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Saint Misaila Kursk

06.01.2019

There is a very special, blessed place not far from Kursk. Here the villages have old, clear and clear names: Muravlevo, Zorino, Baryshnikovo. >,” said the old woman Misaila, who lived in these places for 93 years, and predicted that the time would come when Muravlevo would become famous. When asked by her family when this would happen, she only smiled... But everyone knew that this would definitely happen, because the predictions of the nun Misaila would certainly come true. Matryona Gavrilovna Zorina (Grankina), the future nun of Misail, was born on November 19 (6), 1860 in the village. Muravlevo-Zorino, Kursk district, Kursk province. Her parents, state peasants Gavrila Semenovich and Pelageya Gavrilovna, got married in 1855, and died approximately in 1863 from stove fumes, leaving two young daughters Feona and Matryona. The eldest Feona was four years old, and Matryona was three. According to the tradition of that time, the girls began to be raised by the whole village. The elder sister soon died, and the younger Matryona had to wander around other people's houses until she was 17, enduring the humiliation and difficulties of a semi-beggarly existence. The girl also found consolation in the church. At the age of 17, the rural community married Matryona to a wealthy peasant Vasily Zorin. Vasily Zorin was going to marry the first beauty in the village, but before the wedding, he injured his back while lifting something heavy. The beauty refused to marry a disabled person, and Vasily began to take out his grief on the defenseless orphan Matryona. She had no right to enter the house until she was called; in the summer she slept in the barn, and in the winter in the kitchen. Matryona prayed when she went down to the cellar. The Lord will hear from there too, said Matryona. At the age of 23, she gave birth to a son, Matvey, and three years later she remained a widow - her husband Vasily died of consumption. To feed herself and her son, Matryona had to take on any job. She told how, after daytime peasant labor, with a child in her arms, she transported people by ferry at night. During this period, she found human support only from her mother-in-law, who helped raise her grandson, and after the death of her son, she gave her daughter-in-law a house. The new stage in Matryona Gavrilovna’s life is associated with the fulfillment of her long-standing dream of becoming a nun. She was able to approach her fulfillment only at the age of 45. In 1905, having asked for the blessing of the ruling bishop, Matryona Gavrilovna and a girl she knew were going to Jerusalem. As Mother Misaila told her family, the Kursk governor, having learned about their desire, gave them 50 rubles in gold for the journey. Having reached Jerusalem, Matryona Gavrilovna diligently prepared for tonsure and monastic life. At the Epiphany of the Lord, during the consecration of water in the Jordan, an unfamiliar monk approached her and handed her a stone from the place where, according to legend, the Savior stood when he received Baptism. The monk also handed her the saint’s cap. Who this monk was and whose cap it was is still not known, but the pebble and cap subsequently served mother, helping to heal the most difficult patients. The preparations for the tonsure were interrupted by an unusual dream: the woman saw herself being flooded with water and a voice said: this dream was repeated twice more. If the first time the water flooded her feet, then the second time the water reached her waist, and the third time up to her throat. Then the Jerusalem elders blessed Matryona Gavrilovna to return to her homeland.

Nun Misaila with her family.
(Left to right) son Matvey, granddaughter Lyudmila, daughter-in-law Alexandra, granddaughters Tamara and Nina Some time after returning home, mother fell ill. She woke up in a coffin, as if from a bright flash. The psalmist, who was reading the psalter, ran away in horror. And Matryona Gavrilovna saw in the holy corner, as if in a cloud, the Mother of God, who said: My dear, you have suffered a lot, you have endured a lot, and now, where you will be, I will be there, where your foot will step, there Mine will be ... From that moment on, Matryona Gavrilovna received the gift of insight, the gift of healing the sick with prayers and the gift of advice. Dozens of pastoral and hundreds of human destinies predicted by her. A great many people, through her and her prayers, were able to understand the will of God and touch Divine grace. People flocked to Muravlevo for help and advice not only from the surrounding villages. People came here from Kursk, Moscow, Leningrad, Riga, Yevpatoria, Odessa. When the morning train stopped at the station, the carriages simply emptied. Mother’s fellow villagers said that the procession was similar to the Procession of the Cross, only without icons. Surprisingly, a simple illiterate peasant woman, an orphan, raised by the entire village, was able to become a spiritual support for thousands of people and a prayer book for the land of Kursk in the most difficult years. Thousands of people lived by her joy, her Faith, her love for God, her prayer. And they still live. Nun Misaila went to the Lord on December 16, 1953 and was buried on the site of the altar of the destroyed church in the village of Muravlevo. “When I die, come to my grave, I will help you,” she told people. Today, as before, people come to Mother Misaila and, as before, they find consolation and help and become witnesses of new and new miracles. Borisova S.L. You can get to the village of Muravlevo: by bus from the northern bus station of Kursk; by train to the field station; by car to the village. Besedeno, then from the bus station to the cemetery in the village of Muravlevo.

Mother Misaila's grave

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Blessed Alipia (Agapia Tikhonovna Avdeeva) was born presumably in 1910 in the Penza region into the pious family of Tikhon and Vassa Avdeev. The blessed old woman said that her father was strict, and her mother was very kind, a great hard worker and very neat. Sometimes she would put all sorts of treats in her apron and order her to take them to the poor in their village; my mother gave out especially many treats on holidays. When it was time to study, Agapia was sent to school. The smart girl gave advice to everyone, she was transferred to another class, and among the children a year older than her, Agapia was distinguished by her intelligence and intelligence. In 1918, Agapia’s parents were shot. All night the eight-year-old girl herself read the Psalter for the dead. For some time Agapia lived with her uncle, after studying at school for only two years, she went to “wander” to holy places...

During the years of unbelief - she spent 10 years in prison, despite the difficult conditions of detention, she tried to observe fasting and prayed incessantly.

From Maria's memoirs:

– Mother went through a lot during the period of persecution of the Orthodox: she was arrested and put in a common cell... There were many priests in the prison where she was kept. Every night 5-6 people were taken away forever. Finally, only three remained in the cell: one priest, his son and Mother. The priest said to his son: “Let’s serve a memorial service for ourselves, today they will take us away by dawn”... And he said to Matushka: “And today you will leave here alive.” They served a memorial service, father and son buried themselves, and at night they were taken away forever. Mother was left alone: ​​the door in the cell silently opened, the Apostle Peter entered and through the back door led Mother out to the sea. She walked without food or water for 11 days. She climbed steep rocks, broke off, fell, rose, crawled again, tearing her elbows to the bone. But the Lord preserved her. She had deep scars on her arms, which she showed me. Perhaps then Mother visited the Great Elder of Jerusalem, Hieroschemamonk Theodosius 71, who lived near Novorossiysk in the village of Gorny (formerly the village of Krymskaya). Mother herself said about this: “I visited Theodosius, I saw Theodosius, I know Theodosius.” It is possible that the elder blessed Mother for the great feat of foolishness...

The old woman often recalled her miraculous deliverance, honored the day of remembrance of the Apostles Peter and Paul, and often prayed at the icon of the Apostles...

During the war, Agapia ended up doing forced labor in Germany...

From Martha's memoirs:

“Mother told me that when she was at work in Germany, at night she read the Psalter for women who had children or sick old people at home and led them beyond the barbed wire and they went home safely. Mother herself left even before the end of the war, crossed the front line and went on foot to Kyiv... One day several men caught up with her on the road... She began to earnestly pray to the Mother of God to protect her. Not far away I saw a stack of straw and ran to it to hide from the bandits... She ran to the stack, pressed her back to it, and the Mother of God with tears asked not to leave her.

The bandits ran around the stack, cursing: “Where did she go, she has nowhere to hide!” They stood and left, and Mother looked at herself and saw that she was all light, all her clothes were white, her hands were white... The Mother of God protected, hid from the bandits, dressed her in heavenly light, that’s why they didn’t see her.

Mother was literate, read and wrote well, and knew the entire Psalter by heart.

She once asked me: “What year were you born?”

“1916,” I answered.

- And I’m 6 years older than you.

By the providence of God, for the sake of Christ, the holy fool Agapia was accepted into the Kiev Pechersk Lavra, where she lived until its closure. Archimandrite Kronid, when tonsured into monasticism, gave Agapia a new name - Alypia, and blessed her for the feat of stylite monasticism. The ascetic spent three years in the hollow of an old tree.

“When it was very cold, I went into the corridor to the monks to warm up. Some will pass by, give bread, and others will drive them away... But I was not offended by them,” the blessed old woman later recalled.

Voluntarily bearing the cross of foolishness for Christ's sake, humbly accepting humiliation and insults, courageously enduring hardships, the ascetic acquired humility and meekness, and for this she was awarded great gifts from the Lord: insight and the gift of healing through prayer.

From the memoirs of Inna Alexandrovna:

– My mother and I returned from evacuation to Kyiv. This was in 1947, and they began to go to Father Damian at the Kiev Pechersk Lavra for advice and instructions... Then my mother pointed out to me a thin, slender woman, neatly combed... Mom said that her name was Lipa, she lived in the ravine behind the Lavra fence right under the open sky, spends his nights without sleep in unceasing prayer... Lipa had an unusually deep, pure, warm, affectionate, loving look from his light gray eyes... Lipa's spiritual father was the governor of the Lavra, Archimandrite Kronid. According to the recollections of Mother Alipia herself: when the service in the church ended, he approached her, gave her crackers and said: “Well, it’s warmed up, eat and go save yourself.” She, obedient to her spiritual father, obediently retreated to a large tree and climbed into the hollow, in which it was only possible to stand half-bent over. When in winter the snow was so thick that it was impossible to get out of the hollow and she did not go to church, Father Kronid himself made his way to her, brought crackers in his robes, and called out: “Aren’t you cold?” He left the offering and his invariable word “save yourself” and went to the Lavra, leaving the ascetic in the care of a long, winter night. It was eerie in the deep ravine, hungry, stray dogs came and howled right under the hollow, the frost shackled the half-bent, motionless body. And only the unceasing Jesus Prayer consoled, strengthened and warmed.

