Blessed Pelageya Diveyevo prayer what to pray

Notes

1. ↑ 123456
   [www.nne.ru/smi/ev/article.php?id=522 “Blessedness is expelled for the sake of truth”], Nizhny Novgorod Diocesan Gazette, No. 3 (192) for 2011
2. ↑ 123456
   [www.nne.ru/saints/Pelagia.php Holy Blessed Pelagia Ivanovna Serebrennikova (February 12)], Patron Saints of the Nizhny Novgorod Land, Nizhny Novgorod Metropolis
3. ↑ 1234567891011121314
   [4udel.nne.ru/saints/50/pelagia Blessed Pelagia], Holy Trinity Seraphim-Diveevsky Monastery
4. ↑ 12
   [www.diveevo.nne.ru/news/1000/1095/1099&gid=188 Memorial Day of Blessed Pelagia Ivanovna], Holy Trinity Seraphim-Diveevo Monastery, February 12, 2011
5. [www.diveevo.nne.ru/index.php?id=5082 Day of the death of Blessed Anna Vasilievna Bobkova]. Life of the monastery
   . Official website of the Holy Trinity Seraphim-Diveevsky Monastery (May 14, 2014). Retrieved May 28, 2014.

Punishment of the mayor

One day, the enraged husband went to the mayor and asked him to give Pelageya a good beating. The mayor ordered to “teach a lesson” to the disobedient wife so much that she could barely breathe. There was no living space left on the skin, the meat hung in shreds, and a pool of blood flowed under the “spoiled” one. Even Pelageya’s unkind mother, seeing her daughter, was horrified, says the life of the blessed one.

That same night, the mayor had a dream where an unknown voice promised “a terrible punishment for beating God’s chosen one!”

The frightened mayor forbade all residents of Arzamas to even touch Pelageya under threat of punishment.

