Once a military man came to Lyuba Ryazanskaya’s grave, he put the grave in order and, at his own expense, purchased and installed a cross and a fence. No one could understand who he was and why he came to Lyuba. Then he said that when he was very ill, blessed Lyubushka appeared to him in a dream and told him to go to Ryazan and find her grave.
After the military man did everything Lyuba asked him to do, he received healing. After this event, every year he comes to Lyubushka’s grave and orders a memorial service for her.
Blessed Lyubushka of Ryazan is a saint of the Russian Orthodox Church. Memorial Day of Blessed Love - February 8/21.
Lyubov Ryazanskaya was born in the city of Ryazan in 1852
After her healing, Lyuba began to bear the heavy cross of foolishness
From that time on, Lyuba began to bear a heavy cross. She began to visit all the churches and monasteries in the city of Ryazan. Everyone loved her like family. One day she had a desire to go to a more secluded place, so that nothing would distract her from prayer.
Then Lyuba decided to imprison herself between the stove and the wall in her own house. Three years later she received a blessing and came out to the people. By that time, many already knew about blessed Lyubov.
After her healing, Lyuba began to bear the heavy cross of foolishness. By that time many already knew her
Lyuba visited many people without an invitation. Sometimes she made various figures from scissors and paper. And then she left it with the owner of the house. That's exactly what she predicted. To whom she gave a horse, people knew that they had a hard road ahead; to whom she gave a wreath, it meant marriage.
In 1917, a strange event occurred. Lyuba walked around the city and shouted: “The walls of Jericho are falling, the walls of Jericho are falling!” Then everyone immediately understood what blessed Lyuba was talking about. At that time there were many elderly nuns in the Kazan Monastery. Soon she told them that they would definitely leave their bones in the monastery, but other people would not. After some time, the monastery was closed.
Saint Alexander Nevsky - Russian prince who converted the son of Batu Khan to Christianity
One day Lyuba gave two girls paper icons. One had an icon of St. Alexander Nevsky, and the other had an icon of Blessed Anna Kashinskaya. Soon the first girl married a man named Alexander, but the second girl followed in the footsteps of Anna Kashinskaya. She was widowed very early, and had two children on her own.
Shrines of the Nikolo-Yamsky Temple
In the Nikolo-Yamsky Church there are: a shrine with the relics of Saint Blessed Lyubov of Ryazan, an icon of the saint with a particle of her relics.
Life of Saint Blessed Lyubov of Ryazan*
(Lyubov Semyonovna Sukhanovskaya 1852-1920)
Blessed Love is the patron saint of the city of Ryazan and its inhabitants. “Our beloved” - this is how the people heartily call her and with special tenderness and reverence they preserve the memory of this saint of God.
Her life came at a very difficult time for Russia: revolution, persecution of the Orthodox Church. But God is merciful. To console believers and strengthen their hopes, He sends His saints. This is how blessed Love appeared to the people of Ryazan. That is why, to this day, believers treat her name with reverence and prayerfully call on her in sorrows and sorrows. She hears every heartfelt sigh and does not leave those asking her for help without consolation.
Lyubov Semyonovna was born on August 28 (September 10, New Style) 1852 in the provincial city of Ryazan. Her parents, Semyon Ivanovich and Maria Ivanovna Sukhanovsky, according to documents from that time, were burghers of the city of Pronsk, and constantly lived in Ryazan in connection with their father’s work. In addition to Lyubushka, there were other children in the family: the eldest sons Vasily and Grigory and daughter Olga, born in 1856 in Pronsk. Lyubushka was baptized in the Ryazan Church of St. Nicholas (Nicholas the Longneck) by priest Pyotr Dmitrievich Pavlov, the father of the famous academician Ivan Petrovich Pavlov. Apparently, by 1880 the Sukhanovsky family lost their breadwinner, and the widow Maria Ivanovna and her two daughters settled in a house on the corner of Vladimirskaya and Voskresenskaya streets. Subsequently, the family moved to a house on Zatinnaya Street, where the blessed one lived until her death in 1920. Lyuba's spirit was burning, but her body was weakened: for 15 years she could neither walk nor even stand on her feet. In the room where she lay there was an icon of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, and Lyuba prayed to him and loved the Saint with all her soul: she knew how much good he did to people. But the time came, and the Lord looked upon His servant and revealed His will to her through His saint. One day, when Lyuba was alone in the house, Saint Nicholas appeared to her, and her returning mother found Lyuba standing on her feet.
