After my death our beloved Church abroad will break three ways ... first the Greeks will leave us as they were never a part of us ...

then those who live for this world and its glory will go to Moscow ... what will remain will be those souls faithful to Christ and His Church. ~St. Philaret of NY


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In Memory of Elizabeth, wife of St. John Kronstadt

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In the Holy Memory of Elizabeth Konstantinovna Sergieva,

The Spouse of Right-Reverend St. John of Kronstadt


From the memoirs of R. G. Shemyakina. Edition of "Kronstadt Bulletin" 1909

On May 23, 1909, at 9.30 a.m., after long suffering, the widow of Father John of Kronstadt, Elizaveta Konstantinovna Sergieva, daughter of Archpriest Kronstadt Cathedral KP Nesvitsky, quietly departed to God after long suffering.

[probably the actual date would be May23/June 5.  Any date before year 1918 is probably Julian, unless the date was retro-corrected in the document, which would make things even more confusing than they already are.] ~jh

The cause of death, according to the doctor who used it, was senile decrepitude with a growing decline in cardiac activity.  The Lord vouchsafed her to prepare for the transition to eternal life for a long time and diligently: in recent years, Elizaveta Konstantinovna, following the behests and instructions of her husband, a prayer-booker, received communion very often, either in a cathedral or at home, and for the last year - every day.  She also communed on May 21, but this, as it turned out later, was the last time: on that day, from six o'clock in the evening, she stopped looking at the light of God, and from ten o'clock she did not speak, without expressing her consciousness.  Her last word was: "I want," which she said in response to an offer to drink holy water, but she could no longer swallow it; shortly thereafter, mother fell into an unconscious state, and the next morning she died peacefully while reading the canon for the exodus of the soul.  At Foma's week, according to her personal desire, she became special and after that she said several times: "How glad I am that I got special and prepared."  The burial of the body of Elizabeth Konstantinovna took place on Sunday, May 24, in the city of Kronstadt, on the left side of the cathedral garden.


The deceased was born on May 4, 1829 in the city of Gdov, where her father, Archpriest Konstantin Petrovich Nesvitsky, served in the city cathedral and was dean of churches in the Gvodsky district.  Transferred to Kronstadt as the head of the St. Andrew Cathedral, he, due to poor health, could not take this place for a long time and in 1855 handed it over to the priest Ioann Ilyich Sergiev, who married his daughter, Elizaveta Konstantinovna.  When she got married, she carried her elderly father, three adult brothers and two sisters; everyone lived together, and Elizabeth Konstantinovna, who acted as mistress and mother (Archpriest Nesvitsky was widowed in August 1855), had a lot of worries and troubles.  Then, a few years later, her brothers received more secure places, giving them the opportunity to settle separately, and her sisters were married to the teachers of the St. John and Elizabeth Konstantinovna.  Not having enough personal funds, Fr. In both cases, John himself bypassed wealthy parishioners, asking them to help make a decent dowry for his sister-in-law.   Many gave willingly but many probably greeted the young priest with that feeling of ill will that often accompanies good deeds in our country.  

After marriage, the sisters went to visit Kronstadt, and on one of these trips, in 1870, with the younger sister of mother, in the apartment of Fr. John, a daughter was born; it was me.  After a while they took me home, but the Lord God was pleased that my true home was in the quiet, peaceful apartment of the unforgettable Shepherd, under his blessed roof.  In 1872 my father died, leaving my mother without any means.  Then my uncle, seeing the helpless situation of our family, said to my aunt: "We have no children, we will take them and raise them like a daughter."  

No sooner said than done, and now I found myself, by the will of God, in the care of unforgettable, infinitely dear to me uncle and aunt, who tirelessly cared for me, cared for me, took care of me, as only tenderly loving parents can take care and cherish their beloved little child.  How Fr. John never lived a personal life, devoting himself to the service of humanity, so Elizabeth Konstantinovna never lived for herself, only the circle of her activities was already taking shape, limited to serving relatives and friends.  She rejoiced in their joys, grieved over their sorrows.   I remember her when she was forty-five years old.  Very mobile, with a kind, noble face, eternal troublemaker, she loved to caress everyone, warm and feed everyone; as now I look at her, tied with a white apron, in the kitchen, making a sweet cake.  She loved to cook herself, buy food herself, look after everything herself, so that everything was clean and tasty.  How many times, I remember my uncle, while tasting his favorite apple pie, would say: "You are a craftswoman who cook pies for me."  Friendly, always even, affectionate, Elizaveta Konstantinovna loved when one of her acquaintances visited her; then she directly fed the guest or guest, and my uncle, seeing her hospitality and sincerity, more than once said, pointing to the tover-burdened hostess: “she is a real mother.”  

Among the chores, my aunt did not forget me either.  She spent all her free time with me, slept in the same room with us, taught me how to write in Russian and French, and when I entered the gymnasium, she cooked breakfast for me herself, took me to the gymnasium every day and met me, asked for lessons.  I remember that before my aunt began to teach me, my uncle served a prayer service in St. Andrew's Cathedral to Saints Cosmas and Damian and the Prophet Naum; my uncle himself took me to the entrance exam to the gymnasium, paid all the time for me out of his candidate's salary, and followed my progress with unflagging interest, going through the weekly notebook with marks and signing it.  What is surprising if, under such favorable conditions, I completed the course of study brilliantly; it was a great joy for my unforgettable teachers, and my uncle hurried to tell many acquaintances the pleasant news for him: "Our niece and pupil, Rufa, graduated from high school with a gold medal."