This continued until 1954, when Lipa’s spiritual father and mentor, Archimandrite Kronid, died...

She loved everyone, pitied her, and was not offended by anyone, although many offended her with their lack of understanding of the heavy cross that she took on her fragile shoulders.

In simple, modest clothes, she was always neat and clean... It still remains a mystery to me: how Lipa managed to maintain her external cleanliness, beauty and attractiveness, without having a roof over her head... For three years, spending nights in the hollow of a large tree, without having food, she never complained, did not ask for alms, eating what people themselves gave her...

Father Damian also saw her: “Well, why are you sitting here under the steps, you’re cold, go sleep under Father Andrei’s door”... Both elders lived in the same corridor and the doors of their cells were never closed from visitors... Father Andrei received everyone: he reprimanded the possessed , healed the sick, helped the poor, fed everyone from the Lavra meal... It was to this threshold that Father Damian sent the orphaned child of Father Kronid...

Many years later, I understood the meaning of this blessing: Lipa should have already approached the threshold of the miraculous old man. Everything was still ahead: the revival of a child who had died from intoxication, healing from fatal diseases, the expulsion of demons, extraordinary insight, the action of the grace of the Holy Spirit such that the forces of nature obeyed it, boundless, all-encompassing love for people, both good and evil, selfless generosity...

What else I noticed is that Father Damian treated Lipa very warmly and caringly, talked to her as an equal, as his employee, apparently, he saw in her a servant of God and his follower.

Time passed, human sins multiplied, black clouds gathered over the Lavra: rumors spread about its closure. Lipa’s behavior became strange - she raised her hands to the sky, screamed loudly in her Mordovian language, fell to her knees and cried... (Mother grieved, foreseeing the imminent closure of the shrine)

A thunderstorm broke out in March 1961: the brightly shining star of the great shrine set immediately. The bells fell silent. The wonderful choir of monks fell silent, prayers were no longer heard in the churches, the doors of the cells were closed, the corridors were empty, the lamps went out. The elders dispersed - some to eternity, others persecuted by the authorities...

After the closure of the Kiev-Pechersk Lavra, Blessed Alypia settled in a small house near the Goloseevskaya Hermitage. Local residents, who knew about the miracles of healing through the prayers of the righteous woman, came to her in an endless stream for prayerful help, advice, and healing.

From Martha's memoirs:

– Mother Alypia observed the fasts very strictly – she did not eat anything during the First and Holy Week of Great Lent, Wednesday and Friday of each week. I didn’t go to bed, I prayed all night. She wore a large bunch of keys on a cord around her neck - a kind of chains.

Their story is interesting: they said that during the war, while in a German camp, she worked at some kind. And for every person she saved, a small and a large, white and yellow key was added to his neck. Mother wore this heavy bundle around her neck until her death. A thin, strong cord dug into the body, leaving a deep blue scar.

From all sides of our great Motherland, people traveled to this fragile, blessed lamp: archimandrites and abbots of monasteries, monks and laymen, high officials and simple workers, elderly and young, young and children, the sick, the sorrowful and the persecuted. Every day, 50–60 people would come to see my mother. And Mother Alipia received everyone with love, although she saw everyone perfectly well what he brought in himself: faith, love, curiosity or evil. But everyone fit into her heart, she knew what to say and how to tell everyone, who to heal with compote or porridge, and who with ointment or wine. She did not bless her spiritual children to undergo operations, especially abdominal ones.

Mother began to tell me a parable: “Two people are going to church, and towards them a poor man is carrying firewood on a cart. After the rain, the road was washed out, the holes were filled with mud, the donkey stumbled and fell, and the cart with firewood overturned and fell into the mud. The poor man works hard, but cannot do anything himself. One says: “Let’s help him,” and the other replies: “We’ll get our clothes and shoes dirty, and we’ll come to church in dirty clothes, and we’ll be late for the service,” and walked past. And the first one went into the mud, helped the donkey get up, lifted the cart with firewood, helped pull it out of the mud, got all dirty himself, and when he had finished, he followed his friend. He arrives at the church just in time for the service to begin. A friend saw him and asked: “Did you help?”

- Yes, I helped.

- Why are your clothes clean?

The helper looked at his clothes and shoes, and they were clean.

My mother says to me: “Come tomorrow morning, we’ll prepare firewood for the winter.” It rained heavily at night, it was cold, I began to get ready to visit my mother, put on clean clothes and new suede boots. I thought that I would find something to change clothes and shoes from her for work. I came early, but my mother was not at home, the hut and shed were locked... And in the forest it was wet, dirty, I, in my new boots and clean clothes, was carrying branches, stacking them near the hut... And only at 5 o’clock in the evening she walked, tired, carrying on her shoulders basket and bag over your shoulders. Mother asks me: “And did you go to the forest?”

- Yes.

– Why are your boots and clothes clean?

I looked at my feet; my boots and clothes were completely clean. As if I hadn’t walked through mud all day and carried big wet tree branches on my shoulders...

From the memoirs of Anna K.:

“It was an inexhaustible source of miracles and healings that neither life, nor years, nor death could destroy. In the bent, glorious, wonderful creation of God, inexhaustible miraculous power was manifested, poured out on all who came to her with their sorrows and illnesses. No one was inconsolable, did not leave her, and also received spiritual healing. For the first time, a terrible illness brought me to my mother’s house. I couldn’t eat anything... I was completely dry and black, and there were two other small children in my arms at the time. Having no strength, I still, with great difficulty, got to my mother’s house, knocked, she immediately opened the door for me, saying with a smile: “Oh, come in, come in, now you’ll eat”... I remember how shrewdly she looked inside me... She put a frying pan in front of Maria and me, crossed the food and made us eat... I ate with Maria. And this was the first miracle my mother performed on me. I ate everything and didn’t feel like I was full. Since then, the blackness from my face began to disappear, I began to eat and gained weight... Mommy invited me to come to her more often and, thank God, I had somewhere to come. You go to the great old lady sick, broken, barely alive, and you run back like a newborn person. Both sorrows and troubles - everything passed by. Truly, God is marvelous in His saints! Many times, with her prayers, Mother prevented the misfortune that was looming over me and my family... Everyone knows that Mommy treated me with an ointment that she herself prepared. Before cooking, she fasted and prayed a lot. I cooked the ointment all night and prayed the rosary. Leaning towards me, she once said in my ear: “You know, the ointment eats up all the cancer cells.” This was said in a whisper and seriously. I thought: “So this has already been tested, you won’t be lost with the ointment.”

How great was the power of the action not of the ointment itself, but of mother’s prayer acting through the ointment. Out of her modesty, she did not want people to elevate her actions in miraculous healings, and transferred all her power to the action of the ointment, and with a blessing from above, of course, the ointment was healing. When people complained of any pain, she said: “Apply ointment and it will go away.” And it passed... Those who often visited mother said that she predicted Chernobyl 5 years ago. I visited her 2 weeks before the accident, she looked at the icons and said: “Look how they shine, what a fire!” But what could I see? Two weeks later there was an accident. On this day, mother was dressed all in black and repeated several times: “We live by the pain of others!”

One day I brought Mommy two icons of the Most Holy Trinity and St. Nicholas of Japan and she said: “I know him, help me, honey, don’t, help the ELEVENTH, no, don’t.” Tears flooded mommy's face. My premonition predicted something bad was awaiting me on the 11th. She prayed for a long time, asked him and added: “This is a great saint.” And then she added the number 8... The 11th - winter was coming to an end, a thaw had set in, and huge blocks of heavy ice lay on the roofs. My husband was going to work, suddenly, a huge block breaks off from the roof of a huge house and falls in front of my husband at a distance of one step. Just one moment separated him from terrible death.

I visited my sick father in the hospital, and it was already late when I returned home. Right next to my house, someone from the top floor dropped an empty bottle, and it shattered to pieces in front of my very nose, a few centimeters away - in just a moment, it’s hard to imagine what would have happened - it happened on the 8th.

From the memoirs of the spiritual daughter of the blessed old woman Alipia Nina:

“A tumor the size of a chicken egg has formed on my chest. I went to the doctor, they did all the necessary tests, which showed that the tumor needed to be urgently removed... Maria and I are going to see my mother. We just went to see her, and my mother shouts: “Don’t give her up to death!” And she didn’t bless me to go to the hospital... Mother prepared an ointment for me. I applied this ointment to my tumor 2 or 3 times and the tumor completely disappeared. More than 10 years have passed since then. I still have certificates and tests confirming that the tumor was malignant.

When I happened to be alone with my mother, especially in the morning, my soul melted from the warmth, caring, affection, love with which she warmed us. How much tenderness and kindness there was in her is difficult to convey in words; only those who felt it themselves can understand it. Mother said: “The Lord will not abandon my people; somewhere there will be a piece of bread for them.”

One day my mother was sitting next to me. An old wise cat, Okhrim, came out into the garden and walked around the edge of the garden, stopping and sniffing the ground. Mother turned to me: “Do you understand what the cat is saying?”

- No, I don’t understand, it’s not given to me.

- And I understand the cat, and the chicken, and all kinds of birds and animals, so Okhrim came and said that the garden was planted well.

This year my mother had a good potato harvest.

Valentina S.E. - the spiritual daughter of Blessed Alipia, more than once witnessed miracles revealed by the Lord through the prayers of the old woman:

“Mother understood the language of birds, chickens, and cats. Several of us were sitting in the garden, and many birds gathered in the trees and on the roof. They chirped, whistled and chirped. Mother spoke to them in a Mordovian language I did not understand. It was clear from the behavior of the birds that they understood their mother’s words. Sitting nearby was the cat Okhrim. Mother addressed the birds in Russian: “Here he sits, but I don’t answer, if you fall into his clutches, fly away.” The birds rose and flew away... Mother did not eat meat for 47 years...

