosmas and Damian. But since Athos in those years was occupied by the Nazis, everywhere, even in the monastery hospital, devastation reigned, there were no doctors, so the situation was hopeless about. However, where there is no hope for people in a hurry to help from Heaven. The old man, remembering that terrible night when he lay in unbearable pain, told:
"What happened at 12 o'clock in the morning? I saw live from the dome came down and approached me St. the Saint Cosmas and Damian. The room was flooded with light.
– Poor fellow, how did he break his leg like that?" St. Damian said.
Saint Cosmas came to my head and said to Saint Damian:
– Go to the leg, take it and pull it out!
St. Damian went to his leg and stretched it out. Such pain, that not to tell!
– We have come to help you, don't be afraid, everything will pass, – said St. Cosmas.
What happened? When he stretched out his leg, it healed! Bones, muscles, everything else: they were not visible! After that, the pain disappeared. I immediately jumped up, started dancing and singing, not knowing what I was doing. The monks woke up.
– Monk Chariton must be out of his mind with pain, singing at such a late hour...
The monks ran to the hospital.
– Why are you standing, sit down so you don't break the other leg!
– Look! I said.
Before us was the Church of St. besserebrenikov.
– The two people who sit on their thrones an hour ago came here one stood at the head, the other at the feet. They pulled my leg out, put it back in place, and now I have no problem!
The monks did not fall asleep that night, and the next morning they celebrated the divine Liturgy. I also went for it. Three days in a row, served the divine Liturgy".
Gevorg Ghazaryan
14 November 2018
http://www.pravoslavie.ru/117221.html
Modern miracles of saints Cosmas, Damian, of Haralambos, Marina and George
(sorry for bad translation)
Another miracle occurred with one of the famous modern Greek elders – elder Ambrose by Lazarian (1912-2006) in 1937, when he named Khariton (in rassophore monastic vows) lived in the koutloumousiou monastery of mount Athos. On a hot August day, monk Chariton decided to go to the monastery garden to collect figs, and without the blessing of the Abbot. After climbing one fertile Fig tree, FR. Chariton began to gather fruit, but the branch of the tree broke, the monk fell to the ground and hit so hard that his leg broke in two. Oh. Hareton from the terrible pain began to roar. In the garden ran the monks, who moved his brother to the monastery hospital, which was a small Church in the name of St. besserebrenikov Cosmas and Damian. But since Athos in those years was occupied by the Nazis, everywhere, even in the monastery hospital, devastation reigned, there were no doctors, so the situation was hopeless about. However, where there is no hope for people in a hurry to help from Heaven. The old man, remembering that terrible night when he lay in unbearable pain, told:
"What happened at 12 o'clock in the morning? I saw live from the dome came down and approached me St. the Saint Cosmas and Damian. The room was flooded with light.
– Poor fellow, how did he break his leg like that?" St. Damian said.
Saint Cosmas came to my head and said to Saint Damian:
– Go to the leg, take it and pull it out!
St. Damian went to his leg and stretched it out. Such pain, that not to tell!
– We have come to help you, don't be afraid, everything will pass, – said St. Cosmas.
What happened? When he stretched out his leg, it healed! Bones, muscles, everything else: they were not visible! After that, the pain disappeared. I immediately jumped up, started dancing and singing, not knowing what I was doing. The monks woke up.
– Monk Chariton must be out of his mind with pain, singing at such a late hour...
The monks ran to the hospital.
– Why are you standing, sit down so you don't break the other leg!
– Look! I said.
Before us was the Church of St. besserebrenikov.
– The two people who sit on their thrones an hour ago came here one stood at the head, the other at the feet. They pulled my leg out, put it back in place, and now I have no problem!
The monks did not fall asleep that night, and the next morning they celebrated the divine Liturgy. I also went for it. Three days in a row, served the divine Liturgy".
Gevorg Ghazaryan
14 November 2018
http://www.pravoslavie.ru/117221.html
STEPHEN SAID, "LORD, I'M FINE," HE TURNED AROUND AND BECAME
Posted 6 years agoSTEPHEN SAID, "LORD, I'M FINE," HE TURNED AROUND AND BECAME INVISIBLE (sorry for the inaccurate translation)
Death is a mystery. It's my third birthday. Honestly, there is no day when I don't think about death. But it is impossible to comprehend the depth of the meaning of this word and the experience of the event itself. I can imagine lying in a coffin, but what the soul is going through is unimaginable and does not fit in my mind. Every rite of the burial of the lay and the baby – just incomprehensible in its significance. But for monks there is a special monastic order of the funeral – it is extremely deep in its essence, significant for the soul and at the same time so happy that I would compare it with the Paschal Canon. If people knew how gracious it is, perhaps the whole world, at least before death, for the sake of one funeral service would take monastic vows.