My aunt, as soon as I remember myself, always treated her great husband-prayer book with reverent love and respect.  When he, tired, came home from the service or from the temple of God, she was in a hurry to take off his boots, help him undress and carefully covered him, putting him to bed to rest.  Then a dead silence settled in the apartment: so jealously guarded the aunt for the short-term rest of the toiler-shepherd.


Being generally of poor health, the uncle often fell ill, and then the aunt turned into a tireless nurse: she spent all nights at the patient's bedside, and during the day she prepared food for him.  I remember in 1879 Fr. John became dangerously ill: he developed inflammation of both lungs.  For whole hours he lay with his eyes closed, in oblivion, and when he came to himself, he often said: "my head hurts unbearably, as if they were hitting with a hammer."   Once my aunt sat by my uncle's bed and cried bitterly.  Opening his eyes, the priest looked at her and said: "Do not cry, Liza, God willing, I will recover, but if not, God and good people will not leave you.  I did not leave anyone, and they will not leave you."   Several days passed, and one morning my aunt ran into the nursery and, trembling with excitement, exclaimed: "Uncle is better,the crisis is over!"  My aunt and I looked at each other, hugged each other tightly, and both wept, but already with tears of joy ...


When the unforgettable priest undertook his frequent and then daily trips to Petersburg, the aunt never went to bed without waiting for her uncle, even though it was about one in the morning, despite the fact that her health was generally not very good; she constantly suffered from headaches and sleeplessness for several years in a row.  With the passage of time, mother, out of weakness, was forced to give up some worries about the father, and what a painful deprivation it was for her, poor!


I also remember the following incident.  Several years ago my uncle, having taken a bath, went out into the hallway in winter in his shoes.  Aunt was terribly alarmed and, no longer able to move quickly due to illness of her legs, she sent to tell the priest that he risked catching a cold, going out into the air lightly dressed after a bath.  Returning from the hay, my uncle went into the living room where my aunt was sitting, and said to her, affectionately clapping on the shoulder: "Thank you, dear, for your cares about me; just don't worry, my legs are warmly dressed."


Father John deeply appreciated such solicitude on her part about himself and answered her in the same way.  When illness made it impossible for the unforgettable priest to travel to Petersburg, and later even to Kronstadt, he did not sit down to dinner for a single day without going into the living room or into his aunt's room, depending on where she was and not calling her into the dining room; he said:

"When I dine alone, I have no appetite."   There was no evening when my uncle did not go to my aunt to say goodbye and bless her before going to bed: "I wish you a good night,"  "Sleep well,"  "The Lord is with you,"  "God bless you," these are the greetings, which he told her before leaving for the office to rest.  A few time before the death of the father, mother fell ill with influenza; it was here that my uncle's solicitude for her was especially evident.  It was impossible, without tears of emotion, to see how the dear sufferer, who could barely walk, several times during the day and every evening before going to bed, blessed her, stroked her head, and said: "poor, poor, together we suffer, together we suffer, we both suffer."  And for a long time, she used to stand by her chair, shaking her head and looking with pity at the sick woman; and sometimes from her face he will turn a mournful gaze to the image and for a long, long, long, silent prayer for him ... Usually, when someone inquired about his or her aunt's health, he invariably   answered: "We are both bad, we are both going die, we are both preparing to die."   

Once, when the uncle was told that the aunt was bad, he came and said: "Do not be discouraged, the Lord is merciful; He will give you patience to endure suffering and be completely healthy."   

In November, while having dinner with his aunt and two newcomers, his uncle began to tell them that his health was very bad.  His aunt, wishing to cheer him up, said: "in the spring you are always better; when spring comes, you will get better"; to this he objected: "in the spring, you say? you will live until spring, but I will not."  Father's prediction came true: he died in December, she - in May.

 When the unforgettable uncle on December 6 no longer had the strength to celebrate the Liturgy, and received communion every morning at home, he would come to the room of his aunt sick with influenza - with a holy cup and commune it, saying: "My Lord and my God! With the fear of God and approach by faith, accept the body and blood of Christ, peace be with you, old woman, I congratulate you."  

The last time the priest came to mother's room was on December 17 in the morning, introduced her, and from the 18th he did not leave the office.  Especially after the death of her uncle, her aunt's health deteriorated; general weakness began to develop rapidly, the legs and arms began to work very poorly, and the heart gradually began to fail.  She longed for the unforgettable deceased, she could not hear his name without tears; the orphaned aunt could not come to terms with the idea that her uncle was gone; she said to those around her: "It still seems to me that Ivan Ilyich did not die, but left for somewhere, perhaps to Moscow, and he will come home again."

Shortly before her death, mother saw a brooch-portrait of the priest at one of her acquaintances and cried inconsolably, exclaiming: "Ivan Ilyich, Ivan Ilyich," and when they began to console her with the fact that he was now blissfully good, she said: "It’s good for him, but it’s so hard for me without him, because we were all together for 53 years."   

Foreseeing her imminent end, mother often, sitting in an armchair, fixed her eyes on the image and said: "I must prepare myself, I must ask God to forgive all my sins."   She often recalled and consoled herself with the words of the unforgettable priest, our common representative before the Lord God, spoken by him on December 17, when it was reported that the sick mother was very grieving, unable, due to illness, to come to the office and take care of him: "Tell your wife, that she is always with me, and I am always with her."   These words all the time encouraged the sufferer, consoled her in long suffering with hope, often after his death, the father did not leave her, he will soon take her to him, meet her in the heavenly abode and, through his intercession, bring her to the throne of the Most High.  As a rule, the aunt put on her uncle's cassock at night or slept, covered with it.   Every time I went to the Ioannovsky Monastery, she always said to me: "bow to uncle from me" and bitterly, inconsolably cried.  Her arm or leg began to hurt badly, she now asked to anoint the sore spot with oil from the tomb of the unforgettable Father.


