Prayer in Russian
Blessings to my queen, my hope to the Mother of God, friend of the orphans and strange representatives, the sorrowful with joy, the offended patroness! See my misfortune, see my sorrow, help me as I am weak, nourish me as I am strange. Weigh my offense, resolve it as if you will: for I have no other help except You, no other representative, no good comforter, except You, O God of God, for you will preserve me and cover me forever and ever. Amen.
Prayer in Old Church Slavonic with accents
My Most Blessed Queen, My Hope, Mother of God, Friend of the Orphan and Strange to the Representative, the Sorrowful to Joy, the Offended to the Patroness! See my misfortune, see my sorrow; Help me, for I am weak; feed me, for I am strange! Resolve my grievance, as if I were wrong: for I have no other help than You, no other Representative, no good Comforter, except You, O Mother of God! May you protect me and protect me forever and ever. Amen.
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The Most Holy Theotokos is without a doubt the most revered of the saints. She, like no one else, has the boldness to ask her Son for anything. The Virgin Mary is a helper and intercessor to people. There are many biblical legends that tell how the Mother of God saved Christians from various troubles, epidemics and cataclysms. The Virgin Mary is the personification of true faith in God and hope in his mercy. The prayer “To my Queen, my Blessed Mother of God…” is one of the most powerful in Orthodoxy.
It is called the Ladder, which translates as “ladder” along which the Savior came into our world to save us sinners.
The meaning and meaning of prayer
The words “Offering to my Queen” have a deep meaning. This is the initial, first phrase and it means a respectful greeting. Instead of these words, you can say my hope, intercessor, comforter. This is how, in accordance with the Orthodox Christian tradition, the patron saints and guardian angels are greeted.
In the prayer text, its first part, attention is focused on the fact that “my Mother of God” sees all the sorrows and troubles of those praying, feels their sincerity and it is impossible to deceive her.
The Power of a Prayer Text
The prayer to the Mother of God “My Queen, Most Blessed” is revered and loved by all Orthodox believers. When reading it, excitement, experiences and inexplicable feelings arise in the heart of the person praying. The phrases of the prayer text express all the love of a Christian for the Queen of Heaven. They contain trust, hope for help and patronage of Saint Mary.
The words of the prayer “My Queen Offering” are regarded by some as a spell that can protect from trouble and instantly solve all problems. Actually this is not true. The phrase affirms the believers' recognition of the Mother of God as a saint, close to God and intercessor of all those in need of her help. You can add a morning rule to your prayer text. But you should not read it every day, but only when your soul is heavy, when you are overcome by need or illness.
The Mother of God is able to help a person, give him consolation when he has already despaired of receiving help from anyone. The Church knows of cases when a sincere appeal to the Intercessor saved a person from death. In a dream, she came to those asking for salvation and told them what exactly needed to be done so that the tragedy would not happen.
You should not abuse the kindness of the Mother of God, her love for people, simply reading the words with a strong prayer. It should be pronounced only with faith in the soul, bringing calm to your nerves and thoughts. Saint Mary is the mother of all believers. You should treat her like a parent, love, honor and obey.
If there are any disagreements with the birth mother, they must be resolved before applying. Talk to your parents, ask for their forgiveness and explain the difficult circumstances.
Even if the truth is on your side, ask your parents for forgiveness for harsh words and disobedience. Then the Mother of God will be favorable to you, she will save you and help you if necessary. But you should not read the prayer text just like that, without reason or without faith.
Father Iliodor had one question: “How happy are you?”
This year, at the Entry into the Temple of the Most Holy Theotokos in the Optina Hermitage, they not only celebrated the patronal feast, but also especially commemorated her monk, Hierodeacon Iliodor (Gairian), who had recently reposed in the Lord. 30 years ago on this day, His Holiness Patriarch Alexy II ordained him there as a deacon. So on the 40th day of his death, his soul appeared before the Lord on the very day when it dedicated itself to serving the Church.
But serving the Church of Christ is not only waving a censer and proclaiming litanies... Even in the monastery, his all-encompassing love, like sunlight, did not fit. Mother Lyubov Vyacheslavovna Shevchuk, an employee of the Sretensky Seminary library, remembers Father Iliodor, whose children - one, John, is a novice of the Sretensky Monastery, the other, Nikolai, studies here at the seminary, daughters: Anya - the wife of a priest, mother, Masha - an icon painter.
