Veil on the Nerl
Like swans on the Nerl The blue carries the clouds; On the holy island in the distance is the White-White Church of the Intercession. Scarlet dawns are like Ivan's tea, St. John's wort's sunset is yellower, And the little church is like a candle, It makes the night brighter. The reeds are enchanted by the beauty of the blessed places; Only here, as in a holy land, is there a shelter for the human soul. © Olga Volkova
The gentle silhouette of the ancient church was reflected in the mirror of the river, And the radiant light of the Temple that was erected on the Nerl streams. White, light, directed upward - It’s like a song turned into a stone. Like a swan, it overshadows the cape and is ready to fly into the sky. Prince Andrei built that church, honoring the holiday without thinking about glory; The temple, having passed centuries to the present day, is still sad about young Izyaslav. Dear Mother of God! Take Rus' under your holy Protection - Let it live without knowing troubles, And pass through the enemy's shackles.
And there is a sign of peace - along the flow of the Nerl, Where the Temple floats at the edge of the earth, Where in the light white-foamed reflection The canon of the centuries is like a continuation of life. © Tatyana Tareeva
“Church of the Intercession on the Nerl”
I No, not in order to glorify Russia, - Loving thoughts in silence, The terrible prince, who humiliated Kiev, Erected it here for himself. And in restless dreams I saw fires all along the earth, Like childhood, this monastery At the confluence of the Nerl into the Klyazma. He is the one who achieved power over Russia. Who inspired fear in all the boyars - Here with his squad he humbly prayed for his bloody sins. Only the enemy is many-sided and envious. Let him be friends often. The Prince read very cunning secret thoughts in the boyars' eyes... And, tormented by his rude soul From smiles that always lie, He left his Bogolyubov and rode here on horseback: Here he found peace and cold. Only few days remained... And under the stairs, Prince Andrei was stabbed to death in his palace. The earth groaned from strife: To a man - a wolf is a man, Well, but the church - it stood, Reflected in the water of two rivers. And then, forgetting to pray and unable to calm down his fear, a monk shot through the narrow loophole windows into the Tatar camp. And they carried out judgment and reprisals, And suffered shame and misfortune. Here the Horde whipped the beauties on the way to the Golden Horde. They walked along rocky paths, past the church to foreign lands, white feet that walked on carpets in their mansions. And they walked and their hearts faded, Saying goodbye to their native land, And they were baptized into this church, For its farewell rest. In that peace there was that little thing that you need to take on the road: Still, the homeland remains here, Still there is something to yearn for. This church shone with the light of all the surrounding plains and villages... What does it matter that a certain prince built this church for himself. II By what measure are you cut? What is your appearance that attracts you from afar? How do you shine forever, Church of the Intercession on the Nerl River? Low, small, You are so well chosen, That you forever instill in everyone the feeling of height... So in the area, your outline is accurate, So you are needed here for everything, As if you were not created by an architect, But born from the earth itself. Among the greenery there is a white stone, a meadow, trees, a river, bushes. The reddish sunset flame came running - and you burst into flames. And you look accessible and stern, And you turn slightly blue in the distance... Apparently, the ancestors believed in God, As in the simple truth of the earth. 1954 © Naum Korzhavin
“The Intercession on the Nerl”
The Intercession on the Nerl - Either a temple, or a fairy tale, Or a bow and greetings from ancient Russia, Or a white swan Fell asleep by accident, And they called her - The Intercession on the Nerl. Intercession on the Nerl - Our pain and joy, Our greetings to the cranes that will return home. Intercession on the Nerl - Either a temple, or a fairy tale, Our pride and pain In half with a tear. Like a cloud from the sky fell into the fields, And nothing like this will ever happen again in Rus'. How can we be forgiven by the crucified God? This temple in the meadows is the Intercession on the Nerl!.. © Leonid Gaivoronovsky
Sung in wondrous legends, The Pearl of the Russian land Stands in the emerald meadows That Church of the Intercession on the Nerl. They speak of him as a diva, the only one in his native land, he trembles in the spring flood and melts in the river fog. Once upon a time, tired warriors walked home from afar. With the help of shelom, hacked to pieces, the waters were scooped up into the Nerl. The prince drank it with a full cup, and said golden words: “For the glory of our Defender, let there be a Church of the Intercession here!” Whom the ax spared, Whom the arrow flew around - The white church was the great prayer of the world. Brightening in times of sadness, She smiled at the living. Gray snowstorms washed away her sorrowful smoke from the walls... You come to her without noise, along a path in the diamond dew. Russia's cherished thought is embedded in this beauty. © Ksenia Zimina
“The Intercession on the Nerl”
Here is a peaceful corner of the Vladimir land, on the shore, in a quiet distance from its hot heartbeat, the Church of the Intercession, standing on the Nerl. Vladimir churches in the distance, in burning gold and in mighty harmony. The Bogolyubovskaya steep stretches above it, and the temple dives like a swan in the river. Here is the ancient natural border between the forest Meshera and the Suzdal Opolye, peace, beauty and complete freedom both in these days and in ancient times. In other places there is anxiety and noise, but this temple, in any difficult time, changes the meadow colors to the snow-white sparkles of winter. The filigree of captivating ancient art is embodied in a simple stone. And those who fall cry and laugh, subduing the pain, forgetting anger and abuse. Here is a fabulous mirror of Rus', and in the splashing of the waters there is a holy background. There is a country all around - both near and far. Lord have mercy and save her! © Vladimir Korman