Deeply believing and religious, mother only hoped for the mercy of God and with all her heart strove for spiritual salvation. “Ivan Ilyich, bless me, pray for me,” the aunt of her great husband-shepherd asked several times a day, who, to her grief, had to endure.  After his death, sincerely praying with tears herself, my aunt, in her great Christian humility, was afraid that her prayers would not be heard by the Lord soon, and always asked others to pray for her.  When I went home for the night every day, she, after evening wishes, constantly told me: "Pray for me."  Whether I went to Vigil or Mass, I always heard from her lips the same request coming from the depths of my heart: "Pray for me," and I prayed for her as best I could.


One afternoon, before my arrival, my aunt felt unwell, and then she did nothing to calm herself down, except with hope for the mercy of God: "Today is Saturday," she said, "Rufa will go to the all-night vigil and pray for me."  So great was her faith in the power of prayer in general, that even through my sinful prayer she hoped to receive relief.


Finishing this short essay, dedicated to the holy memory of the unforgettable deceased, one cannot help dwelling with surprise at the spirit of her distinctive features: extreme humility and meekness;   in these two highest Christian virtues all the greatness of her soul was expressed.  She was not angry with anyone, she had no anger at anyone.  If anyone grieved her, did something unpleasant for her, she resignedly endured and forgave everyone from the bottom of her heart.  To the question addressed to her: "Do you have enmity against whom?"  Mother invariably always answered the same: "no, to no one."  Forgiving her own grievances, she taught others to do so; used to say: "Do not be angry, God Himself will indicate who is to blame, and you will forgive."


The aunt never allowed herself to enter into the affairs of the great shepherd and prayer book; she never tried to move forward and stand alongside him; remaining constantly in the shadows, she shone with a reflection of his glory, she shone with a reflection of his high Christian virtues; as a tender sister and loving mother, she tirelessly guarded the common treasure, and the sick, weak, almost without legs, warned everyone, begged everyone: "do not make noise, father is resting,"  "do not accept anyone yet, father is unwell."  

Father himself knew her soul, highly appreciated her purity, meekness and humility, and spoke of her this way: "my wife is an angel."  Did everyone know that behind the back of the great righteous man, Father John, was his guardian — ready to lay down her soul for him!  If you did not know this then, let them know now and let them all sincerely pray for the clean old woman, meek woman, the servant of God Elizabeth!


Unlimited gratitude to you, wonderful, selfless mother-educator, and eternal memory of you, glorious virgin wife of the Lamp of the Russian Land - may they live in us, in our children and grandchildren!.




Из воспоминаний Р. Г. Шемякиной. Издание "Кронштадтский Вестник" 1909 г.



23-го мая 1909 года, в 9 часов 30 минут утра тихо отошла к Богу, после долгих страданий, вдова отца Иоанна Кронштадтскаго, Елизавета Константиновна Сергиева, дочь протоиерея Кронштадтскаго собора К. П. Несвицкаго.  Причиной смерти, по определению пользовавшего ее врача, послужила старческая дряхлость с наростающим упадком сердечной деятельности. Господь сподобил ее долго и усердно готовиться к переходу в вечную жизнь: последние годы Елизавета Константиновна, следуя заветам и наставлениям своего супруга-молитвенника, приобщалась очень часто, или в соборе, или на дому, а последний год -- ежедневно;  приобщалась она и 21-го мая, но это, как оказалось потом, было в последний раз: в этот день с шести часов вечера она перестала глядеть на свет Божий, а с десяти часов не стала говорить, ничем не высказывая сознание. Последнее слово ея было: " хочу", сказанное ею в ответ на предложение выпить святой водицы, но проглотить ее она уже не могла; вскоре после этого матушка впала в безсознательное состояние, а на другое утро мирно скончалась во время чтения канона на исход души. На Фоминой неделе, по своему личному желанию, она особоровалась и после того несколько раз говорила: "как я рада, что особоровалась и приготовилась".  Погребение тела Елизаветы Константиновны состоялось в воскресенье, 24-го мая, в городе  Кронштадте, в левой стороне соборнаго садика.