From right to left – Father Iliodor and Mother Lyuba and Father Alexy Shevchuki
There were no other people's children for him. And in general no one was a stranger to him
We met Father Iliodor at the very beginning of the revival of Optina Pustyn, in the late 1980s - early 1990s. There was no lukewarmness in him at all - he was so hot that he sacrificed himself without a trace.
He was so ardent that he sacrificed himself without a trace
In 1992, my eldest daughter Anya was supposed to be born, I was admitted to the maternity hospital in advance - I had health problems. My husband and I were students back then and lived in a dorm. And this is also the time in the country... Our hostel, thanks to Father Iliodor, probably only survived. When the food ran out completely and there was absolutely nothing to eat, someone was sent to the monastery... Our messenger returned with a backpack and string bags. I still remember the lentils - at that time we survived at the expense of these offerings. And here I am in the maternity hospital. I hear someone shouting from the street:
- Lu-yuba! Lu-yuba!
And this is me in Baptism of Love. And so I have a different name. But I got up and went to the window. And - in the white snow, I see someone wandering... A familiar silhouette... “Theophilus!” – you can’t confuse him with anyone! That was the monastic name Father Iliodor had at that time: God-loving. Even then, he walked around everywhere in a cassock, which was, in general, a novelty at the very beginning of our frenzied 1990s. There, in Tver, where we studied at the university, the 4th maternity hospital is right opposite the diocesan administration. But for the first time, the entire medical staff carefully contemplated such a performance...
They were all huddled there on the stairs, staring...
Mother Lyuba Shevchuk with children
And we, women in labor, were not allowed out to see our husbands. It was only possible to approach the window. The situation in society as a whole was harsh: then, in the 1990s, many people began to find themselves on the street because of all sorts of scammers. And in the maternity hospital there were some homeless people: now, she will give birth, and then what?.. And all of this somehow hung heavy with such a leaden atmosphere of uncertainty. Nobody needs anyone... And so...
Fireworks of care, joy and love
Father Iliodor is already entering the corridor!! Wow!!! And it was just some nurse who went to take out the slop and left the door ajar, and he broke through. Like a whirlwind of some sparkling happiness! Fireworks of care, joy and love! Something unprecedented for those walls painted with monochromatic paint... So he also waves his hand to others behind him:
- Guys, come here! We'll freeze our children!
There were no other people's children for him. And in general, no one was a stranger to him: everyone is God’s people, they just make mistakes sometimes, and those who are deeply rooted need to be helped...
And so, the men make their way behind him in single file, looking around like this... The doctors are still silent too. We stared: what's going on here? Just a silent scene.
And Father Iliodor in his cassock and skufiya seemed so fantastic to everyone then that no one could say a word to him. How some other reality burst into our stuffy little world. He is already pouring out gifts from his huge backpack, like Santa Claus - St. Nicholas the Wonderworker.
“This is honey,” he says (and he actually supplied me with honey and red wine throughout that pregnancy; the doctors told me: I needed to increase something in my blood there), and then extracts the gifts of care: “Here, this is a shawl for you so that it was warmer, woolen socks... Father Mikhail and I consecrated a cross, you can put it on the baby... - he conveys, I feel: someone is already there, on the doctor’s stairs, starting to sob...
And at that moment he turns around. And they remain silent and watch, and only someone sobs loudly...
“Lyub, and Lyub...” Father Theophilus was already worried, “and what are they?” Everyone looks at me like that...
“What,” I say, “do you think monks come to the maternity hospital every day?” – I didn’t bother explaining that it wasn’t the monks who gave such care to some of the wives, but then more and more civilians began to appear, they couldn’t wait...
“Oh,” Father Theophilus rushed about directly. - Guys, let's leave!
And suddenly he froze at the door and turned around:
- Love, I would have come to you yesterday! We spent the night here, at the diocesan administration. If only I knew you were here - across the road! I would have been here yesterday! – and stepped with a crunch into the snow.
Missionary landing
And then that year he brought us a whole carload of books. At that time there was no spiritual literature at all. People were hungry for spiritual food. And we distributed these books - among young people, and also to older people, for missionary purposes. And then there were already sectarians everywhere. It was necessary to arm our people with something. There are so many troubles because of all these deviations! We even carried these packages from Father Iliodor to the maternity hospital for the doctors! It was distributed to everyone who was ready to receive this Word of God.
We had a friend there in the dorm - Gerka Mikhailovsky. So he told how everything happened.