Mother cooked borscht. People came, I sat on the edge. Mother tells me: “Pour some borscht.” I filled 11 plates. 4 more people came, Mother again said to me: “Pour borscht,” and I thought to myself: “Is there enough borscht?” I looked into the cast iron pot, and there was half a pot of borscht. I thought that I hadn’t noticed how Mother got up and topped up the borscht. I poured 4 plates and I think that if more people come, there won’t be enough borscht. Three people came again, and again my mother addressed me: “Pour some borscht.” This time I definitely saw that mother did not get up from her seat and did not top up the borscht. I go over to pour it, open the cauldron, and there is exactly half of the borscht, as if I hadn’t poured from it - it’s all half. Then I realized that by the grace of God, my mother’s food increased.

I once asked her: “How can I be saved?” She replied: “Lord, have mercy!”

From the memoirs of nun F.:

– I met Matushka in 1981. I came to enter the Florovsky Monastery.

For 21 weeks, throughout the fall and winter, my mother was seriously ill. She did not take food, but only drank a little water. After Easter I ate some milk porridge. Before her illness, mother fed people with what the people themselves brought. And after her illness, until her death, she began to cook and feed people herself. While preparing food, she was not allowed to talk, so as not to defile the food. I cooked borscht and porridge every day. She always prepared food with prayer.

On my next visit, mother looked at the icons and asked: “A finger on a hand or a toe? Is it whole or not? Then he says: “Intact.” And when my brother arrived, it turned out that he was sawing wood and touched his finger, but did not touch the bone.

Mother could hear who was calling her from a distance. I became very ill and began to call Mother for help. Mother said to those gathered: “The doctor in Podil is dying,” and she began to pray for me and prayed all night. In the morning I felt better.

She understood the language of animals and birds. A calf came to her and she fed it. One day he came and stood there, and his mother said: “Your head hurts, come on, eat some bread and the pain will stop.” The elk calf ate the bread and went into the forest.

According to eyewitnesses, in the dry summer of 1986, the righteous woman fasted and prayed for eleven days, and then told her spiritual children that she “begged for rain.” After this conversation, on the same day it began to rain heavily.

For her kindness, many loved the blessed old woman, but there were also ill-wishers whom she and her many visitors irritated. A man who lived next door more than once threatened to destroy the home of Elder Alipia. One day he persuaded a tractor driver to come and use a bucket to pick up the logs supporting the wall of a dilapidated house. The old woman prayed with her hands raised to heaven, asking for intercession from St. Nicholas and help. Here is what the spiritual daughter of Blessed Alipia told about this event:

“The tractor driver hooked the cable to a log under the roof and began to drag the tractor to destroy the roof. Mother began to pray, everyone present began to shout at the tractor driver, exhorting him not to harm mother. At this time it started to rain, so hard that it became dark (the surprising thing is that there was not a cloud in the sky that day). The tractor driver was sitting in the tractor cab, waiting out the rain. But the rain did not stop. So, without destroying anything, the tractor driver drove away. But the house remained standing unharmed. Then people, together, repaired what had collapsed due to disrepair, and mother continued to live in her cell. “As long as I’m alive, the house will not be destroyed, the monks of Pechersk will not allow it, but after death they will demolish it, and nothing will remain,” mother said (and this is what happened).

She amazed everyone who knew Mother with her gift of healing, the effective power of prayer and obvious insight... I suffered from severe headaches. Mother gave me compote to drink and said: “It will pass after the Ascension.” And so it was. After the Ascension, I stopped suffering from headaches... My father suffered from kidney stone disease, was in the hospital, they wanted to have an operation on him, but he did not agree and left the hospital. When my father and I came to my mother, she saw him and said: “Well done for leaving, otherwise they would have killed him.” I gave him compote to drink, and his pain stopped...

Archpriest Vitaly Medved recalls:

– Before the 1000th anniversary of the baptism of Rus' in the Demievskaya Church, my mother comes up to me and says loudly: “Christ is Risen! Now they won’t torture you.”

Then they didn’t register me in Kyiv, I went to her. She looked at me and said: “Don’t be afraid, go, they’ll register you.” And indeed, I was soon registered.

Mother helped a lot in court cases: through her prayers, the terms of imprisonment were reduced; those wrongly convicted were released. Mother helped a lot with various of the most confusing and incorrectly executed financial accounts. Through her prayers, everything was arranged, settled and resolved successfully.

She treated people with food she herself prepared and strawberries, from which she prepared an ointment. Before the explosion in Chernobyl, she predicted: “People will be gassed.”

From the memoirs of Archpriest Anatoly Gorodinsky:

– We first met Mother Alipia in 1974 in the Church of the Ascension on Demievka. It was impossible not to notice her. On the way to church, she always stopped at the store and bought a lot of bread and rolls. She put all this on the funeral table. And she taught us: “Always have a piece of bread with you.” She lived in a small house, which had one room and a small corridor where her chickens and cats, which she always kept, were placed... People came to mother for prayer, advice, and blessings. We needed all this too. She often blessed us and gave us a lot of sweets. We objected why we needed so many candies, but she insisted: “This is for the kids.” But we didn’t have children for 10 long years. We believed mother’s words, now we are a large family. The Lord sent us joy through mother’s prayers and our requests. Before Chernobyl, Mother was very restless; when she sent everyone home, she said: “Close the doors and windows tightly, there will be a lot of gas.” Many asked what to do: leave or stay in Kyiv. Mother did not bless anyone to leave, and those who did not listen later regretted it, it was even worse there. When asked what to do with food, she said: “Wash it, read the Our Father and the Virgin Mary, cross yourself and eat and be healthy.”

From Maria's memoirs:

– The last Sunday before Easter – The Entry of the Lord into Jerusalem for His suffering. Early in the morning, Chernobyl, which my mother had seen back in the winter, broke out. From that day on, she began to give Cahors to everyone who came, but warned: “So that after my death they do not take wine into their mouth.”

Two months before her death, she no longer blessed anyone to stay overnight...

On Saturday (October 29) she sent for me. She told me: “Go to our church, light the candles, but don’t light them, let them be there in the morning. Take the memorial service and run to the Lavra, don’t come to me again.”

On Sunday, October 30, after mass, I came. Mother was very weak. She blessed everyone to go together to Kitaevo: “Pray to the saints and pray for me,” predicting the canonization of 5 saints of the Kiev Pechersk Lavra.

Before her death, the old woman asked everyone who came to her for forgiveness, asked them to come to her grave and talk about their troubles and illnesses.

From the memoirs of the elder’s spiritual daughter:

“Shortly before her death, mother had a lot of people. Suddenly she ordered everyone to kneel down and be silent. The doors opened silently and, turning to those who entered, mother asked: “Why did you come to see me?” Everyone knelt in reverent silence while mother had a quiet conversation with those who came. Who they were and what news they brought her remained a mystery. She did not open it, but after this visit she began to talk more often about death: “I will die when the first frost comes and the first snow falls. They will take me in a car and bury me in the forest.” On October 29, I was at my mother’s and cried a lot: “Don’t stand and cry, but go and give to all the churches.” And letters flew to all the monasteries asking them to pray for our mother. The spiritual children even went to Elder N. far away in Russia: “... The apple is ripe, it can no longer remain on the tree and must fall,” answered the perspicacious old man, who knew his mother only in spirit.

On October 30 there was the first severe frost, and in the evening large fluffy snow began to fall. When they handed out mother’s things, they gave me a pillow. And now, when I get a headache, I lie down on this pillow, and the pain stops.

The kingdom of heaven and eternal memory, our dear mother Alipia, for all your labors that you endured in your earthly life for all of us sinners.

From the memoirs of Ermolenko Ekaterina Ivanovna:

“During the funeral service, a strong fragrance emanated from mother’s body, the hands were warm, and when they were touched, a pleasant fragrance remained on the lips for a long time.

Quite a few testimonies have already been collected about the healing of believers through the prayers of the old woman.

Lyudmila testifies:

“I was baking a biscuit to take to the grave and burned my hand. A large blister formed and my hand hurt badly. At the grave we prayed, had a snack, and when I arrived home, there was nothing on my hand: not a blister, not a trace of burns, and I didn’t feel any pain. I didn’t notice when the healing happened, but only saw the result.

A year later, already in the 2000s, a dense growth the size of a bean formed on the first phalanx of the index finger. This growth made it very difficult to bend my finger. Having already experienced healing from a burn, while kissing the cross on the grave, I asked: “Mother, my finger hurts!” and with this growth she touched the cross.

We prayed... Half an hour later I saw that the growth was no longer there. All that was left was a reddened mark – as a keepsake!”

From the story of R. B. Nina: “A lump the size of a hazelnut has formed on the bridge of my nose. It constantly grew and hardened, making it difficult to wear glasses. When Mother Dionisia left, she gave me a flower from the grave of Mother Alipia. I began to pray to her and apply this flower. Soon the lump quietly disappeared. God bless."

Blessed Elder Alipia, pray to God for us!

The legend of the Kursk oxbow Misail

Our newspaper has already written about the famous Kursk nun Misail. Many have experienced the power of her prayers. And even after leaving for another world, the old woman helps those who ask her for it with faith. This is probably why the path to the grave of the protector of all the suffering and sick is not overgrown.

The famous Kursk nun Misaila

Walking to Jerusalem

Having experienced the suffering of orphanhood from the age of 6, humiliation and insults, the unbearable burden of work from the age of 17, after an imposed marriage, she sensitively perceived people's grief, trying to bestow people with kindness and love, and support them in difficult times. Living in a squalid kitchenette with two benches and one stool, she never ceased to thank God and experience some kind of extraordinary joy. “Joy, what joy!” - she exclaimed.

The future nun was born into the world - Matryona Gavrilovna Zorina (Grankina), in 1854 in the village of Muravlevo (Zorino) in the Kursk province. There is no information left about his parents; he and his sister were orphaned early. By decision of local authorities, each yard took in children for a day. It's hard to imagine their fate. The youngest soon died, and Matryona wandered around strange corners until she was 17 years old. By decision of the same authorities (as if within the framework of guardianship), she was married to a young disabled man, rejected by his beloved on the eve of the wedding due to a spinal injury.

He took out all his resentment on the defenseless orphan. Her suffering intensified, life became a real hard labor. All the housework fell on her shoulders, there was even nowhere to pray - she bowed down, going down to the cellar. She had no right to enter the house unless called; in the summer she slept in the hallway or in the barn, in the winter in the kitchen. At the age of 23 she gave birth to a girl, who soon died. Six years later, a son was born, who was named Matvey. After her day's work, she had to transport people on a ferry all night. It was cold and scary... Only fervent prayer helped to endure it. At 32, Matryona, left a widow with a 3-year-old son in her arms, decides to go to a monastery. She entrusted her son to her mother-in-law. Together with a friend, having asked for a blessing from the Bishop of Kursk and Belgorod Ephraim, we went on foot to Jerusalem. They say that the Kursk governor gave them 50 gold pieces for the journey.

In Kyiv they worshiped holy places, then on to Odessa. They took a steamer to Turkey and from there to Jerusalem, where both were preparing for monastic tonsure. But it turned out differently: at the Epiphany of the Lord, during the blessing of water in the Jordan, an unfamiliar monk approached Matryona, who was standing behind the worshipers. He gave her a pebble from the place where, according to legend, Jesus Christ himself stood, receiving baptism from John the Baptist, and a cap of some saint, saying: “Take it, it will be useful to you.”

Later, Matryona saw in a dream how she was flooded with water, and some voice said: “Return to your homeland, you are needed there.” The dream was repeated three times: the first time the water flooded my legs, the second time it was waist-deep, and the third time it covered my neck. She told the priest about this, they prayed for a long time for admonition, because dreams also come from the evil one. Then the priest blessed her to return to Muravlevo.

The mother-in-law gave Matryona a house, and at the age of 36 the woman fell ill. The illness was severe and fleeting. Matryona woke up already in the coffin, as if from some bright flash. The psalmist, who was reading the psalter, fled in horror. Lowering her feet from the coffin, the Kuryan woman saw in the holy corner, as if in a cloud, the Mother of God “Three-Handed”. The Most Holy Theotokos turned to Matryona: “My dear, you have suffered a lot, endured a lot, but now, where you are, there I will be, where your foot steps, there is mine.” What else was said, Matryona Gavrilovna never told anyone. But from that time on, she received the gift of clairvoyance, healing the sick with prayers and the gift of advice, so necessary for a person in difficult times of life, and took monastic vows with the name Misaila.

God's gift appeared immediately. The first time she showed her neighbor the exact place where to find the stolen horse. Gradually her fame grew. Not only neighbors began to come, people from other villages came. Then people came from Kursk, Moscow, Evpatoria, Odessa, Riga. After the revolution, during the fierce years of the atheism, when monasteries and churches were closed, and priests were destroyed in dungeons, the nun Misaila remained a kind of “lamp”, carrying grace for the salvation of people. People of different beliefs and views came to my mother and asked for advice in difficult life situations. And no one left without consolation and hope. She said that even after death she would always calm down those who came to her grave with their misfortune.

During the years of collectivization, the old woman was forced to wander again for 8 years. Her son was arrested and the house was sold. Only in 1937 was she allowed to build a small log house, which had one kitchen: a table, 2 benches, a stool, icons and lamps. She got up early to have time to pray before the people arrived, lining up in a long line in the yard. Grandmother asked everyone’s name and answered all questions briefly, accurately, and calmly, never repeating herself. Before answering, I looked at the icons. She made everyone feel welcome. How many people visited her kitchen, how many tears were shed, how many hearts were consoled and hopes were given! If she considered something useful, she blessed it, thinking that there was no need to do something, saying: “I’m not giving advice, I’m not taking away your will.”

The district prosecutor and local authorities tried to disperse the people, intimidate them and the old woman, who answered: “I’m not calling anyone, grief calls them, and I can’t help but accept them.” She never asked for anything, and if she received something, she immediately helped others. Many letters arrived every day, and Misaila answered them in the evening. Before the war, the secretary of the Kursk regional committee of the CPSU came to see my mother, usually at night, and his wife. When the Germans were approaching Stalingrad, the secretary of the district party committee, who led the partisan movement, came to the old woman with the question: “What should we do, the Germans are already at Stalingrad?” She reassured him: “The German will flee from Stalingrad,” and blessed him not to disband the partisans and to continue the war. The German commandant of the Polevoy station decided to find out about his family in Berlin. “Your family is alive, no one will die, but you are building a house in Polevoy in vain, you will soon run away from here. And while you’re taking things out, your house will be torn apart log by log.” The officer didn’t believe it, but it was true: he and the soldiers were taking things out, and the locals were already tearing down the walls. The commandant was indignant: “After all, this could be a station, a club.” But, alas! They took it away.

A young fellow villager, Euphrasinya, was worried about her husband: “Grandma, there are no letters from Petrak, he’s probably dead?” The grandmother prays, touches her rosary and confidently says: “Your Petrak is alive - he was wounded in the leg, you will soon receive news.” And, indeed, a letter arrives - the husband was wounded in the leg and is in a hospital in Alma-Ata. Misaila did not tell anyone: “Your son or husband is dead.” But sometimes she answered briefly, as if it was hard for her: “God willing, she will live, pray.” If she described details or spoke confidently, it means she’s alive.

The nun was never wrong

Neighbor Nikolaevna often came, her husband was at the front. The old woman did not answer Nikolaevna’s question for a long time, she kept praying, fingering her rosary: ​​“Your Klim is alive, only in a very dark and cramped place, but it’s okay, he will come home and even bring a gift.” The woman walked home and thought: “In a dark and cramped place, probably in a coffin? Mother didn’t want to upset me.” When Klim returned home, it turned out that he was captured, the Germans drove him into the basement of a house so small that it was impossible to even sit down. At night the bombing began, a corner of the house was destroyed by a bomb, and the prisoners scattered. We passed the front line at night, on the way we came across a store that was being dismantled by people, and he got a roll of chintz. Klim brought it as a gift to his wife.

Whoever came to Misaila - how many people were mentally broken by the war! A girl who returned from Germany: her father hit her on the arm with a rifle butt to take away her suitcase, not knowing that it was his daughter, and her arm was amputated. The officer who took off a German woman's seal coat at a tram stop in Dresden, and her silent reproach followed him everywhere. Another officer - a German saved him after the battle, bandaged his wounds and gave him cognac to drink from his flask, and he shot the Fritz because of his gold watch. And as soon as he stood up, a stray shell tore off his hand with his watch.

And they came with all sorts of ailments! Misaila prayed, gave holy water, used herbs. For those who were sick and possessed, she placed a cap and a pebble from Jerusalem on their heads, placed her hand on the pebble, and read prayers. The architect from Tula was very handsome, and, apparently, some vindictive woman decided to take revenge on him for an unrequited feeling. He was treated everywhere until he found out about the nun Misail.

The man expressed his gratitude on the canvas by depicting a healer sitting with a rosary. Before she had time to come to her son in Kharkov, a police colonel invited her to his 6-year-old son, who had not walked since childhood. The grandmother restored the child's health. Every year this family came to Muravlevo, the boy sat on a bench at the feet of the old woman, hugged them and repeated: “My grandmother, my dear grandmother!”

Lydia Kasmina, who lives on Soyuznaya Street in Kursk, recalls: “The first time I went to my mother was when I was six years old. I was very scared. She sat me down, put a cap and a pebble on my head, read prayers, and when they left, she gave me gifts and said: “Baby, come visit.” The fear was cured the first time, I began to sleep peacefully and not be afraid of anything. After that, she began to call her mother: “Let’s go to grandma.” We asked mother about dad - he suffered from asthma. She told me everything I needed to buy, what medicines and herbs. And when my mother asked about her sister’s husband, Misaila replied: “I don’t want to speak for this atheist. He dries tobacco in the holy corner.” And he actually grew tobacco and dried it in the corner. How could mother know about this?

Kursk resident Anna Melikhova says: “At the age of 5, my son fell ill with diphtheria and became deaf. There was no school for the deaf and dumb in Kursk, so I went to my mother for advice. She said: “Don’t worry, take your son to Oboyan to study, he will get an education. Initially he will work in Kursk. He will be literate, wear a clock, then get married and move to a big city. He will have children: a girl and a boy. He’ll buy a house, but won’t live in it for long, his son will be given a government-owned apartment, and everyone will come and visit him.” This was said in 1931–1932. And all mother’s words came true.

People are still being healed at Misaila's grave

Nina Kirsanova from the village of Besedino remembers the singer Pelageya, who was friends with her mother. Misaila said: “When I die, come to the grave.” One day, Pelageya picked flowers at her mother’s grave, brought them home, and pinned them to the ceiling. When my teeth hurt, I tore off a petal, applied it to my cheek, and everything went away.

Mother often sent people to the Root Hermitage, even when they were not allowed there. Nun Misaila maintained a close connection with the convent of Kursk, but she was especially loved and appreciated in the Glinsk Hermitage. She left this life quietly and calmly, without causing any trouble to anyone. It happened on December 16, 1953. The news of her death spread quickly. So many people came to say goodbye: from neighboring villages, from Kursk, from Solntsevo, Oboyan - from everywhere. The coffin was carried to the church in their hands, everyone tried to touch it.