CHURCH OF THE INTERVENTION-ON-NERLI
From Vladimir - to Nizhny - Ten miles in total, Under cherry capes - Bogolyubovo village. And to the right - in the interfluve - Wide open to all the winds, The forerunner of quiet joy - the Orthodox bright temple. Where the Nerl flows into the Klyazma, Among the grass blankets, Wearing a shawl of white calico, The Church of the Intercession stood. A wondrous bird of swans, Remembering the Polovtsians, the Khozars, Born by the will of the princes Eight hundred years ago. The beauty of the eastern spinning captivates the Russian heart, Her face is both pure and clear We were left from the Drevlyans. Like the youngest daughter of a village settlement In her blue scarf She ran away to fetch water And stayed and froze, Looking in the mirrors, Leaning on the railings of a Man-made hill. And when the spring flood breaks into the fields, It’s as if ice floes are hitting the base on bare knees. And she stands under the sun Above the rapids of the river, And the water keeps pouring and pouring, And poems are born. But can my meager story sing this? Where the Nerl flows into the Klyazma, visit at least once. © Sergey Leontyev
Church of the Intercession on the Nerl
White Church against the backdrop of heavenly chintz, Full of tenderness and unearthly peace, Quietly and meekly looks at its reflection, Giving comfort to the heart with its beauty.
On the white stone walls reaching towards the sky, King David himself, the psalmist, and strange birds have been singing songs for eight centuries now. The bitter memory of the creation of the temple is preserved in legends. There was once a great prince - Andrei Bogolyubsky. He was strong in body and spirit, and his face was bright. He built cities and temples in the Russian north, defending them from warlike southern neighbors. The distant Bulgarian campaign was victorious, the reprisal against the enemies was terrible and swift, the booty was glorious and truly royal. Only for the young prince, for Izyaslav, the son of Andrei, was the last campaign - the prince was wounded in a cruel and furious battle, Died from his wounds, and he remained in a distant land. The father's sad news hunched his shoulders. And the prince commanded that in memory of his beloved son, Where the Nerl merges with the deep Klyazma, a temple of unspeakable and wondrous beauty should be built in just a year. But this does not make it any easier for the prince. An acute pain, like a splinter under a nail, has stuck, stuck in the heart like a dull and rusty needle, pulling the soul out of the body like a well gate - No, you will never turn your son back. But it didn’t shut itself in the nun’s gloomy cell, It didn’t crush it with a heavy gravestone - Like a white swan, bitter grief took off Above the blue and transparent river water, Among the rustling leaves and snows of purity, Under the fall of autumn leaves and spring showers, Reminding of the life of earthly short-termism And the bliss of all those who cry - for they will be comforted. © Arman Intercession-on-Nerl
Temple of Intercession-on-Nerl!
What do you know about our centuries-old Russian distance? What are you thinking about, what are you remembering with your blue head? Thoughtful, calm, light-headed, in the curls of foliage falling on your chest, you don’t seem to be at all proud of your loud world fame. You are friends with the sky, Yes with the wide field, Yes with the wind driving the wave. From noisy words, from the ringing of bells, you went into the silence of the meadow. No, you are not exalted by meek holiness, It is not the shadows of angels that sleep in your silence. What kind of “holiness”?! The prince who raised you up was crucified in the mansion in family feuds. Life rolls by like crazy hordes. More than once the fire whistled over the dome. And you are still the same - valiant and kind... Tell me: by what miracle did you survive? All your features are like young people... Pure as sugar, stone treasure... Is Russia immortal and mysterious? Here, really, there is something to think about... © Kobzev I.I. When they erected the Cathedral of the Intercession on the Nerl...
When they erected the Cathedral of the Intercession on the Nerl, They cherished all the best in their hearts.
And every stone laid was an oath of allegiance. This is where beauty lies and where its incomparability comes from! © Bokov V. F. Church of the Intercession on the Nerl
1. The ringing of bells flew around.
I will bow, I will kiss the cross. I’ll light a candle, For the remembrance of the soul, I’ll just be silent, I’ll stand in silence. Dome to heaven - Sineva. There is a Church of the Intercession on the Nerl. Everything around is in the spring, Underwater. Only God is with me and peace. And I will hug the young girl. And I'll sail away on a boat. I will write poetry, I will write poetry. May I forgive my sins, I will forgive you. 2. In the golden light the day will shine! The smooth surface spread out all around. I drink the infusion from tears I am on an island, Where the holy spirit is On the Nerl River. Melt water will give you something to drink. Faith in grace will pacify. The Church of the Intercession looks into the smooth glass. How many centuries have flown by here! And I will wash my face at the porch, And my cry will reach the crown. I'll smile into the sunset, I'll smile. Yes, and I’ll come back, And I’ll come back... © Alexander Gami Pokrov - on - the Nerl
She, like a Slavic girl, Turned from the country roads, In the morning she went out into a clearing, On a green-green island.