Father Iliodor comes with a novice to us in Tver, he himself in a cassock, enters the dorm:
– Where do Lesha and Lyuba live?
The watchman was stunned. He looks like he’s a ghost, and also can’t say anything in response. So Father Iliodor waved to the novice:
- Bring it in!
They moved the books. They are sitting on the windowsill in the common corridor, - Father Iliodor is praying, the novice is dangling his legs, - and here Gerka is walking... She can’t believe her eyes.
- Father Iliodor! What are you doing here?!
He explained to him the purpose of his missionary landing. They moved the books upstairs - half our room was filled up. And the dorm there is large, 12 floors, and so, we provided all of them with catechetical literature.
"How close is Heaven"
Father Iliodor with Elder Eli in the Optina Monastery And then, I remember, one day a car pulls up, Father Theophilus jumps out - cracks, opens the trunk, and there it is filled to capacity with such glossy calendars. I approached. It was then that the pop gloss began to penetrate into Russia - all sorts of vulgarity corrupting... And here, I see: the Optina brethren killed on Easter 1993... Hieromonk Vasily, Monk Trofim, Monk Ferapont... I almost burst into tears.
“You see,” he says, “we honor those who are far away either in time from us or at a distance.” Ecumenical saints. Or, here, a boy was killed in Chechnya, his head was cut off because he refused to remove the cross (about Zhenya Rodionov - Ed.) - what a reverence among the people. Certainly! Necessary! And we seemed to know our fathers closely, even some of their infirmities - who doesn’t have them? And then I’m serving a memorial service, and they tell me: one’s child was healed here, at their graves, and another’s had something settled through prayers to them. This is all given by faith. And I began to look at everything differently.
He fed everyone, both the birds and the dogs... In general, such a soul pitying everyone
Father Eli also said then:
– See how close Heaven is. We knew the brothers when they lived with us. We saw them at work every day. But now children are named after them.
Father Iliodor then delivered oil from lamps from their graves everywhere, some little books about the brethren. Very many then, having learned about them (just as the experience of the new martyrs converts many), became churchgoers.
To Optina, I remember, and from our university dorm after such missionary forays of Father Iliodor to us, an endless pilgrimage simply began. Father Iliodor invariably took those who were in a hopeless situation financially under the wing of his cassock. She had such wide sleeves that the priest could even carry out some dish from a meal in such a spreader - to feed the hungry.
Although he generally fed everyone who came into his hands: both birds and dogs... In general, such a soul pitying everyone. I wanted everything to be done so that there would be more love in our world.
How Father Iliodor enrolled me, my husband and my son in the womb as “novices”
Kolya and Masha Shevchuks We got used to him as Theophilus, and then, when he was tonsured into a mantle with the name Iliodor, we were sitting one day, and he suddenly asked:
- Do you know when my name day is?
“Yes, I haven’t thought in this direction yet,” I answer.
– When is your daughter’s birthday?
- December 2nd.
– And my name day is December 2. Do you see what a relationship?! God arranges everything. This is all for a reason.
And he called my children that, one after another. The next time I was pregnant, he responded:
– If a son is born, name him Nicholas (he revered St. Nicholas very much), and if a girl, then Mary.
Novice of the Sretensky Monastery John Shevchuk So I had both a boy and a girl! Twins! And then we didn’t try to find out or scout anything in advance. What a miracle it was. Father Iliodor later boasted to everyone:
- So they listened - so they obeyed! I tell them: “If a boy is born, name him Nikolai, and if a girl, then Maria,” - that’s how they gave birth to Kolya and Masha!
That’s how he signed me and my husband up as “novices.”
And then she’s already pregnant again, but I see: he’s not considering the option of a girl at all, but right away:
- There we have the monastery of John the Baptist. Let's call him Vanka.
Later I told Vanyukha how I grew up. And now he retells all this ironically, although he himself became a novice, so this is like a revelation-prophecy, consider it given to him from Father Iliodor even before his birth.
So now, when we talk to the children about who is named after whom, novice John reports:
- And I’m in honor of the monastery!
“The main thing is that God believes in you”
I remember we were once in Optina for a liturgy, we were leaving the church, Father Iliodor was with us. The service was long and drawn out... And suddenly some guy, all in dreadlocks, came up to him:
“I’m looking for the meaning of life,” he announces. - Explain to me! I don't believe in God. Prove to me that He exists.
