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There are quite a lot of revered saints in Rus'. People turn their prayers to each of them in difficult times. If there is a need to perform a miracle, then prayer requests are sent to the blessed prince Roman of Uglich. Yes, not all representatives of the princely family were robbers. Many of them left quite pleasant memories as philanthropists, and also made a great contribution to the development of their native lands. He is also a proper example.
Life of the Holy Prince
From childhood, Roman’s life was marked by a special attitude towards religion. He could sit for a long time reading the holy scriptures or praying. He was born in the 30s of the 13th century. His father and older brother died early, which prompted him to become a manager of Uglich at the age of 26. Many noted that he tried to help those in need; special houses were set up for this purpose.
He embodied his veneration for the Lord in the construction of 15 temples on the territory of his principality. Every day he could be seen at services, as well as talking with monks. In 1280, his wife died and he decided to devote himself entirely to serving God. On the banks of the Volga he built the city of Romanov.
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He passed away peacefully into another world. The body was buried in the Transfiguration Church of his hometown. After being transferred to a new church, it was discovered that the relics remained incorrupt and he was canonized. But they have not survived to this day, since they burned down along with the temple during the Polish invasion.
How does prayer to a saint help?
All petitions will be heard only when they are endowed with faith in the Lord and pure thoughts. Remember that not everything depends only on the saint, for the most part our faith plays a role. So what do they pray to the holy prince for? There is evidence that it is most effective to ask him for help in:
- making important decisions;
- money issue;
- strengthening faith;
- preventing misunderstandings and disputes;
- getting rid of illnesses.
Words have special power when they are pronounced in front of the icon of Roman of Uglich. When reading prayer tests, try to focus as much as possible on the positive result and abstract from everything.
There are several different options for petitioning him. They all differ in what exactly needs to be achieved. Everyone chooses exactly the option that suits their given life situation.
On the day of veneration of the saint, February 3, it is customary to read an akathist to Roman of Uglich, prayers and a troparion.
Troparion of the Righteous Prince Roman of Uglich
From infancy you appeared, / true believer to Prince Roman, / chosen by God / an invincible pillar of piety, / you kept the immaculate faith, / you pleased God with prayers and alms and fasting; / in the same way, even after death, the lordship of your life appeared, / for healing the ailments of the infirm ,/ by faith flowing to your holy tomb./ For this reason we cry out to you:/ Rejoice, servant of God Roman,/ praise and affirmation of the city of Uglech.
Troparion of the Blessed Prince Roman of Uglich
From early childhood you appeared, God-Wise,/ to the all-blessed Prince Roman,/ the Divine vessel chosen by God,/ and now give us many healings,/ and drown all the ailments,/ and save your city Uglech,/ and save all the faithful from invisible and visible enemies,/ By faith, we pray, blessed Prince Roman, / pray to Christ God to save our souls.
Troparion of the Blessed Prince Roman of Uglich
Appearing like a bright star, / the faithful Prince Roman, / in the God-entrusted city of Uglech, / enlightened in his belly / with abstinence and all-night standing, / with fasting, and prayer, and tears, / praying to the All-Merciful Savior for his city / and for the entire country of the Russian land, / and after your repose you pour forth healing unsparingly / to those who come with faith, / with the same cry to you: / pray to Christ God / to save our souls.
Kontakion of the Righteous Prince Roman of Uglich
Like a many-bright star, / your all-celebration memory rises today, blessed Prince Roman, / calling your people to praise, / glorifying your honest life with songs, / and faithfully celebrating your holy dormition, / in which you pray, holy, to Christ our God, / get rid of all the slander of the enemy, / let us all call you: / rejoice, rich Roman, new Russian miracle worker.
Kontakion of the Righteous Prince Roman of Uglich
Having finished a good deed, / and kept faith in your hearts, / and you received an imperishable crown from God, / blessed Prince Roman, / and you were worthy of His glory, / and you appeared before the Throne of Spasov. / Praying to the Lord to save the city of Uglech and all the cities / from the invasion of foreigners, and internecine warfare, and the filthy, / and your honest repose to those who honor / grant forgiveness of sins / to those who honor your holy memory with love.