“My daughter, is that you? How did you get back on your feet?” – exclaimed the delighted mother. Lyuba raised her hands to the icon of the Saint and said: “The saint Nicholas appeared to me and said: “Get up, Lyuba, walk and act like a fool,” and I rose to my feet, and he became invisible.” The mother was very happy about this event, but at the same time she was saddened by the foolishness destined for her daughter. Without hesitation, she went to the priest of her parish and, having told him everything, asked for advice. The priest, having listened, answered her: “God’s will, do not detain your daughter, let her go, let her go and act like a fool, from the Lord a person’s feet are straightened.” The mother submitted to the will of God... Since then, Lyuba has taken on a difficult feat. She became a regular visitor to all Ryazan churches, loved to go to the Kazan convent, where she lived for a long time with some sisters, and more often with Mother Abbess Catherine, an intelligent, well-read, soulful woman from the noble family. Under the shadow of the stone arches of churches, in the mysterious twilight, illuminated by the light of flickering lamps, the dark faces of saints looked at Lyuba and called her to the feat, and the words spoken to her by the Saint were heard... Thus the desire for asceticism matured in her heart. The people of Ryazan are still alive who have heard about her as an ascetic who enclosed herself in a space between the stove and the wall in her house. There was no room for retreat, but there was a desire for achievement, and with the assistance of God’s grace, she accepted it. There is no doubt that during this period of her life a man of strong will and exalted soul was formed from her. How did she pray, what did she see and hear at that time? All this is known only to God. But time passed... After standing in the wall for three years, Lyubov Semyonovna came out of it. Perhaps she had an indication of this from above. Prayer for others, good advice, affection, sensitivity, the desire to warn against danger, compassion for people became her lot. She did not run from people, but helped them. Lyuba was often seen on the streets of Ryazan, in familiar families. She often went into the shops of poor merchants and took what she needed without asking. They did not scold her, did not persecute her, but rejoiced, because this was a sure sign that trading that day would be especially successful. Some merchants themselves called to her, but she pretended not to hear and walked past.
Sometimes after a whole day of walking she had to rest, and then she would sit on the porch of the house and be given something to eat. She willingly took from some, but to others she said: “You yourself don’t have much,” and she didn’t take it. But even if she took it, she didn’t bring it home, but distributed it to those in need along the way. She knew the poor and the beggars, and they also knew and loved her. There were people who were afraid of her insight. These are probably just suspicious people or those who have a guilty conscience. There were also those who did not believe her and laughed at the blessed one. Lyuba endured everything patiently, and the smile almost never left her face, which, in addition to the usual friendliness, expressed great willpower.
One day, a carriage pulled by three thoroughbred horses drove up to the porch of the house where Lyubushka lived. It is unknown who was inside the carriage, but Lyubushka did not want this meeting, hid and sent her sister to say that she was not at home.
Lyubushka dressed simply, in colorful dresses, and on her head was a scarf, sometimes blue, sometimes pink. She especially loved the color pink and wanted her coffin to be upholstered in pink when she died.
One girl was very afraid of Lyubushka’s insight. The girl was not bad, but her fear was unaccountable. One day she got up early and began to put on the samovar. He lights a torch and sees Lyubushka entering the gate. In fear, the girl ran to lock the door so that the blessed one would not enter. And Lyuba is already on the threshold and says: “I was in a hurry, I was afraid that you would lock the door.” She took a chocolate candy out of her pocket and handed it to her with the words: “Here’s a candy for you, you’ll definitely eat it.” Just eat it yourself, don’t give it to anyone.” The girl did as Lyubushka said, and from that time her fear disappeared, and she joyfully met the blessed one every time.
Lyubushka used to go to familiar houses. Knowing where each housewife had what things, she took out scissors and paper and began to cut out some figure, and then she gave the cut out to whomever it was intended for. And those who were afraid of such predictions hid the scissors in advance - they knew that she herself would not ask. But it was not possible to avoid predictions: in such cases, Lyubushka plucked figures out of paper with her hands and still gave the intended prediction: who cares - a horse or a train, who wants to get married - a wreath, and who wants death - a coffin. And she made such figures very skillfully. He will give it silently and leave. And it came true... The novice Frosya lived in the Kazan Monastery with the robed nun Artemia. Sometimes Frosya was visited by her sister, who really wanted to enter the monastery, but she was young, and therefore she was not accepted. One day she came to the monastery and again started talking about her desire to be in it. At the same time, Lyubushka came to mother Artemia. She took scissors and a large sheet of paper from the chest of drawers and quickly began to cut something out. Then she laid out the cut out circle on the table. And what happened there? Monastery fence, church and choir. Pointing to Sister Frosya to the choir, she said: “This is where you will sing, you will also read.” The time came, and the girl entered the monastery. She was assigned obedience - to sing in the choir. She turned out to be the owner of a rare voice - a female bass. In addition to singing in the choir, her obedience was also reading the Apostle. There were only two nuns with such a voice in the monastery, and they alternated between each other: either the choir, or the reading of the Apostle. And when the monastery was closed, she sang in another church until she was old.
Long before the closure of the Kazan Monastery, Lyubushka foresaw this event. She said to some elderly mothers: “You will leave your bones in the monastery, but others will not.” But then that mournful day came - the last in the life of the monastery. “What lies ahead?” – each of the nuns involuntarily thought as they left the monastery, which had become family and friends. After the silence of the monastery, life in the world frightened many of them: there was anxiety in their hearts, the unknown lay ahead. But that day, as often happened, Lyubov Semyonovna came to the monastery. The worried and upset sisters surrounded her. She was serious and concentrated, hardly spoke, but she worked deftly with her hands.
A sheet of paper, scissors, or just your fingers... And everything became clear - who would get married, who would die, who would leave, and who would live and work at the church.
Subsequently, many sisters of the Kazan monastery met each other and remembered what Lyubushka had cut out for them, and were convinced that everything she had predicted had come true. “She came to our family,” said one woman who knew Lyubushka, “as if she belonged to us and loved us all. At that time, my father died in Moscow. His mother decided to transport him to Ryazan and bury him here. Although it was difficult to do this in such a difficult time, they still transported and buried him in Ryazan. Lyubushka was also here. They began to bury a grave in the cemetery, and she moved a little to the side alone and began to dig another grave. Our grandmother saw this and reproachfully said to her: “My dear, what are you doing? You’re digging a second grave, because we haven’t had time to bury this one yet.” She answered: “And we will bury the little sparrow here.” Soon a boy in our family died, who was two months old. That’s when we realized what little sparrow she was digging the grave for.”
Lyubov Semyonovna was also invited to weddings with the intention that her presence would bring happiness to the newlyweds. But it wasn't always like this. One rich Ryazan merchant gave his daughter in marriage. Many guests from the bride and groom were invited. The wedding was luxurious: a richly decorated table, music, flowers... The groom carefully hid his strong addiction to alcohol, and no one suspected him of being a drunkard. Imagine the amazement of the guests and relatives of the bride when Lyubov Semyonovna, who had not previously known the groom, loudly announced at the table: “The groom is a bitter drunkard, and the young woman will not be happy.” And the fun was darkened, and they even regretted calling the blessed one. And then, when they were convinced of the truthfulness of her words, they loved and respected her as before.
Lyubushka came more than once to her home, where her large family lived. Her grandfather was still alive then. It coincided one day that my godfather came to my grandfather and at the same time Lyubushka. They talked with grandfather, and the godfather decided to play a little joke on Lyubushka. “So, Lyubov Semyonovna,” asked the godfather, “tell us, when you die, who will get your house?” The blessed one smiled and answered: “To the soldiers.” They began to laugh at her words.
Then no one could have imagined that over time the house would actually be demolished, and in its place a military warehouse would be built and soldiers’ equipment would be stored in it. So the soldiers got the house... Three girls, friends, were preparing for exams. My friends heard about Lyubushka and decided to go to her and ask how the exams would go. They came, but they were afraid to ask. They barely had time to cross the threshold of her house, and she was already greeting them warmly: “And this is what came to me... Katya, Shura and Lida,” and she called them all correctly by name, although she did not know them before. She herself began to speak for them: “We have exams soon, but we are afraid. Don’t be afraid of anything, everything will go well.” And the girls left reassured. The exams were passed successfully.
Before the overthrow of the king in 1917, the blessed one walked through the streets of the city and repeated: “The walls of Jericho are falling, the walls of Jericho are falling.” They asked her what she was talking about, but Lyubushka did not explain her words, and when the October revolution took place, everything became clear. On Christmas Day at four o'clock in the evening, Sh.'s family always drank tea. By this time, the grandmother came to the table and poured tea for everyone. By this time Lyubov Semyonovna often came. So she comes one day and holds something in her hands, and her grandmother asks: “What do you have in your hands, Lyubushka?” She replies: “Well, I’m walking past a funeral shop, and there they are upholstering a coffin. I took a piece of velvet. Here, take it". “Why do I need him?” - asks the grandmother. Before she had time to receive an answer from Lyubushka, they came with the news that Daria Afinogenovna Mareeva, her grandmother’s godfather, had died. And the deceased’s coffin was upholstered in the same velvet, a piece of which Lyubushka brought with her... So she was in a hurry to prepare her grandmother for the sad event. Lyubushka predicted their future fate for the two little girls. She was a frequent visitor to their home. Pure children's souls were not afraid of anything and trustingly clung to her: “Aunt Lyuba, tell us what you know.” Lyubushka, smiling, took a small package out of her pocket, unfolded it, and in her hands were two paper icons: she gave one icon with the image of St. Alexander Nevsky to the eldest girl, and to the youngest - an image of the holy blessed princess Anna Kashinskaya. Subsequently, the elder sister married a man named Alexander, named after the noble prince Alexander Nevsky, and they lived at the Alexander Nevsky station. The fate of the youngest turned out to be similar to the life of the holy and faithful princess Anna Kashinskaya: having lost her husband early, she was left a widow with two children.