Почившая родилась 4-го мая 1829 года в г. Гдове, где отец ея, протоиерей Константин Петрович Несвицкий, служил в городском соборе и был благочинным церквей Гводскаго уезда. Переведенный в Кронштадт ключарем Андреевскаго собора, он, по слабости здоровья, не мог долго занимать это место и в 1855 году передал его священнику Иоанну Ильичу Сергиеву, женившемуся на дочери его, Елизавете Константиновне.  Когда она выходила замуж, на ея руках находились ея престарелый отец, трое взрослых братьев и двое сестер; все жили вместе, и на долю Елизаветы Константиновны, исполнявшей обязанности хозяйки и матери (протоиерей Несвицкий овдовел в августе 1855 г.), выпадало немало забот и хлопот. Затем, несколько лет спустя, братья ея получили более обезпеченныя места, давшия им возможность поселиться отдельно, а сестер своих матушка выдала замуж за учителей Петербургской Духовной Семинарии, впоследствии священников, причем все попечения об их устройстве и обзаведении прняли на себя о. Иоанн и Елизавета  Константиновна. Не имея достаточно личных средств, о. Иоанн в обоих случаях сам обходил состоятельных прихожан, прося их помочь сделать приличное приданое своячиницам.  Многие  давали охотно,  но многие, вероятно, встречали молодого батюшку с тем чувством недоброжелательства, которое часто у нас сопровождает доброделание. После замужества, сестры ездили в гости в Кронштадт, и в одну из этих поездок, в 1870 году, у младшей сестры матушки, в квартире о. Иоанна, родилась дочь; это была я. Через некоторое время меня увезли домой, но Господу Богу угодно было, чтобы мой истинный дом был в тихой, мирной квартирке незабвеннаго Пастыря, под его благословенным кровом. В 1872 году умер мой отец, оставив мать без всяких средств. Тогда дядя, видя безпомощное положение нашей семьи, сказал тете: " детей у нас нет, возьмем и воспитаем, как дочь".  Сказано -- сделано, и вот я очутилась, по воле Божией, на попечении незабвенных, безконечно дорогих для меня дяди и тети, которые неустанно пеклись обо мне, заботились обо мне, берегли меня, как только  нежно любящие родители могут заботиться и лелеять свое любимое дитятко. Как о. Иоанн никогда не жил личною жизнью, отдавая себя на служение человечеству, так и Елизавета Константиновна никогда не жила для себя, только круг ея деятельности складывался уже, ограничивался служением родным и близким; их радостями она радовалась, их скорбями скорбела. Я  помню ее, когда ей было лет сорок пять.  Очень подвижная, с добрым, благообразным лицом, вечная хлопотунья, она любила всех обласкать, пригреть и накормить; как сейчас смотрю на нее, подвязанную белым передником, в кухне, делающую сладкий пирог; любила она сама постряпать, сама купить провизию, сама за всем присмотреть, чтобы все было чисто и вкусно. Сколько раз, помню дядя, отведывая любимый яблочный пирог, приговаривал: " мастерица ты у меня стряпать пироги". Приветливая, всегда ровная, ласковая, Елизавета Константиновна любила, когда кто из знакомых навещал ее; тогда она прямо закармливала гостя или гостью, а дядя, видя ее гостеприимство и искренность, не один раз говорил, указывая на хлопотливую хозяйку: “астоящая она матушка".  Среди хозяйственных работ, тетя не забывала и меня;  все свободное время проводила со мною, спала в одной комнате с нами, учила меня и писать по-русски и по-француски, а когда я поступила в гимназию, сама приготовляла мне завтраки, ежедневно провожала меня в гимназию и встречала,  спрашивала уроки. Помню, перед тем, как тетя стала учить меня, дядей был отслужен молебен в Андреевском соборе святым Косьме и Дамиану и пророку Науму; сам дядя водил меня на вступительный экзамен в гимназию, платил все время за меня  из своего кандидатскаго оклада, и с неослабевающим интересом следил за моими успехами, просматривая еженедельно тетрадь отметками и подписывал ее.  Что же удивительнаго, если я, при таких благодатных условиях, блестяще окончила курс учения; это было большою радостью для незабвенных моих воспитателей, и дядя многим знакомым спешил сообщить приятную для него новость: "племянница и воспитанница наша, Руфа, окончила гимназию с золотой медалью".


К своему  великому супругу-молитвеннику тетя, как только я себя помню, всегда относилась с благоговейной любовью и почтительностью. Когда он, усталый, приезжал домой с треб или из храма Божьяго, она торопилась снять с него сапоги, помочь раздеться и заботливо укрывала его, укладывая отдохнуть в постель. Тогда мертвая тишина водворялась в квартире: так ревниво оберегала тетя кратковременный отдых труженника-пастыря.


Будучи вообще слабаго здоровья, дядя часто хворал, и тогда тетя превращалась в неутомимую сиделку: проводила все ночи напролет у постели больного, а днем сама приготовляла для него кушанье. Помню, в 1879 году о. Иоанн опасно занемог: у него сделалось воспаление обоих легких. По целым часам он лежал с закрытыми глазами,  в забытье, а когда приходил в себя, часто говорил : "голова болит невыносимо, точно молотом ударяют по ней".  Один раз  тетя сидела около кровати дяди и горько плакала;  открыв глаза, батюшка посмотрел на нее и сказал: "не плачь, Лиза, Бог даст, поправлюсь, а если нет, Бог и добрые люди не оставят тебя; я никого не оставлял, и тебя не оставят". Прошло несколько дней, и однажды утром тетя вбежала в детскую и дрожащим от волнения воскликнула: " дяде лучше, кризис прошел"!  Мы с тетей посмотрели друг на друга, крепко обнялись, и обе заплакали, но уже слезами радости....


Когда незабвенный батюшка предпринимал свои частыя, а потом ежедневныя поездки в Петербург, тетя никогда не ложилась спать, не дождавшись дяди, хотя-бы это было около часу ночи, несмотря на то, что здоровье ея вообще было не из крепких;  она постоянно страдала головными болями и несколько лет подряд -- безсонницей. С течением времени, матушка, по слабости, принуждена была отказаться от некоторых забот о батюшке, и какое это было для нея бедной, тяжелое лишение!


Припоминается мне еще следующий случай. Несколько лет тому назад дядя, приняв ванну, зимой вышел в сени в туфлях; тетя страшно растревожилась и, не имея уже возможности по болезни ног сама быстро двигаться, послала сказать батюшке, что он рискует простудиться, выходя на воздух легко одетым после ванны.  Возвращаясь из сене, дядя прошел в гостиную, где сидела тетя, и сказал ей, ласково хлопая по плечу: "спасибо тебе, родная, за заботы твои обо мне; только не безпокойся, -- ноги у меня тепло одеты".