Vladimir Utochkin
PRINCE OF UGLICH
Chapter 1
It only took a week to get to the capital, fortunately the retinue had horses and there was no rain during the journey. We stood in the courtyard that the sovereign had recently granted. The tower overlooked the sunrise, overlooking the new Orbatskaya red-brick passage tower and the adjacent walls of the White City, then the last line of defense was visible: the century-old Kremlin and its nearest towers: Konyushennaya, Borovitskaya and Sviblova.
Several days passed. Despite the fears of neighbors, the trip to Suzdal had no consequences. Obviously, due to my short age and previous trustworthiness, they did not see treason in me.
On reflection, I decided to refrain from the terrible instructions of Elder Euproxia and not to provoke Godunov, but preparations for a great famine could not be delayed, so I asked for an appointment with the courtier.
He received me a day later in his Kremlin mansion, located not far from the sovereign’s palace.
The second man of the power was sitting at a table on which stood the samovar I had given him, a cup of sugar and a dish of sweets.
- May you be healthy for many years to come, the ruler of the kingdom of Moscow, boyar and equerry Boris Fedorovich. - I bowed.
- Hello to you too, prince. Do me a favor, sit down at the table, don’t be pretentious, drink with me the new wine, a brew from the Khan’s leaf, this herb was brought by trade guests from the Siberian land. They say it helps with all ailments. Why did you come to Moscow?
- I wanted to talk to you about the great famine in Rus'.
- All the will of God. What kind of wasted talk? We will hold divine services, we will donate a rich contribution, so that the Lord may have mercy on his faithful servants.
“I have news that in six years a three-year famine will come to Rus'.” By that time, the current sovereign will no longer be in the world. And he will die without a male heir. What will the black people say about the new king, under whom a dashing misfortune will fall on our borders?
The boyar stood up, walked out the door, then returned, crossing himself.
“I already told you before, don’t mention in vain the death of the sovereign.” If your words reach anyone's ears, there will be trouble. You will be accused of treason, of godless sorcery. Did you understand? As for the devastation and disasters that have lasted for many years. What can we do? You can’t store up three years’ worth of living for the whole of Rus'.
— Maybe announce in churches about upcoming trials? Let the people themselves begin to grieve about the approaching misfortune. - I suggested.
“That’s a bad idea,” Godunov shook his head. “The price of livestock will go up today, they won’t, I’m languishing in anticipation.”
- So okay, now there is no three-year cold, and there will be plenty of bread. Merchants will accumulate as much life as they can for future use, but then they will be forced to start selling it. By notifying black people about the misfortune, we will avoid unrest. There will be no one to tell lies in vain, since the new king is to blame for the famine. The boyars and richer people will get out, but without doing anything from the poor, we will wait for blasphemy and rebellion, and the foreign powers with their troops will come up to snatch a piece of land from the kingdom of Moscow. — I laid out a new argument.
- Amen. - Taking a sip of the broth, Godunov thought. — I think to prohibit the export of bread abroad, as well as lard. Bo is a loss for trading people, but the treasury and how to store the surplus?
- It is necessary to build storage facilities, and some cellars for long-term storage of food, six years are still ahead of the hard times, but the work must be done now. Yes, before, you said, because there is not enough bread beyond the Stone Belt, and in the Ukraine at midday? Can we speed up the resettlement of extra people to these lands? There will be fewer hungry mouths in the scarce lands, those who remain will get more arable land, labor will arrive in new areas.
- But where are the extra people? Look, the nobles of origin are complaining about the paucity of people and impoverishment! - Godunov objected.
“When the famine comes, those nobles will have nothing to feed their servants.” In the midday Ukraine, the land is better than ours in every way! It is necessary to order the nobles and peasants to be resettled to new lands with an increase in allotments. This is the sovereign's business! - I went wild.
“You are young to think for the sovereign, that’s why there are boyars!” — such a rebuke cooled me a little.
— Maybe the black-growing peasants should be resettled? “I asked, burying my face in a glass of hot drink, which turned out to be ordinary tea.
- Something that has never happened before. These farmers fight on the royal lands and pay money directly to the king.
- So declare the new lands the royal inheritance? And allow the black-growing people to move in?
“You are such a young man, prince, you are causing trouble!” “At first the boyar lost his temper, and then became thoughtful. - But the idea is correct. Yaz will talk to the boyars. Just the further into the afternoon, the more wary you need to be from the Tatars and Nogais.