...Elizabeth M., who personally knew the blessed one well in her youth, spoke about Lyubushka’s death. “Three weeks before her death, Lyubushka came to our house. Our family was large, and Lyubushka loved us all very much. I was the youngest in the family, and she especially loved me. That time she affectionately told me: “Lizonka, I’m going to die soon, and you go and pray to God for me. Go to my grave and take the sand from the grave, and cover my coffin pink.” And I ask her: “Why do I need sand?” She thought for a minute: “But still, take the sand,” she said, “sprinkle it into a jar of flowers, and there will be grace in the house.”
At the beginning of 1920, Lyubushka caught a severe cold, contracted pneumonia, and on February 8/21, 1920, she passed on to the Lord.
“When Lyubushka died, I was at work. Returning home, I immediately went to see her. Cleanly put away, she lay in a coffin, and the coffin was cleanly planed, but not upholstered. Then I remembered Lyubushka’s request to cover the coffin with pink and began to wonder: how can I fulfill her request? The shops were empty. The material was sold using coupons, but our family already received everything. I think I’ll go to the store and at least ask for some gauze. She came and started talking to the manager: “I should at least buy gauze from you, I need to upholster the coffin for an old lady I know, she asked me about this in advance.” The head called the boy student: “Misha, we have pink gauze on the shelf there, go and bring it.” I thought in my heart if he was laughing at me, is gauze pink? But I see the boy is carrying a pile of beautiful, deep pink gauze. There has never been such gauze on sale. So they upholstered her “house” in pink. Yes, they made frills and bows all around - it turned out beautifully. Thus Lyubushka’s dying wish was fulfilled.”
The year was 1920. The civil war, people suffered at the front and in the rear: there was no bread, firewood, kerosene... It was as cold in the houses as on the street. Instead of lamps, “morgasiki” were lit in the evenings, and under such lighting the children learned their lessons. The adults were concerned about how to get food for the family. It seemed that everyone was thinking only about themselves. But when they learned that Lyubushka had reposed in the Lord and was being buried, all matters were abandoned, and people hastened to see the blessed one off on her last journey. The streets along the route of the funeral procession were filled with people. The police took measures to maintain order. This is how the people honored the memory of Lyubushka.” Since 1901, according to archival documents, after the death of her mother, Lyubushka lived with her sister Olga Semyonovna. Her sister treated her condescendingly: she didn’t offend her, but she didn’t believe her either, saying: “Our Lyuba is letting herself into a whim.” But when she saw many people accompanying the blessed one on her last journey, she cried bitterly and said: “How many people knew my sister, I was the only one who didn’t know her.” And the words of the Holy Gospel came true: “A prophet is without honor except in his own Fatherland and in his own house.” (Matthew 13:57)
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After the death of Lyubushka, through the diligence of a deacon of one of the churches in Ryazan and other admirers, a monument was erected at her grave. Years have passed. That monument has been gone for a long time. Over the years, the grave became almost forgotten. And the cemetery became less visited. And then one day a military man came to Lyubushka’s grave and soon erected a cross and a metal fence at his own expense. He told about himself that his life was extremely unsuccessful. He was sick and the doctors could not help him. But Lyubushka appeared to him in a dream and said: “Don’t worry and don’t worry. Go to Ryazan, find the grave of Lyubov Semyonovna Sukhanovskaya in the cemetery, put a fence around it, after which you will be healthy and happy.” He did everything she told him and received healing. Failures no longer haunted him. In gratitude for her help, he annually came to her grave and served a memorial service.
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One girl’s mother, her only close person, died. Left alone, she grieved greatly, yearned and cried. Kind people advised her to order magpie for her mother, saying that it would calm the soul of the deceased and bring relief to her. The girl answered: “Wouldn’t I have ordered it, but I spent money on the funeral, and I don’t have money for forty years.” But then she sees a dream. Lyubov Semyonovna appeared to her and said: “Don’t worry, don’t cry,” and she was holding government loan bonds in her hands, “check them, maybe you won.” And indeed, when the girl checked her bonds, it turned out that they had won. During the period of her mother's illness and funeral, she completely forgot about them. With this money, the girl ordered a magpie for her mother, after which she felt calmer, for which she constantly thanked Lyubushka when she came to her grave.