Now every eyewitness testimony about the life of the old woman is precious. A lot of material has been collected, but will it be enough to canonize Misaila?

Anyone who can contribute to this holy cause, who has memories of instances where the nun helped people during life and after death, can transfer them in writing to the Church of St. Seraphim of Sarov on Soyuznaya Street.

Many go to the house where Misaila lived and see what a deplorable state it is in. But this is a monument to human grief and holy love, a monument to a helper to the suffering, a treasure for all Orthodox Christians. If you can provide all possible assistance for the restoration of the house of Elder Misaila, contact the abbess of the convent on Maxim Gorky Street.

Orthodox stories

The abbot of the Holy Trinity-Sergius Lavra, Micah (Timofeev), recalls:

“...During the Great Patriotic War I had to suffer from a serious illness; I had a brain tumor. And from the age of eight I stopped growing. He remained the same as when he went to school. Until I was twenty-eight, I was as tall as a child. My deceased mother brought me from a distant village outside the city of Stary Oskol, Belgorod region, where I was born, to the regional health department. I was admitted to the hospital for an examination, which did not give any results, they only took a puncture of the brain... My mother, when we arrived in Kursk, went to Divine services at the closed Sergius-Kazan Cathedral, which was built by the parents of St. Seraphim of Sarov, righteous Isidore and Agafya. And one believing grandmother advised my mother: “Baby, take your son from the hospital, even though he’s small in size, he’s still healthy.” Mom heard about the old woman who welcomes everyone who comes to her, the old woman’s name was Matryona Gavrilovna Zorina, and we went to her in the village of Muravlevo near Kursk. We got off the train at Polevoy station, then walked... We reached the village in the evening. My mother knocks on the window, and the old woman comes out...

“Mother, accept us,” mother asks.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time,” Matryona Gavrilovna looks at me, “well, come in, come in...” and she led me... to put it on the pebble... (A pebble from the Jordan River lying in front of the holy images)

“I found out later that the old woman was schema-nun Misaila, and then everyone called her Matryona Gavrilovna. Mom asked her to pray for me. I finished seven grades of school, I was late for the eighth grade, I’m sick, what should I do? And then I became interested in playing the button accordion. “Mom, ask,” I say, “can I go to a music college?” Mom asked, and Mother Misaila waved her hands: “What are you, what are you? No no no". Then I became bolder and asked: “Mother, I live without a father, what should I do?” She answered: “God will give you such a father, such a one...”...

As I remember now, my mother left us to spend the night at her place, early in the morning people came to her, a lot of people. She gave me some gifts as a parting gift. The garden next to the house was her own, but turned into a collective farm. So she even picked me an apple from there, blessed me, prayed, she prayed for me all night. When I, a sinner, was sleeping.

So the whole path of my life changed, it went completely differently. When we returned to Kursk, my mother took me for a blessing to Vladyka, Bishop Gabriel (Ogorodnikov), who temporarily ruled the Kursk-Belgorod diocese, his term of management was coming to an end. He called me to him and blessed me. It was in the Sergius-Kazan Cathedral, in the upper church of St. Sergius, Hegumen of Radonezh and All Russia, the Wonderworker. I venerated all the icons, especially the Kursk-Root Icon of the Mother of God “The Sign”. “Do you want me to take you to my place?” - the Lord asked me. My heart began to flutter, I looked up at him: “I want...” Mom left our postal address for the Bishop, and soon he sent me a letter from Vologda, where Patriarch Alexy I sent him to serve: “Dear Vanyusha, come to me through Moscow, you will be my novice”... My mother prayed, got me ready for the journey, bowed to the ground in front of the village icons and cried... I have not been to Kursk for many decades. And only last year the Lord deigned me to visit the grave of my benefactress, Mother Misaila, in the village of Muravlevo near Kursk, to serve her requiem, to visit that very St. Sergius-Kazan Cathedral, where the Lord once called me to serve the Holy Church... The future one was born Schema-nun Misaila, in the world Matryona Gavrilovna Zorina, November 6 (old style) 1850 in the village of Muravlevo, Kursk province. Childhood was difficult. Left orphaned at the age of 6 with her sister, she was forced to wander among people. According to the decision of the local authorities, each village yard had to take in two orphans in turn for a day. Very soon the younger sister died, and young Matryonushka continued to wander until she was 17 years old. Then her life became doubly difficult, and her suffering increased. The real torment began when, by decision of the same authorities, she was married to a young, handsome, rich... disabled person. His beautiful bride abandoned him: on the eve of the planned wedding, Vasily lifted some heavy load, injured his spine - and his legs became paralyzed. He took out all his anger and resentment on the defenseless orphan. She had no right to enter the house until called. In the summer I slept in the barn, in the hallway, in the winter in the kitchen. All the hard work fell on her shoulders. In addition to daytime work, she also had to transport people on a raft at night across the wide and deep-water Seim. Matryona did not even have the right to pray in the house; she prayed and bowed down, going down to the cellar. Only prayer helped her endure all the torment. She wanted to die, but the Lord God judged otherwise. Her husband died, and at the age of 32, entrusting her son to her mother-in-law, she went on foot, through Kyiv, Odessa, and Turkey, to Jerusalem with the desire to become a nun. Just before her tonsure, Mother Misaila had a dream in which a voice spoke to her: “Return to your homeland, you are needed there.” The dream was repeated three times. With the blessing of the priest, the Jerusalem novice returned to Russia, to her native village. The mother and her son settled in a house donated by their mother-in-law. A few years later she fell ill; she didn’t remember why or how for a long time. I woke up, regained consciousness (as if from an explosion) already in a coffin. The psalmist read the Psalter over the “deceased” woman. When she lowered her legs from the coffin, the reader ran away in panic (they found him by force somewhere outside the village). In the holy corner, as if in a cloud similar to fog, Mother Misaila saw the Mother of God, as she is depicted in the “Three-Handed” icon. The Most Holy Theotokos addressed her: “My dear! You have suffered a lot, you have endured a lot. And now where you are, there I will be, where your foot steps, there Mine will be.” What else the Mother of God said to Mother Misaila will remain a mystery to all of us, but on that day we received from the Queen of Heaven the gift of insight, the gift of healing the sick with prayers and herbs, and the special gift of giving comprehensive advice in difficult moments for a person. After awakening from “death,” Mother Misaila accepted monasticism... God’s gift manifested itself immediately after the vision of the Most Holy Theotokos. A neighbor's horse was taken away, and the old woman indicated the exact place where he could find it. The village started talking about mother. Over time, she became known in neighboring villages, in Kursk, and there the rumor about the Kursk oxbow began to spread throughout Holy Rus'; People began to come and visit her. Strength of character was combined with amazing humility and meekness of heart. She loved people and helped them, loved children, always tried to please them with something; she loved all living things, loved to look at flowers, rejoiced at the starry sky. She welcomed everyone cordially. Meeting people who came from the city, she exclaimed: “My birds have arrived!” Whether at night, early in the morning, or late in the evening, he will shelter, feed, and comfort everyone. How many tears were shed in her kitchen, how many people visited there, how many hearts were consoled and hopes were given! How many times has she provided invisible help to people! Even when she came to visit her son in Kharkov, where he and his family lived after Soviet exile, when people were dying on the move from hunger, my grandmother, having received her portion of bread, secretly brought some bread to a lonely woman. Only later did this woman tell me how her grandmother saved her life. People came to her, drove, flew in from Riga, Leningrad, Evpatoria, Oboyan, Moscow, not to mention nearby cities and villages. But how much “excitement” these people brought to the district prosecutor and local authorities! They tried to disperse the people, intimidate them and the grandmother, but the grandmother answered: “I’m not calling anyone, grief calls them, and I can’t help but accept them.” She never asked people for anything, and if she received something from some, she immediately helped others. I received many letters every day, each containing grief, each containing the question: “What should I do?” The grandmother answered in the evenings, seeing people off to everyone. The “secretary” was my mother, her daughter-in-law. Archbishop Luke (Voino-Yasenetsky) also wrote from Simferopol. I sent my grandmother a photo of me. They could not keep the letters; after the answer they burned them. My grandmother maintained a close connection with the convent of the city of Kursk, but she was especially loved and appreciated in the Glinsk Hermitage, which was famous for the high spirit of monastic life. She continued to maintain close contact with Jerusalem, from where in the village. Monks came to Muravlevo, and people began to call the grandmother’s house “the monks’ house.” From Jerusalem the monks brought her the “Three-Handed” icon of the Mother of God. My grandmother prayed out loud in the morning, but not for long, and she prayed with the rosary every free minute. She often bowed. Even sometimes, leaving visitors, she came to us to pray: she would put down her fans and return to the people. In the evening I found her alone, fervently praying, silent, deep in her prayer. Everyone who visited the grandmother received an equally warm welcome: a beggar or a collective farmer, or the wife of the regional committee secretary, who always arrived by car at night, and no one knew about these visits, what was discussed between them. They went to their grandmother for advice, and she answered briefly, never repeating herself. Before giving advice, she prayed and looked at the icon of the Mother of God. And how many mentally broken people visited her after the war: a girl whose father, without recognizing him, hit her hand with a rifle butt to take her suitcase (she was returning from Germany), and her hand was amputated; and the colonel's wife, grieving that her husband took off the apron from the dead child, in which there remained a carrot cut by the child's teeth; and a former officer, who was saved by a German after the battle, bandaging his wounds and giving him cognac to drink from his flask, and he shot the German because of his gold watch, but as soon as he got up, he was hit by a stray shell, which tore off his hand with the watch; and the officer who took off a German woman’s seal coat at a tram stop in Dresden, and her silent reproach follows him everywhere; and many, many other unfortunate people - they all came to their grandmother for help, for healing their mental anguish. And she prayed for everyone. In Kharkov, where we lived, none of us ever told anyone about our grandmother, but before she had time to come to us, one colonel invited her to his house to his six-year-old son, who had not walked on his legs since birth. And the grandmother returned him a healthy child, with healthy legs. Every year they came to their grandmother in the village. Muravlevo. The boy always sat on a bench at his grandmother’s feet, hugged her legs with love and repeated: “My grandmother, my dear grandmother!” Where is he now, I don’t know. I met them in front of our house a year before my grandmother’s death, in 1952... Just as my grandmother lived modestly, not bothering anyone, loving everyone, helping everyone, that’s how she died - calmly, modestly and beautifully, without tiring anyone. A month before her death, she said: “My son will live another 5 years after my death.” Dad died in 1958. How many people came to say goodbye to her! And from neighboring villages, and from cities, and how quickly the news of the death of my grandmother reached people! Her funeral was held calmly and solemnly. There were three priests and the monastery choir at the funeral. People carried her coffin to the church in their arms, everyone tried to at least touch the lid of the coffin with their hand. Some walked bent over under the coffin from the house to the church. There were so many people that even the Kurskaya Pravda newspaper expressed its “condolences,” albeit in a somewhat unusual way: “... how they allowed such a grand funeral for some old woman.” The image of my grandmother has not changed in me over the many years that flashed through both during her life and after her death. She did everything with the help of God, with prayer in her heart, and always lived in joy. And many who saw her and communicated with her were overcome with joy. The air in her house was filled with some special grace of peace. People felt it and left her comforted and peaceful. “And Muravlevo will become famous,” my grandmother very often said, “but there will be no more of our own.” The path to her grave is not overgrown to this day. She calls to all those who suffer: “Come, I will be here with you and will pray for you.” And people go and receive consolation and healing.