- What do I have to prove to you? – Father Iliodor grinned. – He doesn’t believe in God. There aren't many like that. The main thing is that God believes in you. What are you looking for here? He doesn't believe in God! Why did you bring it here?
“I’m looking for the meaning of life...” he somehow got caught up.
- Meaning of life?!! Do you have a family?
- Yes, wife, three children...
- It's normal! He has three children, and he came here to the monastery, looking for the meaning of life. It gives! Go see your children!
Father Iliodor was very careful that there were no distortions.
“Do you want to live godly?»
I remember we just got married, my husband and I, we came to Optina. And Father Iliodor will immediately find your bearings in any crowd and come up to you with a censer. So that time:
- Love, go over there to the temple of St. Onuphrius of Malsky of Pskov... A new temple has been opened, come and look! – he said and moved on.
I’m standing there, thinking: “When the all-night vigil ends, I’ll go and have a look.” Usually, monks, on the contrary, order: stay in the service, don’t be distracted... And then, I see, he again directs his flying step towards me...
– Did you go to the temple? – stops, smokes, looks around.
- No.
– ?! – stared at me.
- Why go straight during the service?..
- Yes, go during the service.
– Maybe we should wait until it’s over?
- No, go now.
So I went. And there is Father Eli, he was still a schema-abbot, now he is a schema-archimandrite. Father was sick then. “Does not accept anyone,” as we were told upon entering Optina. And then I see: he’s standing at the lectern, confessing to some woman. I gathered myself internally: “Since I came, that means I also need to confess.” I’m not ready myself, but I have to go. She said what she remembered. And the priest listened somehow detachedly, this happened to him: they say, that’s not the point, - and then he said:
– Do you want to live piously?
“Of course,” I agree.
- Let your husband go to serve God.
- And where: to the priesthood or... to monasticism? – I was confused.
- Well, what kind of monasticism?! You got married recently! Of course, let him go to the priesthood.
- But as?
- Well, how? I’m coming to Akathist now, let him meet me and see me off.
How we ended up in monasteries
I return to the temple and tell my husband:
– Father Eli told you to go serve God.
- But as? Where the hell am I going?!
– I don’t know, I’m not an old man. But Father Eli said that he would now come to the altar, so that you would meet him and escort him to the monastery.
That's how it all happened. Soon the priest appeared in the church, he went to the altar, Alexey went to the salt, the priest came out, and somehow the people dispersed, which rarely happened. So Alexey led the priest to the monastery (although it is still unknown who was who) ...
Father Alexander Khoroshilov with Anya
Coming back...
- Well, how?!
- I did not get anything…
- How?
- Well, he says something to me - I don’t hear, he says - I don’t hear, I bow lower and lower, and at the end at the monastery he has already turned and announced: “They don’t throw the cross, they take it off. Remember the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross,” and he left. I don’t know what to do next.
And then, due to some simply miraculous circumstances, the husband was ordained for the Exaltation. Now he serves in the Olginsky monastery in the Volgoverkhovye region (Tver diocese). He is in the women's, and I am in the men's - in Moscow Sretensky, I work in the seminary library.
Our children are all on the church path: John is a novice here, in the Sretensky monastery; Kolya is a seminarian, also here, studying for a master’s degree at Sretensky Seminary (he was recently given the medal of Equal-to-the-Apostles Nicholas of Japan); Anya became a mother, her husband, father Alexander Khoroshilov, is a priest, they have already given birth to two children; Masha is studying to be an icon painter and works in a museum.
So that we all rejoice with the Most Holy
Father Iliodor always had a lit censer in his pocket - ready. He was running around everywhere: not only at the murdered Optina brethren, but also at the grave of Mother Sipporah, he would rush to serve a memorial service, and wherever he happened to be at the icon of the Mother of God, he would arrange an Akathist. He would gather everyone, the people simply sang at his Akathists, so that for another week, or even more, everyone’s souls sang and praised the Most Holy One - they were in such joy that it was as if they were already in heaven. And after the Akathists, everyone will be honored to sing “Agni Parfene”. I also distributed printouts to everyone so that they would not forget to praise and thank the Mother of God, then everything in life would work out!
The people simply sang at his Akathists, so that for another week everyone’s souls sang and praised the Most Holy
Masha, my daughter, remembers that Father Iliodor also served the Akathista to the Mother of God at night. In the temple only the lamps flickered unquenchable, but somehow my soul felt light. And once we all take up “Offering to my Queen” together, there will definitely be no more adversities. Masha was once very ill in her youth, so he told her “to eat cherries,” and he himself prayed for her, although she herself, apparently looking at him, began to read Akathists every day. And she was completely healed; she no longer remembers much about her illness.
Father Iliodor was always attentive to people during these Akathists. He did not go into prayer with his eyes turned to Heaven and did not see or hear anyone or anything. No, he himself came up, was interested in what was in someone’s soul - if he saw: the person “Rejoice!” he sings, but he himself is in some kind of confusion... This confused others: how is it supposed to talk during the Akathist? But the priest lived by these Akathists, he had them endlessly, and in the fact that he did not lose sight of people, he also realized his service to the Church of Christ.
“Reprove a wise man, and he will love you...” (Proverbs 9, 
I remember Father Iliodor once threw his jacket over my shoulders - these are natural chains! There, not only this censer lit in the inner pocket burns so much that whether you like it or not, you sober up... But also - a lot of prayer books, an Akathist Book, a missal, and even for the distribution of holy items: butter, some pebbles from holy places, icons and books, plus apples, cookies, baked goods, all kinds of sweets in abundance... I was almost crushed by this whole load - I couldn’t bear it. And he also flew through life with all this heaviness.
And a brother ascending into Heaven is known to be grabbed by the boot and immediately beaten to the ground. There were always some kind of raids on him.
We come, I remember, once to Optina. He comes to meet us... “Father Iliodor...”. He looks majestic, his hair flutters in the wind... And the closer we get, the more it takes our breath away. He’s itching in his felt boots, and the thaw has already begun, and everything is somehow awkward: at first I stared at those wet felt boots of his, as if I was hiding my eyes at the ground, and they had trousers tucked in... Yes, some kind of coat thrown on that didn’t fit... And the wire , I remember, this one was put through a loop, and a button was attached to it...
Father Iliodor in Optina Pustyn
– Father Iliodor... What happened to you?..
- What? Naked monk! Subdivide.
- What happened?
I walked through the monastery, it turns out, and there are monks sitting there, eating chocolate in an intelligent way...
- Brothers, what are you talking about? Do you eat chocolate? Are there any children in your monastery?
“Oh, children?!! In a monastery?!” - Apparently, someone got angry at him and decided to rein him in. Pitch.
At one time, Father Iliodor’s cassock, by the way, was often removed. He violated the Charter. Played the fool. This cannot be packaged into disciplinary clichés.
The highest degree of love is not possession, but service.
But the point is not how externally you fit into some regulations. Others fit in, but what’s the point... But Father Iliodor had many spiritual gifts. This is why the enemy attacks. It does not give rest, it acts both through those who are distant and through those who are closer.
Loved to the point of sacrifice. I could love to such an extent that I could give freedom
He may have acquired something with his ascetic life, but he also had such a talent - enormous - not silver (cf. Matt. 25:27), but simply golden, that no amount of our efforts could get it. Just a surprise from God. THE GIFT OF HUGE LOVE FOR PEOPLE. All-consuming. He has it - somehow, always at the ready - a censer in which the burning ember does not go out. Loved to the point of sacrifice. He could love to such an extent that he could give freedom. Complete freedom! This is the highest degree of love. With self-denial. Not possession, but service. Not falling into some kind of foundation is a tradition by which the Pharisees, it is known, lived (cf. Matt. 15:30), but standing before the Living God. He wasted himself completely. The same wheat of Christ is in the teeth of predators.
“How happy are you?”
Masha once drew an angel in half a turn for Father Iliodor and sent it to him. Otherwise, at Christmas, the kids will stick plasticine figures on him, smack them on some cardboard, and give him as a gift. So he always carried these children’s crafts and drawings, like the greatest shrine, through the entire monastery - as if the angel himself had just appeared to him, or he was contemplating the Incarnation itself: the Lord is still very small - Christ is born, glorify! - descended into the cave of Bethlehem... It’s finished! And Father Iliodor rejoiced.
Although his joy was always so deep that somehow sorrow was felt in it: the Lord appeared, and His people - the Pure, the Holy - would still be crucified...
Even in his joy he did not forget about the sorrow of the world; He didn’t let anyone lose heart even in hardships
Even in joy, he did not forget about the pain of the Most Holy One, about the sorrow of the world; Even in times of hardship, he did not let anyone lose heart. And he knew how to see the great in the simple, and he always took care of the most vital, simply elementary things. His questions were simple:
- What are you eating? What are you wearing now? Do you have a fur coat? Or at least a coat? And the boots? Don't your feet get wet? What about work? How much do you get? Oh, that's not enough. What are your relationships like at work? What?!! Maybe I can find something else?
Father Iliodor always had, in essence, one question: “How happy are you?” - “Are you all right? Tell me." He will listen... “Oh, something’s not all right...”.
They re-catechized her, or what?..
Father Iliodor once rushed past me in Optina:
“Listen, I’m under control,” he quickly handed over something, “here, take it.” We’ll go with you now... We need to visit here.
I see food in bags.
Taxiing the car. He looks worried - a matter of life and death. Praying. We went to a village nearby. There is a young family there. We go in... The unpleasant smell hits me straight in the face, like a backhand... I look around, and the mother who stands up to meet me has a child in her arms - scrofulous... He has staphylococcus. It took my breath away. It’s already at such a stage that he might even die: he’s covered in a rash...
Father Iliodor also looks askance, but his face is blank from emotion, he doesn’t know: how to convince her, what words to choose?...
He unloads the food onto the table, gathers his thoughts and strength, - there are children around, and there are many children, spinning around - they grab, look at who took what, and then they eat somehow greedily, avidly, they begin, clearly hungry...
- The child needs to be treated! – Father Iliodor can no longer hold back his tears, his voice is so trembling, he is trying to find the right intonation.
And as we drove, I prayed, but it was clear that I couldn’t break through some kind of wall... And now:
- No! - she persists. “They’ll take you to the hospital and inject you with antibiotics... It’ll go away on its own.” God will help. I will also sprinkle it with holy water.
And Father Iliodor - with such bitterness:
- Well, why are you torturing him?! What does God send us doctors for? – he didn’t scold, he just tried to convey it with such heartfelt, unbearable pain.
Did someone re-catechize her, or what?..
He is both mom and dad to everyone
And his heart ached for everyone. He was especially touching towards children. Like a quonk, he was ready to take everyone under his protection. I remember it was so cold outside, autumn was already chilly, it was drizzling, a woman was leaving the church...
Like a kvochka, he was ready to take everyone under his protection
Apparently, the baby asked to pee. So she takes off his pants right there and begins to take off his pants: here, they say, pee in the flowerbed... That’s when Father Iliodor attacked her:
- What are you doing?!
- Well, he’s small, can’t he pee in the flowerbed? - she is amazed: they say, it’s still drizzling, and why are you so scrupulous and bashful?
“What are you doing, I ask,” he covers him with a robe from the wind. - You'll catch a cold! Why did God give him to you, so that you could mock him? You won’t be able to treat his kidneys for life!
He always protected all the kids this way, protected women - all the weak.
He is both mom and dad to everyone. More than some mothers, I felt and understood. He admonished me in a fatherly way. He held everything and everyone in his heart. “Be perfect, as your Father in heaven is perfect” (Matthew 5:48).
Rules for reading a prayer address
The main rule that believers must observe when turning to the Mother of God is a respectful attitude towards their parents. Holy Mary is the mother of God and all Orthodox. She patronizes all who believe. But she will not fulfill the request of a man who treats his own mother poorly, is rude to her, and contradicts her. Before addressing yourself as “my Mother of God,” you should establish a relationship with your family and ask them for forgiveness for involuntary offenses.
The prayer appeal to the Most Holy Theotokos, “My Most Blessed Queen,” helps in the following cases:
- heals from illnesses;
- helps the oppressed and offended;
- resolves conflicts;
- fills a life full of despondency with joy, prosperity (we also recommend you strong prayers for well-being in the family);
- gives the family peace and tranquility.
You can read the prayer in the church, after the service, go to the icon, light a candle and pray.
How to read the prayer to my Queen, offering hope to the Mother of God?
If you are a religious person, then it is best to contact the Mother of God twice a day: morning and evening. If there is someone in the room besides you, it is advisable to pronounce these words to yourself so that no one else hears the words. You can write a message on a piece of paper, fold it several times and put it in your wallet. This must be done so that no one else sees this action. Therefore, such a note is usually placed in a secret pocket. This kind of ritual will help protect you from the evil eye, diseases, and also improve relationships with colleagues and family.
Appeal to the Saint