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“The Great Patriotic War was going on,” says one clergyman, “I was 14 years old then. In the city, bread was given on ration cards, but here, in the village adjacent to the city, they were given flour. I got in line and stood there... The weather was cold, my clothes were bad. I feel cold. I'm thinking about where to go. Some friends lived nearby. Came in. At the entrance to the entryway there is a perch for chickens, and in the corner there is something attached to the wall, standing up. I was drawn there: let me see what’s there on the other side. He pulled it aside and saw the painted fingers under the layer of dust. I grabbed the bag, wiped off the dust, and it turned out that it was an icon depicting the supreme apostles Peter and Paul. I entered the house where my grandmother, Elena Petrovna, lived, and asked to sell the icon, but I myself thought: “I don’t have any money at all, but my mother is unlikely to give it, maybe I’ll be able to beg anyway.” And she answered: “Volodenka, how can you sell an icon. Maybe it’s a sin, and they might even open a church. I won’t sell or give away, don’t even think about it!” I tell her: “If they open a church, I’ll give mine there too.”
At that time I only had two icons at home: the Savior and the Mother of God. But she didn't want to listen. In the afternoon I decided to go to the grave of blessed Lyubushka. He came and told everything as if he were alive. Came home from the cemetery. Some time passed, and suddenly my mother shouted to me: “Yurka has come to see you.” And Yurka says to me: “Grandma Elena Petrovna told you to go to her right now.” I came, and she told me that such fear had come over her that she could no longer keep this icon with her, and she gave me the holy image. In my heart I thanked Lyubushka for her help. I washed the icon in the pond and brought it home. This was the first big icon in our house.”
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A woman working on a cattle farm lost her pig. The search for him yielded no results. For the loss, they had to recover its value from her, and at the same time they suspected her of dishonesty. The woman did not live richly, but honestly. She came to Lyubushka’s grave and with tears asked to help her find what she had lost. Returning from the cemetery, she learned that the pig had been found. She cried with joy and thanked the blessed one.
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Servant of God Vera, the wife of the singer of the Sorrow Church, fell ill. She began to feel very sad, and the melancholy gradually drowned out the desire to pray. Vera stopped going to church. Seeing her dangerous state of mind, the woman went to Blessed Polyushka, who lived in the Zakharovsky district of the Ryazan region, with a request to pray and help in trouble. When she told the blessed one about her difficult mental state, Polyushka advised her to return to Ryazan, go to the grave of blessed Lyubov, take the sand from her grave, pour some water and drink.
Returning to Ryazan, God's servant Vera did just that and felt healthy. The melancholy is as if it had never happened. The desire to visit the temple and find joy and consolation in prayer arose again.
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In 1992, through the diligence of the brethren of the St. John the Theologian Monastery, a chapel was built at the grave of Blessed Lyubov, and on June 10/23, 1998, her holy relics were transferred to the Church of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker in the Yamskaya Sloboda in Ryazan. Blessed Lyubov of Ryazan is commemorated on February 8/21 - the day of her death; September 17/30 on the Day of the Holy Angel - the holy martyrs Faith, Hope, Love and their mother Sophia; and June 10/23 - the day of the celebration of the Council of Ryazan Saints.
* The Life of Saint Blessed Lyubov of Ryazan was compiled by Schema-nun Seraphima (Masalitinova).
There are many stories about healing from Lyubushka Ryazan
Lyuba's admirers erected a monument on her grave. But a few years later he was gone. It soon became known that a military man came to the grave, he put the grave in order and, at his own expense, purchased and installed a cross and a fence. No one could understand who he was and why he came to Lyuba.
Then he said that when he was very ill, blessed Lyubushka appeared to him in a dream and told him to go to Ryazan and find her grave. After the military man did everything Lyuba asked him to do, he received healing. After this event, every year he comes to Lyubushka’s grave and orders a memorial service for her.
This is what the chapel looks like, which was erected over the grave of Lyubov Ryazanskaya
One woman named Valentina remembers how she was sick for a very long time. The doctors could not help her, and then in a dream she saw a woman who said that she would help her if she came to her grave. Valentina agreed.
Then the woman said that if she was ready for this, she would receive healing. After which she told her who she really was, that her name was Lyuba Ryazanskaya. Valentina arrived at the temple and ordered a prayer for health, as Lyuba told her. Then she came to the blessed one’s grave and left a large donation for the repair of the chapel at the blessed one’s grave.
In 1987, Lyubov was ranked among the Cathedral of Ryazan Saints.
Saint Lyubushka of Ryazan helps in strengthening faith
Many people turn to Lyubov Ryazanskaya to this day. Many miracles are still happening today. What else does blissful Love help with? The saint helps:
- in healing from various diseases;
- in strengthening faith;
- in getting on the right path.
The relics of Lyuba Ryazan are located in the city of Ryazan
Where are her relics now: address of the temple
The blessed relics were found on June 23, 1998. Now they are one of the main shrines of the church of the beloved saint Lyubushka, St. Nicholas (“Nikoly-Yamsky”). This temple is located in Ryazan on the street. Tsiolkovskogo, 8.