Отец Иоанн глубоко ценил такую заботливость с ея стороны о себе и отвечал ей тем-же.  Когда болезнь не давала возможности незабвенному батюшке ездить в  Петербург, а впоследствии даже по Кронштадту, он ни один день не сел обедать, не зайдя в гостиную или в комнату тети, смотря по тому, где она была, и не  позвав ее в столовую; он говорил:

"Когда я обедаю один, у меня и аппетита-то нет".  Не было вечера, когда-бы дядя не зашел к тете проститься и благословить  ее перед сном: "доброй ночки желаю тебе",  "спи спокойно", "Господь с тобой", "да хранит тебя Бог", -- вот те приветствия, которыя он говорил ей, перед уходом в кабинет на покой. За несколько времени до кончины батюшки, захворала матушка инфлуенцой; тут-то особенно проявилась заботливость дяди о ней. Нельзя было без слез умиления видеть, как дорогой страдалец, еле ходивший, несколько раз днем и каждый вечер перед сном, благословлял ее, гладил по голове,  и приговаривал: "бедная, бедная, вместе мы с тобой страдаем, вместе мы с тобой мучаемся, оба мы страдальцы". И долго, бывало стоит около ея кресла, покачивая головой и с жалостью смотря на больную; а иногда с ея лица переведет скорбный взор на образ и долго, долго, безмолвно молится за него....Обыкновенно, когда кто-либо справлялся у дяди о здоровье его или тети, он неизменно  отвечал: "оба мы плохи, оба мы собираемся умирать, оба мы готовимся к смерти".  Один раз, когда дяде сказали, что тете плохо, он пришел и сказал: " не унывай, Господь милостив; Он даст тебе терпение пережить страдания и быть совсем здоровой".  В ноябре, обедая вместе с тетей и двумя приезжими, дядя  стал говорить им, что здоровье его совсем плохо.  Тетя, желая ободрит его, сказала: "весной тебе бывает всегда лучше; придет весна -- поправишься"; на это возразил: " весной, ты говоришь? ты-то до весны доживешь, а я -- нет". Предсказание батюшки сбылось: он почил в декабре, она -- в мае.  Когда незабвенный дядя 6-го декабря не имел уже сил совершать литургию, а приобщался каждое утро на дому, он приходил в комнату больной инфлуенцией тети -- со святой чашей и приобщал ее, говоря: "Господь мой и Бог мой! со страхом Божиим и верою приступи, прими тело и кровь Христовы, мир тебе, старица, поздравляю тебя".  Последний раз батюшка пришел в комнату матушки 17 декабря утром, приобщил ее, а с 18-го он не покидал кабинета. В особенности после кончины дяди здоровье тети ухудшилось; стала быстро развиваться общая слабость, ног и руки стали совсем плохо работать, сердце начало постепенно сдавать.  Сильно тосковала она по незабвенном почившем, не могла без слез слышать его имени; никак не могла осиротевшая тетя примириться с мыслью, что дяди не стало; она говорила окружающим: "мне все кажется, будто Иван Ильич не умер, а куда-то уехал, бывало, в Москву, и опять приедет". Незадолго до смерти, матушка увидела у одной знакомой брошь-портрет батюшки и неутешно заплакала, восклицая: " Иван Ильич, Иван Ильич",  а когда стали утешать ее тем, что ему теперь блаженно хорошо, она сказала: "ему-то хорошо, а мне так тяжело без него, ведь 53 года все были вместе".  Предчувствуя близную свою кончину, матушка часто, сидя в кресле, устремляла взоры на образ и говорила: "надо мне приготовиться, надо просить у Бога простить все мои грехи".  Часто вспоминала она и утешалась словами незабвеннаго  батюшки, нашего общаго предстателя пред Господом Богом сказанными им 17-го декабря, когда передали, что больная матушка очень горюет, не имея возможности, по болезни, придти в кабинет и ухаживать за ним: "скажи жене, что она всегда со мной, и я всегда с нею".  Эти слова все время ободряли страдалицу, утешали ее в долгих страданиях надеждею, часто после кончины своей батюшка не оставил ее,  возьмет ее скоро к себе, встретит ее в обители небесной и предстательством своим доведет до престола Всевышняго. Обыкновенно тетя на ночь надевала подрясник дяди или спала, покрывшись им.  Каждый раз, когда я ехала в Иоанновский монастырь, она всегда говорила мне:

"поклонись от меня дяде" и горько, неутешно плакала, Начинала у ней болеть сильно рука или нога, она сейчас-же просила помазать больное место маслицем с гробницы незабвеннаго Батюшки.


Глубоко верующая и религиозная, матушка только и надеялась на милосердие Божие и всем сердцем стремилась к спасению душевному. "Иван Ильич, благослови меня, помолись за меня",  несколько раз в день просила тетя своего великаго супруга-пастыря, котораго, к ея горю, пришлось пережить. По кончине его, искренно со слезами молясь сама, тетя, по своему величайшему христианскому смирению, страшилась, что молитвы ея не скоро будут услышаны Господом, и всегда других просила молиться за нее.  Когда я на ночь ежедневно уходила домой, то она, после вечерних пожеланий, постоянно говорила мне: "помолись за меня".  Шла ли я ко всенощной или ко обедне, я всегда слышала из уст ея ту-же просьбу, идущую из глубины сердца: "помолись за меня", и я молилась за нее, как только умела.


Однажды днем, перед моим приходом, тете сделалось нехорошо, и тут она ничем не стала себя успокаивать, как  только   надеждой  на милость Божию: "сегодня суббота, говорила она, Руфа пойдет ко всенощной и помолится за меня".  Так велика была вера ея в силу молитвы вообще, что она даже по моему грешному молению надеялась получить облегчение.


Оканчивая этот краткий очерк, посвященный святой памяти незабвенной почившей, нельзя не остановиться с удивлением на дух ея отличительных чертах:  крайнем смирении и кротости;  в этих двух высочайших  добродетелях  христианских высказалось все величие ея души.  Ни на кого не сердилась, ни на кого не имела злобы.  Если кто и огорчал ее, делал ей неприятное, она безропотно сносила и от души прощала всем.  На вопрос, обращенный к ней: "имеете-ли против кого вражду?" Матушка неизменно отвечала всегда одно и то-же: "нет, ни на кого".  Прощая сама обиды, она и других учила поступать так; бывало скажет: " не сердитесь, Бог Сам укажет, кто виноват, а вы простите".


Никогда не позволяла себе тетя входить в дела великаго пастыря и молитвенника, никогда она не старалась выдвинуться и стать на ряду с ним; оставаясь постоянно в тени, она сияла отблеском его славы, она светилась отражением высоких христианских его добродетелей;  как нежная сестра и любящая мать, она неустанно берегла общее сокровище, и больная, слабая, почти без ног,  всех предупреждала, всех умоляла: " не шумите, батюшка отдыхает",  "не принимайте пока никого, батюшка нездоров".  Батюшка сам знал ея душу, высоко ценил в ней чистоту, кротость и смирение и так отзывался о ней: "жена у меня -- ангел". Все-ли знали, что за спиной великаго праведника, отца Иоанна, стоит охранительница его, -- готова душу положит за него! Если не знали этого тогда, пусть знают теперь и пусть искренно помоляться все за старицу чистую, страрицу кроткую, рабу Божию Езизавету!


Безпределная благодарность к тебе, чудная, самоотверженная мать-воспитательница, и вечная память о тебе, славная жена-девственница Светильника Земли Русской, -- да живут в нас, в наших  детях и внуках!.

ROCOR-MP mega-traitor Mark Arndt jokes with MP Pat. Kirill

Reader Daniel Sharing 

a post on Internet Sobor

 The priestly blessing in the Divine Liturgy: "PEACE BE WITH YOU All!"-as MP- Pat. Kyrill supports ALL! that Putin is doing to Ukraine-here shown with a cartoon of himself, with a nuclear bomb image on his chest, put by Bp. Mark Arndt? or? a hacker-?  


Sun, 22 May 2022

AND, as is here stated: that  ROCOR-MP,-“The Russian Orthodox Church Outside Of Russia” , Of The (Stalin founded in 1943, and illegitimate & anti-canonical! & graceless!) ,  Moscow Patriarchate”, German  Arch-Bishop Mark Arndt, has a good possibility of being the next metropolitan of the American-based, ROCOR/MP!.. replacing its newly departed Met. Hilarion (Kapral)!

Vladimir Putin, “The sincere Orthodox Christian”, is threatening, “if necessary”, of using nuclear bombs/missals on “The West” and Ukraine, if he seems to be loosing his unprovoked savage & insane war on the common people of Ukraine-where over 70% of its citizens are Orthodox Christians !!!, has as his  ‘spiritual advisor’, KGB-old pal, MP- KGB Pat. Kyrill-who openly and shamelessly  backs and BLESSES, ALL!, CRIMES that going-mad, NAZI-Hitler-like Dictator Putin is currently doing to Ukraine and its people, or…MAY  yet do….and THAT IS NOT A JOKE!

Putin also clearly does not value AT ALL! the lives of the expendable young Russian soldiers whom he sends to murder and be killed FOR NOTHING! in Ukraine…they are ‘cannon fodder’ to him, (in the same fashion as young German soldiers were to mad godless dictator Adolph Hitler or Red-Army Russian soldiers were to mad-godless dictator Joseph Stalin),  in his game of chess-his power mad bedeviled  imaginations, the frantic insane acts of a merciless Nazi-like dictator who knows his time on earth is very limited now.

Retired Reader Daniel Everiss in Oregon, praying daily for the salvation of the much suffering Ukrainian people, and for God to remove bedeviled, in extreme PRELIST!,  dictator V. Putin from power…to save Ukraine and to SAVE & free enslaved  unfree, post USSR but hangover, post-Communist, RUSSIA & THE WORLD, TOO!

“Sincere Orthodox Christian”, PATHETIC VLADIMIR PUTIN CLEARILY DOES NOT FEAR GOD!..nor obey any of God’s commandments. Nor  does he serve Him!...and,”THE FEAR OF GOD, IS THE BEGINNING OF WISDOM!”


Evenso, come quickly Lord, Jesus, come quickly! AMEN! And AMEN!


 Metropolitan Mark-Arndt,  joked with Patriarch Kirill- or, this was done by a joking hacker?-yet: from an old wise saying: “Many a truth has been told in jest!”


Author: Internet Cathedral. Publication date:May 17, 2022. Category: Moscow Patriarchate .

On the official website of the ROCOR MP Synod, in the archive section , in the material "January 12, 2009  Munich: The latest issue of the Vestnik has been published on the website of the German Diocese"  when you click on the link, the following image opens:

 Whether it was posted by hackers, or it was Vladyka Mark (Arndt) himself who posted his own opinion about his superiors, is unknown. Now he is a contender for the vacant position of the First Hierarch of ROCOR MP, especially since he does not need to be handed a white klobuk. But how will the authorities react to such a trick? Wait and see.