Proof of this can be called the former a monk of our monastery sheridian Stephen, who died in 25 years. On the way back to the monastery from my father's funeral, he suddenly said thoughtfully: "But whose will be the next turn after your dad?"I told him, 'Maybe mine?"I must say that father Stefan was very happy for the one who had cancer. Said, "What a happy man. He can get ready, hand it out." It's may and I can see he's barely walking. I always say to the brethren, "If someone is sick, let me know." Disease is a natural image, just like death. We don't know the judgments of God. I do not seek to enter where it is impossible for us, it is enough for me that the Lord gives me to live. His good will extends over everyone, if only we were true Christians and stood in the Holy Orthodox faith.
And so Stefan admits: "Lord, I hurt so lower abdomen". I said, "why are you silent?!"If necessary, I always call my friend Alexander Usenko, Director of the Shalimov Institute of surgery. Father Stefan was taken there the next day. The day after the examination, he underwent surgery. The doctor let me know, "There's a dropsy, but if there's nothing else... we'll Do a histology, then I can tell." After the operation, we took Stefan home, and a few days later Usenko calls me: "he already has metastases on the bone above the pelvis, at the level of the kidneys." I ask: "What can be done?"Nothing now."
I have to visit a sick person, but it's not easy to carry such news. I went to him, sat down: "Tell you the truth? He nodded, "Speak." – "You have cancer". He crossed himself: "Thank God!»
Our young archdeacon took the message very calmly, said that his aunt and grandmother had cancer. When my brothers asked me to cut his hair in a schema, they began to think what name to give him. Father Polycarp called: "Stephen – in honor of the first Martyr archdeacon Stephen". He did not immediately agree to the scheme, but then accepted the offer. And so we perform in the caves of his vows in the highest angelic image. Of course, my tears pour, I know that dying young man a Holy life. But what can be done? At the end of the tonsure I say: "Usually at this moment congratulations... but you know the reason for your tonsure. And I can't tell you anything." And he smiles: "Lord, you don't have to say anything. You've said and done everything." I blessed him: "Father Stephen, while you can, go to the service and sit in my place." And he came every day, always proclaimed peaceful suffrage Church Then sat down on a chair where the Governor sits, and after his brothers under the arms led to the cell.
I will say that he did not have the slightest fear, the slightest murmur, not the slightest resentment. Only when mother came and took it on hands – then from it there were no more than 35 kilograms, – she very much sobbed, and he took a stick and threw in it. Mother complained to me, and I went to him: "Stefan, you behave indecently". He asked her to come out: "Lord, I am not very well, and she is crying here, wailing all over the cell. It's late. I am one son of my parents and so worried with whom they will remain..." his Mother was a ballerina, honored artist of the Crimea, and his father – the first tenor, people's artist of the Union. "I know they stay with no one. I'm so sorry for her, I can't tell you. But I know that the Lord will not forsake them." (His mother had already died; the Lord had taken her for Easter.) Then I reasoned with her: "Nina, stop killing yourself. Don't cry in front of him." "How was it?! – sobs. – I used to wear it when I was little, " I Said, "the mother of God also held her Son in her arms when They took him off the cross. Imitate Her."
Stefan's birthday was coming up. When I before it came to it, he unexpectedly told: "the Lord, on the day of an angel on hands will bring me in a temple on words "the Righteous man yako Phoenix will prosper...", and all people will ask that for relics brought. This will be my first and last day as an angel." That's what happened. On January 8, he was communed, and after the Liturgy he began to depart. I began to read the Canon on the outcome of the soul. Then he leaned toward him: "Father Stefan, can you hear me? Give me a sign." And from his eyes flowed tears. He always firmly held on the chest potryasenii cross.
At the evening service, the tomb of the first Martyr archdeacon Stephen with a finger in the reliquary was placed in the center of the Holy cross Church. And when the choir sang the proclamation, "the Righteous Jacob Phoenix shall prosper, as the cedar, which is in Lebanon, shall be multiplied" (PS. 91: 13), brethren side doors made the coffin with father Stephen in the Church and put next to the tomb of archdeacon Stephen. All people began to ask: "And what is this power?"And approaching, were applied to both tombs. We sang it after midnight. At half past three began midnight, then Matins, Liturgy, funeral rites and seven o'clock, when it was still dark, already finished. And here is another paradox: all this time – all night – over the temple seagulls flew until the moment when he was lowered into the grave. In January, over the Lavra... he Died on the eve of his own angel day and was buried on his birthday, on the day of his patron Saint – like my father…
Once, when we were walking through the monastery cemetery, his Beatitude Vladimir showed me where to bury him, when he would not, and where to bury me. And on the death of Stephen I came to the cemetery, where gravediggers had already dug up a pit and almost half of my places were taken by the grave of Stephen. I began to murmur a little. And father Vasily says to me: "Vladyka, don't worry! We will glorify Stefan, and we will put you". Another momentous moment. Went forty days from the day of the repose of sheridian, and I called his Beatitude: "Tell me, Lord, looked like Stefan?"I showed him the photo. He looked and said in amazement: "Listen, today I go to the assumption Cathedral and see: standing in the middle of cancer. On the lid of the Shrine there is an icon, and on the icon – he... And then he with a lot of monastics entered the altar."