In addition, particles of the relics can be venerated:
- in the Nikolo-Yamsky Church itself, where, in addition to the shrine, there is an icon with part of the relics;
- in the chapel at Sorrow Cemetery; in 1992, it was erected over the saint’s resting place thanks to the efforts of Archimandrite. Avel (Makedonova) (died in 2006). The necropolis is located in Ryazan at Skorbyashchensky proezd, 4 .
On the road of life, everyone encounters trials sent by the Lord according to each person’s strength. There are also God's chosen servants, whose measure of sorrow is especially difficult, but great is the grace bestowed upon them, those who endure and humble themselves. And such a path, traversed with the help of the Lord, necessarily ends in the Kingdom of Heaven.
Natalya Sazonova.
Akathist written to Lyubov Ryazanskaya
An akathist was written for Lyubov Ryazanskaya, which is read during her memorial day. Everyone can read the Akathist at home.
Akathist to the Holy Blessed Lyubov of Ryazan:
Kontakion 1
Chosen from her youth by the love of Christ, who shone forth for His sake in the ascetic struggle of foolishness, the wondrous prayer book and intercessor of the land of Ryazan, our holy blessed mother Love, we offer songs of praise to you who honor your holy memory, but you who now stand with boldness before the King and Lady of all, do not cease cry out to the Gracious Savior for us, calling to you:
Rejoice, holy blessed mother Love, saint of Christ and prayer book for our souls.
Ikos 1
Having imitated an angel in your earthly life, you were named Love from the font, and having acquired this virtue from childhood, you despised the madness of the world with imaginary madness, and look also at the prayers of those who say to you with love:
Rejoice, thou who was named Love from the holy font; Rejoice, generously enriched with this virtue. Rejoice, you who endured sorrow from your suffering flesh; Rejoice, you who offered prayers before the image of St. Nicholas.
Rejoice, through the holy saint of God you have been granted healing; Rejoice, according to his words, having clothed yourself in the robe of foolishness. Rejoice, you who carried this feat like your cross upon your shoulder; Rejoice, you who carried him in this way following Christ.
Rejoice, holy blessed mother Love, saint of Christ and prayer book for our souls.
Kontakion 2
Seeing your mother, blessed Love, your wondrous healing, and marveling at such a strange phenomenon for you, you were overwhelmed by doubts, going to the temple, and the presbyter came to your senses, saying: behold, the will of the Lord, so bless you for this laborious feat, singing to God: Alleluia.
Ikos 2
You hid your reason with foolishness in the vain life of a great city, with humility you extinguished the flames of passions, O blessed mother, who will count your secret prayers, tears and sighs? We, remembering this, call you Sitsa:
Rejoice, you who showed the image of patience and kindness; Rejoice, you who hid the radiance of grace with imaginary madness. Rejoice, alien to the world, but not alien to those who exist in it; Rejoice, you who prayed to God for grieving people.
Rejoice, you who voluntarily shut yourself in your house; Rejoice, you who hid this wondrous feat from us. Rejoice, you who have received direction from God for the path; Rejoice, you who entered this path with joy.
Rejoice, holy blessed mother Love, saint of Christ and prayer book for our souls.
Kontakion 3
Strengthened by the power of the Most High and obeying His providence, blessed mother Love, wanting to serve your neighbors, you left your home seclusion and, like a true servant of God, you incessantly cried out to God: Alleluia.
Ikos 3
Having within yourself, O blessed mother, the fire of Divine love, you shone like a lamp on the candlestick, illuminating the darkness of our sins, and, like an incorporeal Angel, you always soared on the mountain. We say to you in tenderness:
Rejoice, you who were jealous of Christ’s journey; Rejoice, you who passed through the city of Ryazan. Rejoice, you who have rejected the vanity of the earthly world; Rejoice, thou who hast been worthy to taste the sweets of heaven.
Rejoice, you who despised your dwelling for the sake of serving people; Rejoice, thou who sought and received heavenly blood.
Rejoice, all the red of the world who counted it for nothing; Rejoice, for having shown the love of God to people through such a life.
Rejoice, holy blessed mother Love, saint of Christ and prayer book for our souls.
Kontakion 4
The storm of worldly vanity could not swallow you up, God-wise Love, for you walked on dry land across the abyss of the sea of life, becoming like our Savior, singing gratefully to Him: Alleluia.
Ikos 4
The inhabitants of the city of Ryazan hear and see your godly life, with love I accept you under my roof. You admonished them wonderfully, showing them in a strange way what had been prepared for them from the Lord. Help us, blessed mother, to do His all-good will, so that we magnify you thus:
Rejoice, wonderful adornment to the city of Ryazan; Rejoice, for our iniquities brought us into contrition.
Rejoice, you who are coming, as you who are near, who have contemplated; Rejoice, thou who shunned the glory of men like a serpent from wickedness.
Rejoice, thou who instruct us with wisdom for good; Rejoice, enlightening the darkened eyes of our souls.