In a sundress embroidered with the sun, From the spreading willows in the distance, The golden-nosed, earthly one thought by the waters of the Nerl. She looks like Rus', a sorceress, In her eyes there is both light and blue. Stop in front of her, passer-by, and throw your hat to the ground! In the honey meadows there are heaps of hay, bluegrass dusts above it, and clouds of swan foam, and swan geese fly. He is sad... and dreams of Bluebeard, waiting for someone on the island. Isn’t it Sadko, who from across the sea is sailing along the Klyazma in a shuttle. © N. Makarochkina Pokrov - on - Nerl
October is October, and the grass is grass! And the Church of the Intercession, white and green. A candle in the palm of your hand - in a bare meadow - Straight in the wind, bending the river into an arc. It flickers in the bend, as if from the clouds a single ray shines through to it. The proportions are indisputable and the magic of years? – The only light streaming into the sky! And no matter how much you walk back until late, its whiteness follows you, Like life, which, lagging behind, and in the last distance Everything shines after us, Like the Veil - on - the Nerl. © Irina Snegova
HISTORY of the Vladimir region.
Church of the Intercession on the Nerl. Poems "Vladimir Rus'". Poems about the city of Vladimir. Poems about the Vladimir Meshchera. Poems about the Vladimir region.
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Description of reasoning based on the picture
This landscape already captures thoughts and eyes, one has only to look at the picture. The church, as the personification of peace and quiet, brings into the soul an irresistible desire to visit it and attend the service. Feel the peace that comes not only from its external façade, but also from the natural surroundings that envelop the holy monastery with its extraordinary beauty. The author of the picture amazingly used shades of tones that enchant the inner world of someone who knows how to admire true beauty. A stream of clean, clear water is a confirmation of the clarity that the church brings. The artist managed to depict the color scheme of greenery as the background of the future, bringing the origin of life. The main motive of the picture is the church. Like a beautiful bride in a white robe, sitting on a throne and protected by nature itself, she worthily decorates the landscape and carries a deep meaning in understanding the universe and existence. The treasured hillock on which the church is founded is depicted by the master as a special scaffold capable of preserving this monument from any danger. This national treasure is capable of attracting any creature capable of penetrating its secrets. Her appearance is only the beginning of what can cause certain impulses. Each dome of the church carries its own information. This is a real masterpiece of ancient art, where the upper dome stretches to the sky and ends with the arch of a flowing dome, giving hope for patronage. Not only the surroundings of the church, but also the space above it speaks of the love of the creator of the picture for his creation, where he invested his experiences and emotional uplift. The beautiful play of the sky reveals its depth and fullness in volume. This picture supports eternity in the understanding of the modern generation, reflecting the past and preserving it in memory. Such a generous legacy of the Russian artist can reveal the best qualities of art connoisseurs who will admire the liveliness of his creation. It very clearly reflects the coexistence of eternal nature and the creation of man - the holiest place where he can remain himself, revealing all his secrets, dreams and desires. This picture can make the dreams of anyone who cannot see with their own eyes the amazing structure of their ancestors come true. One has only to see this work on canvas - and dreams come true. It was as if the man himself found himself on the lawn, near the church, and witnessed a rare gift left for him for the great pleasure of contemplating a miracle. 8th grade
Why in honor of the Feast of the Intercession of the Mother of God?
This is the first known
There is a temple in the world dedicated to this holiday. We cannot say that there were no Churches of the Intercession before, but science knows nothing about them.
Let us recall that the Feast of the Protection of the Mother of God was established in memory of the appearance of the Mother of God to the holy fool Andrew in the Blachernae Church of Constantinople during the all-night vigil. Moreover, it is believed that at that moment the city was under siege, and after a miraculous phenomenon the enemies retreated. This was in the 10th century. Why the holiday arose only 200 years later is a mystery. Although it is believed that it could have arisen earlier - in Byzantium, it was not so popular among other Mother of God holidays. From Byzantium he migrated to Kyiv, and from there he came to the Vladimir lands.
Andrei Bogolyubsky was sensitive to the veneration of the Mother of God, and almost all of the churches that he built and are now known are dedicated specifically to the Most Holy Lady.
Whether this was really something personal for the prince, or whether the special veneration of the Mother of God in Constantinople played a role is difficult to say now.
But the temple erected under Andrei Bogolyubsky turned out to be not only the first dedicated to the Intercession, but also the only one for the next 200 years.
Churches of the Intercession began to appear en masse only in the 14th century.