In response, I told his Beatitude another amazing story. When our schiarchidiacon was still in a clear mind, we talked with him, and I asked him: "Father Stefan, dream to me how you will die, and tell me how you are." And so on January 8 I came to myself after the service, having visited before it. And without a few minutes eleven went to rest. And ten to twelve someone knocked on the door father Basil: "father Stephen." I ask, "is Stefan dead?"– "And how do you know?"I've just seen him." "How?!"father Vasily was amazed. And it was. I was asleep but as I woke up, sat on the bed and see what comes to me and his father Stefan, and with him two handsome young men in cowl dress and the dolls that simply can not convey. He says to me: "Lord, I am well, I am healthy." I'm surprised: "Stefan, you couldn't get up. I've just been with you, and you were lying motionless." He barely smiled and said: "I am well, my Lord, and I have no pain". Turned around and became invisible. And just when I saw it, they came to tell me that father Stefan was dead. This is how they announce both the Governor and the brethren about their death. We should not believe in dreams, but there are times when the Lord notifies a person through a dream.
I loved Stefan's father very much. He was obedient and at the same time zealous, we talked a lot with him. He had a beautiful voice, and he sang in the choir of father Polycarp. Listen recorded the akathist to the Dormition of the mother of God and hear him there the voice of an angel.
I think these are very edifying stories. They show that our dead are always with us. But we often do not understand. By the will of God for us eternity is closed by the shell of temporality.
http://www.pravoslavie.ru/120519.html
Death is a mystery. It's my third birthday. Honestly, there is no day when I don't think about death. But it is impossible to comprehend the depth of the meaning of this word and the experience of the event itself. I can imagine lying in a coffin, but what the soul is going through is unimaginable and does not fit in my mind. Every rite of the burial of the lay and the baby – just incomprehensible in its significance. But for monks there is a special monastic order of the funeral – it is extremely deep in its essence, significant for the soul and at the same time so happy that I would compare it with the Paschal Canon. If people knew how gracious it is, perhaps the whole world, at least before death, for the sake of one funeral service would take monastic vows.
Proof of this can be called the former a monk of our monastery sheridian Stephen, who died in 25 years. On the way back to the monastery from my father's funeral, he suddenly said thoughtfully: "But whose will be the next turn after your dad?"I told him, 'Maybe mine?"I must say that father Stefan was very happy for the one who had cancer. Said, "What a happy man. He can get ready, hand it out." It's may and I can see he's barely walking. I always say to the brethren, "If someone is sick, let me know." Disease is a natural image, just like death. We don't know the judgments of God. I do not seek to enter where it is impossible for us, it is enough for me that the Lord gives me to live. His good will extends over everyone, if only we were true Christians and stood in the Holy Orthodox faith.
And so Stefan admits: "Lord, I hurt so lower abdomen". I said, "why are you silent?!"If necessary, I always call my friend Alexander Usenko, Director of the Shalimov Institute of surgery. Father Stefan was taken there the next day. The day after the examination, he underwent surgery. The doctor let me know, "There's a dropsy, but if there's nothing else... we'll Do a histology, then I can tell." After the operation, we took Stefan home, and a few days later Usenko calls me: "he already has metastases on the bone above the pelvis, at the level of the kidneys." I ask: "What can be done?"Nothing now."
I have to visit a sick person, but it's not easy to carry such news. I went to him, sat down: "Tell you the truth? He nodded, "Speak." – "You have cancer". He crossed himself: "Thank God!»
Our young archdeacon took the message very calmly, said that his aunt and grandmother had cancer. When my brothers asked me to cut his hair in a schema, they began to think what name to give him. Father Polycarp called: "Stephen – in honor of the first Martyr archdeacon Stephen". He did not immediately agree to the scheme, but then accepted the offer. And so we perform in the caves of his vows in the highest angelic image. Of course, my tears pour, I know that dying young man a Holy life. But what can be done? At the end of the tonsure I say: "Usually at this moment congratulations... but you know the reason for your tonsure. And I can't tell you anything." And he smiles: "Lord, you don't have to say anything. You've said and done everything." I blessed him: "Father Stephen, while you can, go to the service and sit in my place." And he came every day, always proclaimed peaceful suffrage Church Then sat down on a chair where the Governor sits, and after his brothers under the arms led to the cell.
I will say that he did not have the slightest fear, the slightest murmur, not the slightest resentment. Only when mother came and took it on hands – then from it there were no more than 35 kilograms, – she very much sobbed, and he took a stick and threw in it. Mother complained to me, and I went to him: "Stefan, you behave indecently". He asked her to come out: "Lord, I am not very well, and she is crying here, wailing all over the cell. It's late. I am one son of my parents and so worried with whom they will remain..." his Mother was a ballerina, honored artist of the Crimea, and his father – the first tenor, people's artist of the Union. "I know they stay with no one. I'm so sorry for her, I can't tell you. But I know that the Lord will not forsake them." (His mother had already died; the Lord had taken her for Easter.) Then I reasoned with her: "Nina, stop killing yourself. Don't cry in front of him." "How was it?! – sobs. – I used to wear it when I was little, " I Said, "the mother of God also held her Son in her arms when They took him off the cross. Imitate Her."
Stefan's birthday was coming up. When I before it came to it, he unexpectedly told: "the Lord, on the day of an angel on hands will bring me in a temple on words "the Righteous man yako Phoenix will prosper...", and all people will ask that for relics brought. This will be my first and last day as an angel." That's what happened. On January 8, he was communed, and after the Liturgy he began to depart. I began to read the Canon on the outcome of the soul. Then he leaned toward him: "Father Stefan, can you hear me? Give me a sign." And from his eyes flowed tears. He always firmly held on the chest potryasenii cross.
At the evening service, the tomb of the first Martyr archdeacon Stephen with a finger in the reliquary was placed in the center of the Holy cross Church. And when the choir sang the proclamation, "the Righteous Jacob Phoenix shall prosper, as the cedar, which is in Lebanon, shall be multiplied" (PS. 91: 13), brethren side doors made the coffin with father Stephen in the Church and put next to the tomb of archdeacon Stephen. All people began to ask: "And what is this power?"And approaching, were applied to both tombs. We sang it after midnight. At half past three began midnight, then Matins, Liturgy, funeral rites and seven o'clock, when it was still dark, already finished. And here is another paradox: all this time – all night – over the temple seagulls flew until the moment when he was lowered into the grave. In January, over the Lavra... he Died on the eve of his own angel day and was buried on his birthday, on the day of his patron Saint – like my father…
Once, when we were walking through the monastery cemetery, his Beatitude Vladimir showed me where to bury him, when he would not, and where to bury me. And on the death of Stephen I came to the cemetery, where gravediggers had already dug up a pit and almost half of my places were taken by the grave of Stephen. I began to murmur a little. And father Vasily says to me: "Vladyka, don't worry! We will glorify Stefan, and we will put you". Another momentous moment. Went forty days from the day of the repose of sheridian, and I called his Beatitude: "Tell me, Lord, looked like Stefan?"I showed him the photo. He looked and said in amazement: "Listen, today I go to the assumption Cathedral and see: standing in the middle of cancer. On the lid of the Shrine there is an icon, and on the icon – he... And then he with a lot of monastics entered the altar."
In response, I told his Beatitude another amazing story. When our schiarchidiacon was still in a clear mind, we talked with him, and I asked him: "Father Stefan, dream to me how you will die, and tell me how you are." And so on January 8 I came to myself after the service, having visited before it. And without a few minutes eleven went to rest. And ten to twelve someone knocked on the door father Basil: "father Stephen." I ask, "is Stefan dead?"– "And how do you know?"I've just seen him." "How?!"father Vasily was amazed. And it was. I was asleep but as I woke up, sat on the bed and see what comes to me and his father Stefan, and with him two handsome young men in cowl dress and the dolls that simply can not convey. He says to me: "Lord, I am well, I am healthy." I'm surprised: "Stefan, you couldn't get up. I've just been with you, and you were lying motionless." He barely smiled and said: "I am well, my Lord, and I have no pain". Turned around and became invisible. And just when I saw it, they came to tell me that father Stefan was dead. This is how they announce both the Governor and the brethren about their death. We should not believe in dreams, but there are times when the Lord notifies a person through a dream.
I loved Stefan's father very much. He was obedient and at the same time zealous, we talked a lot with him. He had a beautiful voice, and he sang in the choir of father Polycarp. Listen recorded the akathist to the Dormition of the mother of God and hear him there the voice of an angel.
I think these are very edifying stories. They show that our dead are always with us. But we often do not understand. By the will of God for us eternity is closed by the shell of temporality.
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