Rejoice, thou who drowned the passions of the persecutor of Pharaoh; Rejoice, you who have tasted the grace of the Holy Spirit like manna from Heaven.
Rejoice, holy blessed mother Love, saint of Christ and prayer book for our souls.
Kontakion 5
Dressed in the richly woven robe of grace, you did not look at faces and titles. Not for temporary honors, our mother, avoiding praise and vanity, teach us about the one glory of the Heavenly Kingdom to strive and bring glory to the One God in the Trinity, crying out to Him: Alleluia.
Ikos 5
Having seen your arduous journey, pious people, when you were tired on the steps of the houses to rest, you, wanting to lessen your suffering, brought food and drink to the Shah. You, who wished to preserve your feat, blessed mother, gave this away to the poor. We, marveling at your poverty with freedom, sing to you with love:
Rejoice, wise fool, teaching us wisdom; Rejoice, for you expose the madness of the world with foolishness.
Rejoice, you who have tasted the sweetness of heaven in spiritual poverty; Rejoice, for the sake of this sweetness you have counted everything on earth for nothing.
Rejoice, you who did not allow reproach and ridicule into your heart; Rejoice, you who distributed everything that was brought to you to the poor.
Rejoice, you who teach us non-covetousness; Rejoice, you who have gathered your wealth in the Kingdom of Heaven.
Rejoice, holy blessed mother Love, saint of Christ and prayer book for our souls.
Kontakion 6
You appeared as a great-voiced preacher, blessed mother, when in times of trouble you knowingly prophesied the misfortunes coming upon us. But even in the difficult days of trials, when many were overwhelmed with fear, having fled, you taught in your image to cry out to God with hope: Alleluia.
Ikos 6
The truth of your words, spoken in the parable, appeared when the walls of Jericho fell and the Russian power was quickly given over to reproach. Pray to Christ the Master, O blessed mother, to help us bear this yoke and diminish our suffering. We please you like this:
Rejoice, you who do not abandon us in the midst of adversity; Rejoice, you who water our passions with Heavenly coolness.
Rejoice, thou who bringest us out of the abyss of despair; Rejoice, you who lead us to a quiet haven.
Rejoice, thou who cheerest the despondency of our hearts; Rejoice, you who encourage our weary strength.
Rejoice, you who stood firm in faith during times of persecution; Rejoice, you who teach us to trust in the mercy of God.
Rejoice, holy blessed mother Love, saint of Christ and prayer book for our souls.
Kontakion 7
Although He may show the greatness of His love and mercy to the fallen human race, when the time of destruction of the Kazan monastery from the atheist approaches, the Lord does not leave His servants in sorrow and send you, our blessed mother Love, as a consolation to the mourning sisters, so that in the days of temptation you will not be thrown into despair , but enduring adversity without complaint, they will sing a song of praise to God: Alleluia.
Ikos 7
You have revealed a new miracle, blessed mother, when you prophesied the future to the sisters, in the confusion of the present, and diminished their tearful sobs with undoubted hope in the Intercessor of the Mother of God. This will be praised; we call you this:
Rejoice, you who entered the fence of the Kazan monastery; Rejoice, you who stayed there in your cells for many days.
Rejoice, you who consoled those in suffering; Rejoice, you who provided joy in troubles and misfortunes.
Rejoice, you who guided Christ’s chosen ones on the path to the Heavenly Bridegroom; Rejoice, you who shared the hardships of the narrow path with them.
Rejoice, for you prophesied the path to come for them; Rejoice, you who punished this path and walked with thanks to God.
Rejoice, holy blessed mother Love, saint of Christ and prayer book for our souls.
Kontakion 8
Strange and wondrous is your immaculate life, with great signs you raised many from the sleep of sin to repentance: you gave healing to them, announced their imminent death to others, and exposed the secret thoughts of others. We also pray to you, Blessed Love, enlighten our darkness of unbelief, instructing us to correct us, so that at the Last Judgment of Christ the fate of shuiya will not befall us, but may we be worthy, along with the elect, to cry out to Almighty God: Alleluia.
Ikos 8
Fully filled with Divine love, you appeared as the receptacle of the gifts of the Holy Spirit: comforting the sorrowful, protecting the weak, providing for the poor, healing the sick, for this reason we cry out to you:
Rejoice, you who helped the orphans and the needy; Rejoice, you who cared for the poor and widows. Rejoice, faithful protection of the weak; Rejoice, quick healing for the sick.
Rejoice, you who offer up warm prayers for us; Rejoice, for teaching us all to run to God. Rejoice, you who acquired the gift of clairvoyance through extreme humility; Rejoice, you who gave away the tuna of this gift to those who demanded it.
Rejoice, holy blessed mother Love, saint of Christ and prayer book for our souls.
Kontakion 9
You were filled with all virtues, Blessed Love, with prayer on your lips, you gave up your spirit in the hand of God, Who settled you in the Heavenly abodes, where you established the Angels and gathered the saints in joyfully receiving you. Ask us from the Lord for a peaceful Christian death, so that we may sing a song of praise to Him: Alleluia.
Ikos 9
The prophets of many things are perplexed as to how to praise you, venerable blessed mother, for you showed many more glorious miracles in your life, but even after your repose you did not cease to work by the grace of God. We, compelled by love, dare to sing to you:
Rejoice, adorned with many virtues;
Rejoice, our prayer book is bold before God. Rejoice, you who walked the narrow path of foolishness to the gates of Heaven; Rejoice, you who ascended into the palace of the Heavenly Bridegroom with a voice of joy.
Rejoice, wondrous mother, worthy of good memory; Rejoice, exalted by God after your blessed death.
Rejoice, you who teach us to reject the ages of this superstition; Rejoice, helping those who honor your memory in troubles and sorrows.
Rejoice, holy blessed mother Love, saint of Christ and prayer book for our souls.
Kontakion 10
Although the Lord has revealed to everyone the salvation through your gracious death, how worthy it is to be ready for repose, when you ordered a certain girl, our blessed mother Love, to cover your coffin with a pink cloth, for it was not sadness, but joy in the hour of death that you were vouchsafed to receive. So now, dwelling in the Jerusalem above, eat joyfully to God: Alleluia.
Ikos 10
With an impenetrable wall, the inhabitants of Ryazan, in weeping and grief over their orphanhood, filled the hundreds of our city, blessed Love, realizing the funeral procession of your body, for fear of being abandoned by your intercession. We, now celebrating your memory, resort to your prayerful cover and in hope we praise you with these titles:
Rejoice, thou who has inherited the Kingdom of Heaven; Rejoice, you who reveal to us the bliss of immortal life through Divine love. Rejoice, like gold in the furnace, you who have been tempted; Rejoice, for the Lord accepts the fruitfulness of sacrifice.
Rejoice, crowned, woven from peace, joy and goodness; Rejoice, valuable censer, offering incense of praise to God. Rejoice, lamp, burning with your heart towards God; Rejoice, inexhaustible vessel of grace.
Rejoice, holy blessed mother Love, saint of Christ and prayer book for our souls.
Kontakion 11
This laudable singing, even if it were so many offerings to you, our mother Love, would not be sufficient to glorify your virtues and miracles, since we send praise to God for everything that He shows us in His saints. To Him we sing: Alleluia.
Ikos 11
Illuminated by a tri-radiant light, with all the saints now standing in Heaven at the Throne of the King of Reigns, much-blessed Love, and from there, like a luminous luminary, you enlighten the land of Ryazan, dispelling the darkness of delusion and showing the way to Heavenly bliss. For this reason, glorifying you, we say:
Rejoice, you are a partaker of the prophet; Rejoice, you are with the saints. Rejoice, faithful teacher of the right path; Rejoice, guardian of purity and chastity.
Rejoice, illuminated by the Sun of Truth; Rejoice, adorned with the simplicity of humility.
Rejoice, dispelling the darkness of our doubts; Rejoice, O luminary, who kindles our hearts with burning towards God.
Rejoice, holy blessed mother Love, saint of Christ and prayer book for our souls.
Kontakion 12
You have received abundance of grace, O most blessed one, according to the abundance of your love for Christ God, now we diligently cry to you, our mother Love, pour out a warm prayer for us to our Lord, that He may preserve His Holy Church unharmed from heresies and schisms, and may all the Orthodox have mercy and will save those who cry to Him: Alleluia.
Ikos 12
Singing your blessed memory, we praise you, blessed mother Love, otherwise we cannot adequately depict the height of your humility and love for us, with reverence and joy we call to you:
Rejoice, having gained freedom from all vanity; Rejoice, you who have opened the spiritual eyes and hearts of many to repentance. Rejoice, having spent your life wandering, having come to the desired Paradise; Rejoice, you who have seen your beloved Lord.
Rejoice, for no sorrow or distress was able to separate you from the love of Christ; Rejoice, you who have shown us how Divine love leads to eternal life. Rejoice, you who accepted the madness of Christ for Christ’s sake; Rejoice, having found wisdom in Christ.
Rejoice, holy blessed mother Love, saint of Christ and prayer book for our souls.
Kontakion 13
O our blessed mother Love, guardian and intercessor of the land of Ryazan, accept now our small prayer and look upon you who diligently ask, for you are our prayerful intercession to God.
Ask us from Christ for bodily and spiritual purity, so that in peace and repentance, having finished the rest of our lives, we will reach the Heavenly abodes, where with you and all the saints we will be worthy to sing to the glorified God in the Trinity: Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia.
(This kontakion is read three times, then the 1st ikos and the 1st kontakion.)
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