— There is such a vegetable from overseas lands, called earth apple or potato. The harvest yields about ten, it is very tasty, but there are countries beyond the sea where they don’t know bread, and instead of bread they eat these potatoes. — I moved on to a new topic.
- Where can I get this? - asked the co-ruler of the king.
- The English merchant Jakman brought me a barrel of these vegetables according to my order.
— That barrel is not enough. We are not Christ, so that we can feed the whole of Rus' with a single barrel of potatoes. Forgive me, Lord. — Crossing himself, Godunov gave a counterargument.
This is a retrograde, I thought.
“We can give orders to foreign merchants to bring these roots to our lands by ship as much as they can, and the sovereign’s clerks will buy them.” Boris Fedorovich, people in Rus' will die in thousands from lack of food! The Lord will not forgive that, knowing about the troubles to come, they did not save Christian souls!
- This idea is not stupid and pleasing to God. We have plenty of our own, but your corn, which we don’t have, can be bought. Either way, the food is good, you say?
- Tasty and satisfying.
“Okay, I’ll discuss your thoughts with the Duma boyars and clerks.” Yes, send me those earthen apples to try and order from foreign merchants. “During the conversation, the tea got cold, and the owner of the house dissatisfiedly pushed the silver glass holder away from him. “The Emperor wanted to see you at the New Year’s celebrations.” Yaz sent seuncha to you.
- I didn’t know about that. El-Murza Yusupov invited me to Romanovka, a relative came to him, then went to Vladimir on a pilgrimage, and immediately to Moscow.
- I already know now. You wasted the Kremlin’s celebrations of the beginning of a new summer. The Patriarch and the Emperor, dressed in golden robes, defended the divine service, the ringing of bells floated over all of Moscow. The royal retinue in brocade outfits, foreign ambassadors, the queen. Velmi is magnificent. - Godunov shook his head. - Empty, no matter what. That's what, after a week you will enter full years, the sovereign will want to see you. I ordered you to come to Moscow quickly. Tell your servants to arrange your clothes according to rank, Abno Fyodor Ioanovich will see you in some rags, and begin to blame me for how his half-brother lives in poverty. Because I already know you, you will start complaining about poverty and demanding volosts again. You will celebrate in my palace, in your courtyard it is cramped and inappropriate. “That’s where the audience ended.”
Meanwhile, Zhdan submitted to the local hut a letter of exchange for the exchange of small villages and hamlets scattered throughout the kingdom belonging to the Uglich inheritance for a larger estate in the area of the abatis line. Now we had to wait for the royal decree about this.
Hearing about the sovereign's order, the housekeeper at first was delighted, and then grabbed his head. Princely ceremonial clothes remained in the specific capital. Immediately, the nobles from the retinue were sent to Uglich to get outfits and gifts for the Tsar and his fellow boyars.
The birthday celebration began according to the well-worn scenario. Early in the morning they dressed me in silk and brocade and sent me on pilgrimage. After serving, we went to Godunov’s yard. He greeted me cordially and poured wine. For dinner, guests began to gather, practically none of whom I knew. They were obviously invited by the owner of the house, or, having learned that the sovereign would be at the reception, they asked for it themselves. They didn’t sit at the table, they waited for the king.
Fyodor Ioanovich arrived late in the evening. The same as usual, pale, in dark clothes, more like a monk. Smiling, he extended his hand. After the kiss, he lifted him from his knees and hugged him.
They sat down at the table according to their nobility. The Tsar is in the middle, I’m to the right, Godunov to the left, then the guests according to a ranking I don’t understand.
The king was the first to announce the toast:
- My faithful servants, my brother is entering full age.
Everyone knows, because he protected my beloved daughter Theodosia from mortal illness with a potion from the horn of the indrik beast. Nicolet did not anger me and did not bother me in vain. He is God-fearing; in his lot, many foreigners accepted the true faith. And he is very strong in faith, God’s people praise him. The sovereign's servant, Boris Fedorovich, asks his daughter Ksenia for you. In honor of the holiday, in memory of our father, I command you to get married. — A minute of silence gave way to a flood of congratulations. The king made the sign of the cross and hugged him. Pages:
