Mother of God, rejoice, Sophia Pronoia! Bring us the grace of unearthly peace. Whether we are alone, in the ecumenical cathedral, in a rented apartment, in a prayer house, whether in revelation, in conversation, Whether in prison or on the loose. You save and bring closer to God. Them, abandoned and useless, like ghosts. Those who can no...
Spiritual creativity of Blessed John
Spiritual creativity of Blessed John and the students of his school.
The Psalter of the Queen of Heaven
I trust in You, my Lady, deliver my soul from enemies. I will please You in humility. May the grace of your face embrace my heart. May your merciful eye sanctify my conscience, and I will bring You prayers and petitions to the Good Father. You are the glory of the whole earth. Hail Mary! Holy Virgin, the King of Glory has come into the world...
God-fighting – fighting in love
Jacob became a God-fighter, which translates to ‘Israel’. But ‘God–fighter’ is a negative concept, a God-fighting one… How is it that the church is called a bogoboritsa? Truly so! Her struggle, like Gethsemane, is a struggle in love: when the Most High, diminishing, wants us to get the better of Him, just as Jacob got the better of ‘Someone...
The Elder Gregory – the Hyperborean Christ
The only authentic portrait of the elder Grigory, painted from life in 1913 by the artist Nikolai Kornilievich Bodarevsky, has been preserved. This portrait was kept for a long time in Germany and today it can be found on the Internet. In the portrait, Grigory Yefimovich appears as a gracious elder. The face shines with kindness. There was...
I am persecuted like You, Most Pure Mother
I am persecuted like You, Most Pure Mother Keep me by the grace of the Nightingale Mountain Under the shadow of Wisdom, under the roof of the Most High In the Bosom above the heavens surpassed. I will take refuge in the gardens of your pakibytiynyh O Virgin, O Mother of the passionate and persecuted. Father, my soul is drawn to you From the...
From the earth I will ascend to the Bridal Chamber
In the passion hear the cry in the desert. The holy madness will happily pass away, the radioactive cloud will dissipate, the prison will be replaced by a light face. From the earth I will ascend to the Bridal Chamber. washed, immaculately conceived. to the Throne of the fire-ghost. Beloved — in the ages of His name, The pillar of the fortress...
Russian tears
Evfrosiniya's hut. Nostalgic Russian landscape. A three-horse in the snow rushes through the forest. It's as cold as the North Pole. Sviridov wrote a suite for Mandelstam and orchestra. Two decrepit old ladies, widowed brides. There's no one to say a word to, it's so lonely. Holy Russia is waiting for a New God – a good, different One, without...
O Lady of the Sacred Heart
O Lady of the Sacred Heart, open the doors of the inner temple, illuminate the subconscious cellars. The Lord has chosen You. The first among brides ascended the Solovetsky Cross and received a hundred million silent groans into Her Mother's Bosom. Oh, where are you, where are you, wise virgins, brides of the unnatural? Gone to the halls of...
How light is produced, a poet knows
How light is produced, a poet knows – From the aromas of coniferous trees More, more, From a drop of donated blood From the disaster in Pskov From the Cross of Calvary From the experience of the Holocaust overnight Six million Jews in a civilized ghetto, From an unanswered email From the music of the Kingdom frozen on the forehead of a suicidal...
A man greater than himself
A man greater than himself What kind of crater did he end up in? Here he is a pioneer persistent dwells near a slum dump Ivanov with the pseudonym Perpetusa, not recognized by himself. Here he is distant from the generic program, expelling toxic particles from the lungs. Here he is hanging out among his peers, The suicidal longing of the city...