Reader reviews (8)

I lamented with interest. Before that, they gave me a book of memoirs by L. Sokolova about her nun grandmother Misail. The book is talentedly written, it’s a pity that it’s small. In such memoirs you can see without embellishment what life is like. You feel like the author could have said a lot more. I would like to know more both about L. Sokolova herself and about her grandmother and about the entire Zorin family.

I learned about Mother Misail about three years ago, after reading a book to her granddaughter Lyudmila Matveevna, and I cried for a very long time because so much effort was given to helping people and I had a great desire to visit the grave... Time passed: one thing or another in life everything was happening and in the bustle of the world there was not enough time. But on March 7, 2011, the Lord finally honored me and I stayed in this holy place. A huge THANK YOU to the organizer of that trip, and especially to Father Sergei and Elena Medvedeva. The kingdom of heaven to you MOTHER MISAILA. SAVE AND PRESERVE US IN WORLDLY LIFE.

The article is very interesting! I read a book with the memories of her granddaughter! After reading it, I wanted to visit my mother’s grave, which I will certainly do! Thanks a lot!

How to find the house where the late nun Misaila lived?

Please tell me how to find the grave of Mother Misaile? Thanks in advance.

Follow this link for a map of the route to the grave of nun Misaila and a bus schedule https://www.misaila.ru/index.php?option=com_content&view=article& >

I really liked the article. After reading it, I restored in my memory something forgotten about her. I visited her grave and the source, she also helped me. I really wanted a child, but not everything was in order with my health, I asked her and she helped me!

I also went and asked and will go again, but so far to no avail.

Then Grace descended on you! You probably noticed what concentration of a certain energy was in the immediate vicinity of the casket itself? Not everyone can do this. Unfortunately, people who are not believers, often faced with a real miracle, still continue their delusion, until the Lord really pokes them into the most real confirmation of their power and existence! I’ll also add based on my feelings...

You've probably heard about the ritual of telling off? Once I had the opportunity to videotape this action. This happened in the Root Hermitage, in the monastery of Seraphim of Sarov. The rank was performed by Father Nikita. In fact, he never allowed journalists to film the case. But somehow I managed to win his favor, and the blessing was received. At that time, many more people gathered than the home church located in the monastery could accommodate. Therefore, Father Nikita led all those suffering, to get rid of the demon that had possessed them, to the bank of the river that flows under the walls of the monastery. And into which flows a stream, originating from the blessed source of Father Seraphim himself. According to legend, Seraphim of Sarov, having founded a monastery in this place, stuck his staff into the ground, and from there a spring gushed out, the water in which initially became holy. So, Father Nikita arranged people in ranks around him and began the rite of reprimand. The cameraman and I stood at a distance and, trying not to interfere with the process, began filming. God, what started here. Someone neighed like a horse, someone crowed like a rooster. Some were convulsing, and others were dripping with sweat. People's voices changed. One young man, in fact, about whom our story was, from a completely normal person, turned into some kind of monster growling in a voice that was not his own. I heard it with my own ears. Five or six of her relatives could not cope with the little girl. As it turned out, this was not the first time this happened to her, and every time they came with her, they took even more relatives. The girl really scattered grown men as if they were straw men. The worst thing began at the moment when each of those gathered in turn approached the priest, and he splashed holy water in his face and said a prayer. I placed the operator just behind the priest and opposite the faces of those reporting. Some of them received the sprinkling with a blissful smile, others were distorted into a bestial grin. It seemed as if they were being sprinkled not with holy water, but with molten tin. That same girl was barely restrained by all her relatives and literally brought up, so she covered them with a bass voice and such expressions that the little girl could not even know! Upon completion, everyone again became “normal” people and calmly went into their cars to go in different directions throughout the country and nearby abroad... So your tears are Grace sent by the Most Holy Theotokos! And for those who are possessed by a demon, everything is much worse...

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Many Kursk residents have already experienced the power of nun Misaila’s prayers. She has passed away, but she is with those who with faith ask for her help: she is the protector of all the suffering, all the sick, all those seeking the path to God. Having lived through and experienced the suffering of orphanhood from the age of six, and humiliation, insult, and the unbearable burden of work from the age of 17, after an imposed marriage, she sensitively perceived any human grief, selflessly striving to help people, to give them kindness and love, and in difficult times to provide assistance with advice, which is especially necessary at critical moments in life. The whole life of nun Misaila is service to people: she gave everything she had to people, leaving for herself icons of the Mother of God and the Savior and fervent prayers to them. And, living in a wretched kitchenette with two benches and one stool, she never ceased to thank God and experience some kind of extraordinary joy, “joy, what joy! - she exclaimed, feeling especially close to God. And that’s probably why the path to her grave is not overgrown, because God hears her prayers.

The future nun Misaila was born in the world Matryona Gavrilovna Zorina (Grankina) in the village of Muravlevo (Zorino) in the Kursk province in the sixties of the nineteenth century. There is no information left about her parents, since she and her sister were left orphans. By decision of local authorities, each yard took in orphans for a day. It's hard to imagine the fate of these little ones. The youngest soon died, and Matryona continued to wander around strange corners until she was 17 years old. By decision of the same authorities (as if within the framework of guardianship), she was married to a young, handsome disabled man, rejected by his girlfriend on the eve of the wedding due to spinal damage. He took out all his resentment and pain on the defenseless orphan. Her suffering intensified. All the housework fell on her shoulders, her life became a real hard labor. She didn’t even have a place to pray, she prayed and bowed down when she went down to the cellar. She had no right to enter the house unless she was called; in the summer she slept in the hallway or in the barn, and in the winter in the kitchen. A few years later she gave birth to a girl, who soon died, and 6 years later she gave birth to a son, who was named Matvey. After a day's work, she, with her son in her arms, had to transport people on the ferry all night. It was cold and scary, because she was still a young woman. Only fervent prayer helped to endure all this torment. At 32, Matryona remained a widow, having a son in her arms. And now she decides to go to a monastery. Matryona entrusted her son to her mother-in-law. Together with a girl I knew, having asked for a blessing from the bishop of Kursk and Belgorod (presumably Ephraim (Ryazanov)), she decided to leave for Jerusalem. The Kursk governor gave them fifty gold pieces for the journey. They set off on foot. First to Kyiv, to venerate the holy places, from Kyiv to Odessa. We also walked to Odessa. And then they took a ship to Turkey and from there to Jerusalem. Both were preparing for monastic tonsure in Jerusalem.

But God's will was different. At the Epiphany of the Lord, during the consecration of water in the Jordan, an unfamiliar monk approached Matryona, standing behind all those praying. He gave her a pebble from the place where, according to legend, Jesus Christ Himself stood when he received Baptism from John the Baptist. The monk also handed over a saint’s cap and at the same time told her: “Take it, you will need it.” After some time, Matryona saw in a dream how she was flooded with water and some voice said: “Return to your homeland, you are needed there.” She told the priest that they had been praying for a long time for enlightenment, because dreams come not only from God, but also from the evil one.

Pebble, cap and rosary of nun Misaila

The dream was repeated three times: the first time the water flooded my legs, the second time it was waist-deep, and the third time it even covered my neck. And three times the same voice repeated: “Return to your homeland, you are needed there.” The priest blessed her to return to her homeland.

She returned to Muravlevo. Her mother-in-law gave her a house. And at the age of 36, Matryona Gavrilovna fell ill. The illness was severe and fleeting. Matryona woke up already in the coffin, as if from some bright flash. The psalmist, who was reading the Psalter, fled in horror. When she lowered her feet from the coffin, wanting to get up, she saw in the holy corner, as if in a cloud, the Mother of God “Three-handed”. The Most Holy Theotokos turned to Matryona: “My dear, you have suffered a lot, endured a lot, but now, where you are, there I will be, where your foot steps, there Mine will be.” What else Mother of God Matryona Gavrilovna said, she never told anyone. She received from the Mother of God the gift of clairvoyance, the gift of healing the sick through prayers, and another gift - the gift of advice, which is so necessary for a person in difficult times of life.

At the same time, the servant of God Matryona takes monastic vows with the name Misaila.

God's gift manifested itself immediately. The first time she showed a neighbor, whose horse had been taken away, the exact place where to find it. Gradually her fame began to grow. Not only neighbors began to come, but also from other villages, and the city also recognized it. Her circle of fame was expanding. They began to write and come from Moscow, Evpatoria, Odessa, Riga and other cities.

After the revolution, during the fierce years of the fight against God, when monasteries and churches were closed, and thousands of priests were killed in dungeons, the Lord still did not completely abandon our land with his mercy. Lamps were placed among the people, carrying the grace of God, for the salvation of many people. The nun Misaila became one of these lamps for the Kursk people.

With family, 1950

People of different convictions, different views came to mother, asking for advice in the most difficult life situations. And no one left her without consolation and hope. She said that even after death she would always calm down those who came to her grave with their misfortune. During the years of collectivization, Elder Misaila was forced to wander again. Her son was arrested and the house was sold. She wandered for eight years. Only in 1937 was she allowed to build a house, a small log house with one kitchen. All this was modest: a table, 2 benches, a stool, icons and lamps. As modest as her kitchen was, so modest was her life. She got up early in order to have time to pray before the arrival of people who lined up in a long chain along the corridor and in the courtyard. Grandmother asked everyone’s name, briefly, accurately, calmly answered all questions, and never repeated herself.

Before answering, she looked at the icon of the Mother of God, then answered the question. She prayed a lot, and every moment of prayer illuminated her with joy. In everything she saw only the best side of life. Mother received everyone cordially. How many people visited her kitchen, how many tears were shed, how many hearts were consoled and hopes were given. They went to the old woman for advice; if she thought something was useful, she would bless it; if she thought that something shouldn’t be done, she would say: “I’m not giving advice, I’m not taking away your will.” She saw the present of the person who visited her, foresaw the future and based on this gave a comprehensive answer. But how much “excitement” these people brought to the district prosecutor and local authorities.

They tried to disperse people, intimidate them and the grandmother, she answered: “I’m not calling anyone, grief calls them, and I can’t help but accept them.” She never asked people for anything, and if she received it, she immediately helped others. She received a lot of letters every day, she answered the questions: “What should I do?” - In the evening. Archbishop Luke from Simferopol also sent letters. Sent me my photo. Unfortunately, the letters could not be kept, and after the answer they were burned.

Saint Luke (Voino-Yasenetsky).

Canonized, his relics are in Simferopol.

Before the war, the secretary of the Regional Party Committee from Kursk came to see my mother, usually at night, more often than not, his wife. During the war, the secretary of the Besedinsky district committee of the CPSU, he led the partisan movement, and when the Germans were approaching Stalingrad, he came to the old woman with the question: “Is it worth continuing to wage a partisan war if the Germans are already at Stalingrad?” She reassured him and said: “The German will flee from Stalingrad” and blessed him not to disband the partisans and to continue the war.” The German commandant of the Polevoy station also came to find out about his family in Berlin. “Your family is alive, no one will die, but you are building a house in Polevoy in vain, soon you will run away from here, and while you are taking things out, your house will be torn apart log by log.” The officer didn’t believe it, but that’s what happened: he and the soldiers were taking things out, and our people were already tearing the house apart. The commandant was indignant: “After all, the house can be a station, a club.” But, alas! The house was torn apart.

A woman came from Polevaya: “Grandma, I want to leave Polevaya, the station might be bombed, I’ve already moved some of my things from Polevaya to another village,” and the grandmother answered her: “Before it’s too late, return your things to Polevaya and stay in place, it’s war.” “It’s war after all.” The woman listened to the advice, immediately returned everything to Polevaya, and the village where she was going to move burned down.

A young fellow villager, Euphrasinya, came to inquire about her husband: “Grandmother, there are no letters from Petrak (that was the husband’s name); he’s probably dead?” The grandmother prays, touches her rosary and then confidently says: “Your Petrak is alive - he’s wounded in the leg, you’ll soon receive news, and then you’ll be there too.” Indeed, Euphrosyne received a letter and brought it to her grandmother - her husband was wounded in the leg, lying in a hospital in Alma-Ata, he promised to come home after recovery. Some time passed, the woman ran to her grandmother again: “Something happened, probably: there is no Petrak and no letters.” And suddenly the grandmother, as if dissatisfied: “Why did you come, go home.” The woman left silently, but late in the evening she came again joyful and reported that Petrak was waiting for her at the doorstep.

Grandmother did not tell anyone: “Your son or husband died.” But if she spoke briefly, as if it was hard for her: “God willing, she will live, pray. If she answered confidently, or described the details surrounding this person, it means: “Alive.” Neighbor Nikolaevna often came, her husband was at the front. She didn’t answer Nikolaevna’s question about her husband for a long time, she kept praying, fingering her rosary and finally said: “Your Klim is alive, only in a very dark and cramped place, but it’s okay, he’ll come home and even bring you a gift.” The woman walked home and thought: “In a dark and cramped place, probably in a coffin? Mother Misaila didn’t want to upset me, but what kind of gift is this?” Time has passed. Klim also returned home. It turned out that he and his unit were captured; the Germans drove them into the basement of some house, so small that they could not even sit down. At night the bombing began, the corner of the house was destroyed by a bomb, all the prisoners rushed into the scattered area. We passed the front line at night, on the way out of captivity we came across a store that people were dismantling, he got a roll of chintz. Here is Klim himself and with a gift for his wife. Lord, what unknown paths did grandmother take with him along this path!

During the war, Elena Viktorovna (head teacher of school No. 8) lived with her mother in Kursk, and her aunt, a doctor, was at the front. One day a woman came to them, allegedly at the request of her aunt, who (according to the visitor) had been captured and asked to give her a warm coat and some food. They didn't know what to do, but the woman managed to convince them. The next day, Elena Viktorovna collected some things and, putting them on a sled, went to exchange them in the village. They were advised to go to Mother Misaila. She listened to them and said: “Your sister and aunt in the center will soon receive a telegram and a parcel.” They wanted to thank their grandmother with something, but she didn’t even want to listen. This was in January 1943, and in February Kursk was liberated from the Germans, and they received a telegram from their mother’s sister from Moscow (center) that she was working in hospital, and sent her a package.

And how many people, mentally broken by the war, came to grandma! Among them was a girl who returned from Germany, whose father hit her hand with a butt to take her suitcase, not knowing that it was his daughter, and her hand was amputated; and the colonel’s wife, grieving that her husband in Germany took away an apron from a German child,

in which there was a carrot bitten by children’s teeth; and the officer who took off a German woman’s seal coat at a tram stop in Dresden, and since then her silent reproach has followed him everywhere; and a former officer who was saved by a German after the battle, bandaging his wounds and giving him cognac to drink from his flask, and he shot the German because of his gold watch. And as soon as he got up, a stray shell tore off his hand with his watch, and many others. They all came to the old woman for help, for healing of their mental illnesses. And she prayed for each of them.

And they came to her with whatever ailments they had: heart problems, diseases of internal organs, and those possessed by demons - they all came. She treated, first of all, with the power of God. She prayed, gave holy water, and used herbs for treatment. And for the sick and possessed, she put a cap on the head, a pebble on top (the same ones from Jerusalem), and a hand on the pebble and read prayers and, above all, “May God rise again.” An architect from Tula came to see her. He was very handsome and, perhaps, some vindictive woman decided to take revenge for an unrequited feeling. He was treated everywhere until he found out about the nun Misail. Fromov expressed his gratitude on the canvas, depicting her sitting with a rosary, and, in addition, painted her portrait. How quickly the news of her miraculous power spread throughout the cities and towns! In Kharkov, where she came to visit her son, she had no sooner arrived than a police colonel had already arrived and invited her to see her six-year-old son, who had not walked since childhood. And the grandmother restored the child’s health. Every year this family came to Muravlevo. The boy sat on a bench at his grandmother’s feet, hugged them with love and repeated: “My grandmother, my dear grandmother!”

So Lidia Fedorovna Kasmina, born in 1941, Gorki village, Art. Polevaya, who lives at Kursk, Soyuznaya St. 12, apt. 96, recalls: “The first time I went to my mother, I was six years old. I was very scared. She sat me down and put a cap and a pebble on my head, read prayers, and when they left, my grandmother put gifts for me and said: “Baby, come visit me.” The fear was cured the first time, I began to sleep peacefully and not be afraid of anything. After this time, I began to call my mother: “Let’s go to grandma.” But my mother referred to urgent matters and could not go often: either there was no one to leave the sick father with, or the cow was not milked, or the bees could not be left unattended. And the next time we came to grandma, she said: “Dear child, the mother finally chose the time to bring the child, otherwise the child is crying, and there is no one to leave the cow, the sick father and the apiary to.” And she also said: “Olya will learn, will be a boss, and you will have to live out your life with your daughter, and not with your son.” And so it happened. And I loved her like my own grandmother, and we often went to see her, and I did not notice the distance of 7 kilometers, I flew as if on wings. One day we came to mother to ask about dad. She told everything that he needed to buy him, what medicines, herbs: he suffered from asthma. And my mother asks about her sister’s husband (Nikolai Krutilov). And the grandmother replied: “I don’t want to speak for this atheist. After all, he dries tobacco in the holy corner.” And he, indeed, grew tobacco and dried it in the holy corner. How could mother know about this? My parents decided to build a house, but didn’t ask for advice. And when they built it, they covered the roof with straw and went to their mother for advice on what to do next. And she says: “Lord, what have you done, you should have asked earlier, but now you’ve made a mess – neither for yourself nor for people.” Soon the house burned down."

Nun Misaila (center) with the nuns of the Holy Trinity Convent.

Anna Yakovlevna Melikhova says: “My five-year-old son fell ill with diphtheria and became deaf and dumb. Since there was no school for the deaf and dumb in Kursk, she had to go to the city of Oboyan, she went to her mother for advice. Mother said: “Don’t worry, take him, his son is studying in Oboyan, he will receive an education. At the beginning he will work in Kursk.” And she also said: “He will learn, he will be literate, he will watch the clock, then he will get married, then he will move to a big city. He will have children: a girl and a boy. He’ll buy a house, but won’t live in it for long, his son will be given a government-owned apartment, and everyone will come and visit him.” This was said in 1931-1932. And all my mother’s words came true.

He received his education, got married in 1954, and his wife moved to Kyiv. The girl Natasha was born in 1956, and the son Vitya was born in 1963. They lived in perfect harmony; friends and acquaintances visited them in Kyiv a lot. In 2004 they celebrated their golden wedding.

Anna Yakovlevna had four brothers. During the war, everyone was at the front. The war ended, no one returned. And she went to her mother to find out whether they should be remembered in a Christian way. Mother said: “Don’t remember the eldest (Ivan Khalin), he will return soon, now he is on the black earth (he was in captivity); remember two: Anatoly and Vladimir, but Dmitry does not need to be remembered, he is alive, but it is unlikely that you will see him. After the war, he was seen in Kiev, the former deaf-mute Sasha met him himself, but Dmitry asked: “Don’t tell anyone that I saw". The reason is unknown. Such an extraordinary person was the old woman - in the world Matryona Gavrilovna, in monasticism - the nun Misaila.

Nina Kirsanova, Besedino, Kizilovo village was friends with the singer Pelageya, and she says that their family was very friendly with their mother, and she said: “When I die, come to my grave.” And here’s what else she remembered: she was at her mother’s grave, picked flowers, brought them home and pinned them to the ceiling. Then my teeth hurt for a long time. At this time she remembered flowers. She tore off the petal and applied it to the sore spot, and soon her teeth stopped hurting and have never hurt since.

Alexandra Stepanovna Korovina, village of Khvostovo, Kursk region, recalls: “I remember one unpleasant incident. It was at a school in the village of Khvostovo, the neighbor’s son did not want to study, he came to the teacher and said: “Give me a certificate for 7th grade.” The teacher told him not to. And the guy threatened him in response: “Well, you’ll still remember me.” And one day someone set fire to the teacher's house. The teacher’s wife came to her mother, who answered her like this: “You will find out who did this on the day of the “Quench My Sorrow” icon.” And this was the day of the patronal feast in the church in the village of Khvostovo. It was on this day that the police came for this guy, who was suspected at one time. The teacher and his wife immediately remembered everything.”

Residents of the village 2-e Lyubitskoye, Medvensky district, Efremova (married Durneva) Ekaterina Fedorovna, born in 1916, currently living at the address: Kursk region, Medvensky district, p/o Kitaevskoye, village of Znamensky, talks about the oxbow: “Mother Misaila’s foresight has been known in our area since the First World War, when women went to her in the village of Zorino, near Polevaya station, to find out about their husbands who had gone to the front.

When the Great Patriotic War began, our village of Lyubitskoye was occupied in the late autumn of 1941. All contact with the front ceased. To find out about their husbands, brothers or sons, women again went to Mother Misaila 18 km to the station. Field. In 1942, my godmother, Tatyana Konstantinovna Akatova, and I went from the village of 2nd Lyubitskoye. She had many visitors. When my godmother Tatyana and I entered Mother Misaila’s room, she looked at Tatyana and said to her: “Why have you come?” Kuma replied that she would find out about her husband. To this, Mother Misaila told her: “He is at your house.” Kuma could not understand how this could be, but when she returned home, she saw that Mother Misaila had told the truth - her husband was really at home. He fought in a partisan detachment and after the battle secretly visited the house. When I asked her about her husband Andrei, she replied that he was at the front, alive and “the boss.” So it was - the husband was the commander. For her brother, Mitya said that he was in captivity, but would be at home. This was all confirmed: indeed, near Kharkov, my brother, Dmitry Fedorovich Efremov, was captured, but through his friends they managed to rescue him from captivity for a few bags of grain, he secretly returned home, and after his release in February 1943, he again ended up in the Red Army, fought and was killed on the Kursk Bulge in July 1943.

About another brother, Ivan, Mother Misaila said: “Alive, at the front, chief.” And so it was: my brother was a captain and held the defense of Leningrad. I also asked about the husbands of my sisters-in-law Grigory and Nikolai. She replied: “Come back, they will be alive.” And so it happened. After the war they returned home. In 1944, I again went to Mother Misaila to find out about my husband. Mother replied: “He’s in your garden, but he won’t come home. Boss. He will be alive and will return." And, it’s true: my husband was fighting through Voronezh, apparently nearby, but of course we didn’t see each other. In Voronezh he was wounded; was in the hospital. And after the war he returned home.”

Very often, mother sent people to the Root Hermitage, even when people were not allowed there. Nun Misaila maintained a close connection with the Holy Trinity Convent of Kursk, but she was especially loved and appreciated in the Glinsk Hermitage, which, as you know, was famous for the high spirit of monastic life.

Holy Trinity Convent.

She passed away from life quietly and calmly, without causing any trouble to anyone. It happened on December 16, 1953. The news of her death quickly reached people. How many of them came to say goodbye to her: from neighboring villages, from Kursk, from Solntsev, Oboyan - from everywhere. People carried the coffin to the church in their arms, everyone tried to at least touch it with their hand. The singers of the Holy Trinity Convent sang calmly and solemnly. Three priests performed the funeral service. People cried sincerely, they understood who they were burying. People came to remember Mother for several days.

In her entire life, no one heard words of condemnation about anyone from Mother Misaila. She always sought to justify a person, to soften the hostile attitude of his neighbors towards him. I was never offended by my husband either. Love covered everything. Strength of character was combined with extraordinary humility, meekness and kindness of heart.

Misail in the year of death with his daughter-in-law (1953)

Every eyewitness testimony is precious, every grain of memory of the old woman who is now praying for us before the King of Heaven is precious. This is all the more precious to those who turned to her after her blessed death, since the path to Mother’s grave has not been overgrown to this day. A lot of material has been collected, but the work continues, so we ask everyone who can contribute to this holy cause.

Does anyone living remember Mother Misaila, does anyone know the people whom the Lord gave to see her and communicate with her?

A number of publications dedicated to the nun Misaila appeared in the Kursk periodical press and in the newspaper “Rus Derzhavnaya”. A series of TV reports were shown on television, and the Kursk Diocese released a video film about the oxbow. Thus, thanks to the name of the nun Misala, Muravlevo is glorified - this wonderful corner of the holy Kursk land, every day the flow of pilgrims from all over Russia and neighboring countries is growing, even guests from Germany, the USA, and Lebanon have visited here.

If anyone has personal memories or have heard from friends or relatives about cases where the old woman helped people during her life and after death, then you can report them by phone +7-906-572-11-14 or send them by email website [email protected] (if possible, indicate where, when, with whom the miracle happened, its summary, date and your phone number).

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Misaila Kursk how to get there

Kursk region » Kursk district » village Zorino / Muravlevo

In the village of Zorino (Muravlevo) lived the great seer and prayer nun Misaila (in the world Matryona Gavrilovna Zorina) lived in the Kursk region from 1854 to 1953. During her lifetime, dozens of people from different parts of the country came to see Mother Misaila every day, and the old woman always helped them with advice. Nowadays many people come to her grave.

Recently, a temple was built near the cemetery and consecrated in honor of the icon of the Most Holy Theotokos “Joy of All Who Sorrow.” Not far from the temple, on the banks of the Seim River, there is a Holy Spring. The source has been ennobled, and a chapel with a font in honor of the icon of the Mother of God “Life-Giving Source” has recently been built. You can go down to the spring along an oak wooden staircase.

Miraculous healings at the source of Mother Misaila

Hegumen Benjamin, abbot of the Root Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary of the male desert

This happened in 2001, when I was in the monastery of St. Seraphim of Sarov in the Root Hermitage. One day I was attacked by a severe headache, although I usually did not suffer from headaches. For three days I was tormented by severe pain, nothing helped to recover, and then I was advised to go to the grave of nun Misaila. I served a memorial service at her grave, but the pain did not go away. Then I went down to the source, which is nearby, and washed myself. Suddenly, complete healing occurred within a few seconds.

Skripkina Lidiya Nikolaevna, born 1958, Kursk, 07/11/2010

I am telling you about a case of miraculous help from nun Misaila. This happened in 2010. My ear hurt so much that I couldn’t sleep, the pain was so bad. I turned to the doctors, they suggested that I go to the hospital and have an operation, but I decided to first go to Misaila’s grave and get some water at the spring. At home, I prayed and asked Misaila for help, then I dripped this water into my sore ear and went to bed. In the morning I woke up and my ear was gone, it wasn’t even noticeable that it had been very painful recently. No surgery was needed. All this happened thanks to the help of Mother Misaila.

How to get there

By public transport: from the Northern bus station in Kursk by bus “Kursk – Demino”. Take the Kursk-Belgorod electric train to the Polevaya station and then walk about seven kilometers across the field. From the Kursk railway station (Vokzalnaya str., 1) by minibus "Kursk-Polevaya".

By personal transport: along the Kursk-Voronezh highway through the village of Besedino towards the village of Polevaya, then through the village of Baryshnikovo to the Church of the Icon of the Mother of God “Joy of All Who Sorrow” and the cemetery of the village of Muravlevo, about 30 km from the outskirts of Kursk.