Excerpt characterizing Pelagia Diveevskaya

Meanwhile, Prince Vasily opened the door to the princess’s room. The room was dim; only two lamps were burning in front of the images, and there was a good smell of incense and flowers. The entire room was furnished with small furniture: wardrobes, cupboards, and tables. The white covers of a high down bed could be seen from behind the screens. The dog barked. - Oh, is it you, mon cousin? She stood up and straightened her hair, which had always, even now, been so unusually smooth, as if it had been made from one piece with her head and covered with varnish. - What, did something happen? – she asked. “I’m already so scared.” - Nothing, everything is the same; “I just came to talk to you, Katish, about business,” said the prince, wearily sitting down on the chair from which she had risen. “How did you warm it up, however,” he said, “well, sit here, causons.” [let's talk.] - I was wondering if something had happened? - said the princess and with her unchanged, stone-stern expression on her face, she sat down opposite the prince, preparing to listen. “I wanted to sleep, mon cousin, but I can’t.” - Well, what, my dear? - said Prince Vasily, taking the princess’s hand and bending it downwards according to his habit. It was clear that this “well, what” referred to many things that, without naming them, they both understood. The princess, with her incongruously long legs, lean and straight waist, looked directly and dispassionately at the prince with her bulging gray eyes. She shook her head and sighed as she looked at the images. Her gesture could be explained both as an expression of sadness and devotion, and as an expression of fatigue and hope for a quick rest. Prince Vasily explained this gesture as an expression of fatigue. “But for me,” he said, “do you think it’s easier?” Je suis ereinte, comme un cheval de poste; [I'm as tired as a post horse;] but still I need to talk to you, Katish, and very seriously. Prince Vasily fell silent, and his cheeks began to twitch nervously, first on one side, then on the other, giving his face an unpleasant expression that had never appeared on Prince Vasily’s face when he was in the living rooms. His eyes were also not the same as always: sometimes they looked brazenly joking, sometimes they looked around in fear. The princess, holding the dog on her knees with her dry, thin hands, looked carefully into the eyes of Prince Vasily; but it was clear that she would not break the silence with a question, even if she had to remain silent until the morning. “You see, my dear princess and cousin, Katerina Semyonovna,” continued Prince Vasily, apparently not without an internal struggle as he began to continue his speech, “in moments like now, you need to think about everything.” We need to think about the future, about you... I love you all like my children, you know that. The princess looked at him just as dimly and motionlessly. “Finally, we need to think about my family,” Prince Vasily continued, angrily pushing the table away from him and not looking at her, “you know, Katisha, that you, the three Mamontov sisters, and also my wife, we are the only direct heirs of the count.” I know, I know how hard it is for you to talk and think about such things. And it’s not easier for me; but, my friend, I’m in my sixties, I need to be prepared for anything. Do you know that I sent for Pierre, and that the count, directly pointing to his portrait, demanded him to come to him? Prince Vasily looked questioningly at the princess, but could not understand whether she was understanding what he told her, or simply looking at him... “I never cease to pray to God for one thing, mon cousin,” she answered, “that he would have mercy on him and would have let his beautiful soul calmly leave this... “Yes, that’s so,” Prince Vasily continued impatiently, rubbing his bald head and again angrily pulling the table that had been pushed aside, “but finally... finally the thing is, you yourself know that last winter The count wrote a will, according to which he gave all his estate, in addition to the direct heirs and us, to Pierre. “You never know how many wills he wrote!” – the princess said calmly. “But he couldn’t bequeath to Pierre.” Pierre is illegal. “Ma chere,” said Prince Vasily suddenly, pressing the table to himself, perking up and starting to speak quickly, “but what if the letter was written to the sovereign, and the count asks to adopt Pierre?” You see, according to the Count’s merits, his request will be respected... The princess smiled, as people smile who think they know the matter more than those with whom they are talking. “I’ll tell you more,” continued Prince Vasily, grabbing her hand, “the letter was written, although not sent, and the sovereign knew about it.” The only question is whether it is destroyed or not. If not, then how soon will it all be over,” Prince Vasily sighed, making it clear what he meant by the words everything will end, “and the count’s papers will be opened, the will with the letter will be handed over to the sovereign, and his request will probably be respected. Pierre, as a legitimate son, will receive everything. – What about our unit? - asked the princess, smiling ironically, as if anything but this could happen. – Mais, ma pauvre Catiche, c'est clair, comme le jour. [But, my dear Katish, it is clear as day.] He alone is then the rightful heir of everything, and you will not get any of this. You must know, my dear, whether the will and letter were written and whether they were destroyed. And if for some reason they are forgotten, then you must know where they are and find them, because... - That’s all that was missing! – the princess interrupted him, smiling sardonically and without changing the expression of her eyes. - I am a woman; according to you, we are all stupid; but I know so well that an illegitimate son cannot inherit... Un batard, [Illegitimate,] - she added, hoping with this translation to finally show the prince his groundlessness. - Don’t you understand, finally, Katish! You are so smart: how do you not understand - if the count wrote a letter to the sovereign in which he asks him to recognize his son as legitimate, it means that Pierre will no longer be Pierre, but Count Bezukhoy, and then he will receive everything in his will? And if the will and the letter are not destroyed, then there will be nothing left for you except the consolation that you were virtuous et tout ce qui s'en suit [and everything that follows from here]. It's right. – I know that the will has been written; but I also know that it is invalid, and you seem to consider me a complete fool, mon cousin,” said the princess with the expression with which women speak when they believe that they have said something witty and insulting. “You are my dear Princess Katerina Semyonovna,” Prince Vasily spoke impatiently. “I came to you not to pick a fight with you, but to talk about your own interests as with my dear, good, kind, true relative.” I’m telling you for the tenth time that if a letter to the sovereign and a will in favor of Pierre are in the count’s papers, then you, my dear, and your sisters, are not the heir. If you don’t believe me, then trust people who know: I just spoke with Dmitry Onufriich (he was the house’s lawyer), he said the same thing. Apparently something suddenly changed in the princess’s thoughts; her thin lips turned pale (the eyes remained the same), and her voice, while she spoke, broke through with such peals that she, apparently, herself did not expect. “That would be good,” she said. – I didn’t want anything and don’t want anything. She threw her dog off her lap and straightened the folds of her dress. “That’s gratitude, that’s gratitude to the people who sacrificed everything for him,” she said. - Wonderful! Very good! I don't need anything, prince. “Yes, but you are not alone, you have sisters,” answered Prince Vasily. But the princess did not listen to him. - Yes, I knew this for a long time, but I forgot that except for baseness, deception, envy, intrigue, except ingratitude, the blackest ingratitude, I could not expect anything in this house... - Do you know or do you not know where this will is? - asked Prince Vasily with an even greater twitching of his cheeks than before. – Yes, I was stupid, I still believed in people and loved them and sacrificed myself. And only those who are vile and nasty succeed. I know whose intrigue it is. The princess wanted to get up, but the prince held her hand. The princess had the appearance of a person who had suddenly become disillusioned with the entire human race; she looked angrily at her interlocutor. “There is still time, my friend.” You remember, Katisha, that all this happened by accident, in a moment of anger, illness, and then forgotten. Our duty, my dear, is to correct his mistake, to make his last moments easier by preventing him from committing this injustice, not allowing him to die in the thoughts that he made those people unhappy... “Those people who sacrificed everything for him,” she picked up. The princess tried to get up again, but the prince did not let her in - something he never knew how to appreciate. No, mon cousin,” she added with a sigh, “I will remember that in this world one cannot expect a reward, that in this world there is neither honor nor justice.” In this world you have to be cunning and evil. - Well, voyons, [listen,] calm down; I know your beautiful heart. - No, I have an evil heart.