New Martyr Eugene the Soldier

The New Martyr Eugene the Soldier

 Received His Martyr’s Crown

  10th / 23rd May, 1996, His 19th Birthday

EUGENE was born 23rd May, 1977, in the village of Kouilovo, near the town, Podolsk, just outside of Moscow.  He was an only child, and was baptised an Orthodox Christian as an infant.  His mother’s name is Lioubov (Love) Vasilievna.

In 1989, his grandmother took him to church to confess for the first time and to commune the Holy Mysteries.  The priest noticed that the child was not wearing a cross, and during confession he placed a cross around his neck.  The young Eugene never took it off; he made a thick cord and hung the cross on it.  When his mother noticed that he was wearing a cross, she advised him to take it off because his school friends would make fun of him.  Eugene did not answer, but neither did her obey her.

He finished his studies in 1994 and was then employed as a cabinet-maker, which gave him a good income.  He joined the army on 25th June, 1995, and after his basic training (on 13th January, 1996) was stationed for guard duty at the border of Chechnya-Ingushetia.  On 13th February, 1996, exactly one month later, he was captured.  Here is how it happened.

Four soldiers were sent by the army service (Eugene being one of them) to check vehicles which came from a particular road.  Unfortunately, the officials sent the soldiers without any previous organization or preparation; there wasn’t even lighting or any type of security.  Chechens would frequently pass along that road transporting weapons, prisoners and drugs.  That night an ambulance passed along the road.  When the soldiers stopped it for inspection, suddenly more than ten heavily armed Chechens jumped out of it.  A brawl followed and the four soldiers were taken prisoner by the Chechens.  It was 3 a.m.  At 4 a.m., other soldiers arrived at the road for guard duty, to relieve Eugene and his companions.  When they did not find them, they immediately realized what must have happened.  A few days later, the army service informed the soldiers’ parents of their disappearance.

Eugene’s mother understood that they had been captured and, placing her life in danger, went to Chechnya to find her son.   After many attempts, she came in touch with the leaders of various rebel groups in Chechnya, trying to find the whereabouts of Eugene.  She knew that the Chechens do not kill their prisoners immediately, but wait to see if they can get a ransom and only then set them free.

The Chechens told her that her son was alive but was a prisoner.  They motioned to each other and then became silent trying to approximate the amount of money they could get from her.  At that time, the price for an imprisoned soldier was 10,000 dollars, while for an officer 50,000 dollars.  When they realized that they would not get much for Eugene they decided to kill him.  His mother went everywhere searching for him, she went past villages, roads with mines, battle fronts, and met many Chechen officers.  As she herself says, “I went through all the circles of Hades.”

From the first day of Eugene’s imprisonment (which lasted 100 days), the rebels noticed that he was wearing a cross.  They tried forcing him to deny his Faith, to take off his cross and become a Muslim, with the intention of making him an executioner and thus a murderer of other Russian prisoners.  Eugene refused all their proposals and, despite continuous beatings, many tortures and promises (that he would live if he took off his cross), they couldn’t manage to make him deny his Faith. Later, the same rebel leaders said to his mother: “If you son had become like one of us, we would not have been unjust to him."

On 23rd May, 1996, (the day of his birthday), the four imprisoned soldiers were taken to be executed.  First they killed his three fellow prisoners.  Then they asked Eugene for the last time to remove his cross, saying: “We make an oath to Allah that you will live.”  Eugene refused again, and thus went through his horrifying martyrdom.  They cut off his head completely with a knife, but they did not dare take the cross off his neck.  They buried him with the cross, but without his head. Finally, after nine months, Eugene’s mother found him. The Chechens wanted 4,000 dollars in return for his body.  They gave her a video of he son’s martyrdom and told her about his imprisonment and torture.

Eugene’s mother sold her apartment and everything else she could - even clothes - in order to be able to give the ransom and also pay for the exhumation, a suitable coffin, transportation, etc., which was not a small amount. Finally, on 20th November, 1996, she transported the relics to their village and buried them in the cemetery.  A few days later, Eugene’s father died next to the grave from his sorrow. Immediately, the Holy martyr Eugene began appearing and performing miracles in different areas of Russia.  Below we mention some testimonies and miraculous interventions.

A little girl who lived in an Orthodox orphanage said that once a tall soldier with a red cloak appeared to her and told her that his name was Eugene.  He took her by the hand and directed her to the church.  The little girl said: “I was startled when I saw he was wearing a red cloak, because soldiers don’t wear cloaks like that, and I thought to myself that it must be the cloak of a Martyr.”  In many churches people have seen a soldier with a flaming red cloak who helps prisoners in Chechnya escape from their captivity and from every other danger, such as mines, etc.

In a hospital with war casualties, the wounded soldiers testify that a Holy Martyr with the name of Eugene helps them, especially when they are in a lot of pain.  When some of them went to the church dedicated to the Saviour in Moscow, upon seeing the icon of the Martyr, they immediately recognized him as the one who had helped them.  Even prisoners recognize the soldier with the red cloak.  He especially helps those who are very weak and spiritually down because of their imprisonment.

In 1997, with the blessing of Patriarch Alexis, a book was published with the title “New Martyr of Christ Soldier Eugene.”  A priest by the name of Vadim Skliarensko from Dnipropetrovsk sent a report to the Patriarchate where he mentions that the cover of the book with a photograph of the Saint sends forth fragrant myron.  Three years and three months after Eugene’s martyrdom, the leader and all the members of the rebel gang (Eugene’s killers) were themselves killed in a confrontation with their fellow Chechens.

Many faithful visit Eugene’s tomb throughout the year but mostly on the day of his martyrdom (10th / 23rd May).  On that day one can hear of many miracles worked by him.  He has not yet been glorified as a saint, so as to avoid any misunderstanding.

THIS ACCOUNT was sent us [St. Edward Brotherhood, England] by Abbess Taxiarchia and the sisters of the Sacred Convent of the Holy Angels in Afidnai, Greece, along with a beautiful icon print of the New Martyr in his red cloak.  Sister Myrofora of the Convent writes: “The article on St Evgenios was published on [the] internet in Greek.  Someone sent it to one of the brothers in the Monastery [Fili] and then they passed it on to us.  The icon which we sent to you of St Evgenios was painted by one of the sisters in our Convent.”  In view of the current cross-wearing controversy in Britain, the witness of St Eugene is particularly instructive for Orthodox Christians.  May his holy prayers strengthen us in our confession of the Faith.

source: http://brookwoodblogger.blogspot.com/2012/05/new-martyr-eugene-soldier.html


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Two emails from Maximos November 2020

This is from the time when he had left Etna and had come to St. John's Monastery for an extended visit.   This would be probably soon before the time, or nearing the time, when the possession would become apparent.   Near as I can tell his date of death is on or before August 5, 2021.


Max Ledwidge


Wed, Nov 25, 2020 at 12:40 PM

To: Joanna Higginbotham <joannahigginbotham@gmail.com>

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Hi Joanna,

Yes I decided to enroll at Etna. I wanted to overlook their past and trust that they truly were of one mind with the rest of the Church. I found that to not be true however. Etna still likes to throw around their whole “sick and ailing members of the Church theory” that I believe they were supposed to stop teaching after the union. They like the “River of Fire” piece by Kalomiros, which doesn’t contain a single heresy but seems like it has so much wrong with it that it’s almost impossible to untangle. 

Worst of all to me at least, was the fact that essentially Etna is teaching that the theory of evolution is compatible with Orthodox doctrine. A student I spoke with said when he came to Etna he did not believe in evolution, and after attending he does believe in it and believes it’s perfectly compatible with Christianity. They do not outright claim that God created through evolution, but in their “Science and Religion” course they teach the standard 14 billion year universe theory and evolutionary theory that everyone excepts as fact nowadays, leaving students to come to the conclusion that evolution is compatible with Church doctrine. I went to speak with Bishop Auxentios, telling him I was planning to write a paper on the compatibility of evolution with the Church’s Patristic teaching on Genesis. He spoke for about an hour on the topic. His main “issue” with evolution was that it could be “impious”. When I attempted to summarize what he believed about the topic I said “so one could believe that God created via evolution or created more in the Creationist way of thinking, and both would be fine?” He responded yes you could say that. 

I later wrote him and the teacher of the course a long email pointing out some potential errors with evolution, to which the science professor said he wasn’t going to take the time to respond. Also, when we spoke about the subject Bishop Auxentios (thinking I agreed with him) warned me about writing about evolution because we have a lot of “uneducated and ignorant people in our Church”, AKA everyone outside of Etna who does not agree with them. 

I spoke with Bishop Auxentios again, and he started to deny that he had ever endorsed “theistic evolution” and he began to change his position on the matter. This kind of lack of concern for the truth was appalling to me. I would have been less upset if he preached evolution outright than whatever kind of mental gymnastics they try to pull claiming that “death as we know it now came into existence after the fall”, obviously leaving the door open for “some kind of death” that could have existed pre-Fall, and thus leaving the door open for God creating via evolution. 

I decided that I could not get behind the school, the diocese and its mission if it isn’t going to be of one mind with the Church and the Fathers. This can be summed up by Bishop Auxentios telling me “we are the Church of the Fathers... [took about a 15 second pause thinking about how to put it without sounding impious] but the Fathers didn’t know everything about science.” While it’s true the Fathers did not know everything about science, Genesis is about Divine Revelation, not science. As you know nobody broke down this issue better than Fr. Seraphim but Bishop Auxentios seemed unconcerned with his thorough discussion of the matter. 

I’ll send you what St. Edward’s Brotherhood has said about the matter as well as Fr. Thomas Marietta. Met. Moses also sent out an email about the whole situation yesterday. 

I’ll ask to see if they have any copies and let you know. One other question I had for you is that I remember you mentioning we should not “sing or hymn” the Jesus prayer. I have noticed there are several people here who seem to do that and also say it rather loudly. I read St. Ignatius comments on prayer https://www.orthodoxprayer.org/Articles_files/Brianchaninov-Jesus%20Prayer.html. He says the prayer should be said slowly, lingering over each word, and just loud enough so you can hear it (whispering it). 

I only ask because I’m a beginner, don’t know what I’m doing, and don’t want to pick up bad habits. 

Max Ledwidge


Sun, Nov 22, 2020 at 1:23 PM

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Hi Joanna,

May God bless you through the prayers of St. Nektarios!

I hope you are doing well. Right now I’m doing an extended stay at the St. John of Shanghai monastery in NY. The past 3 weeks have been a big blessing, attending all the services and experiencing some amazing things. It’s starting to get cold though! 

I was wondering if you knew anything about how the Churches in Greece, Romania and Russia/Ukraine had handled the covid lockdown measures since March? Did a majority of the old calendarist churches decide to follow orders to stop allowing lay people at services or limit the number to 10 or so? I ask because I’ve seen a few opinion pieces floating around the GOC about why the lockdowns are a good thing and why we’re apparently doing a God-pleasing thing by complying, but I’m not buying it. 

It seems like in the US I’d say it’s about 50/50 whether a parish complied with lockdown measures or not. Do you have any insight on what the numbers looked like in the Orthodox countries for our fellow true Orthodox brothers and sisters?

Anyway, how are things down south?