early years
Sergius did not leave a written legacy; the main information about him is presented in the life of Epiphanius, a student of Radonezh. Epiphanius the Wise took a responsible approach to writing his life, using various sources, including the stories of brother Sergius. Scripture is characterized by references to miracles. At the same time, it contains no information about the year of birth of Sergius; instead of the date, an ornate wording is indicated, because of which a lot of controversy arose among researchers.
At birth, Radonezhsky was named Bartholomew; he was born in the village of Varnitsa near Rostov. There were three sons in the family, Bartholomew was the middle one. As a child, he attended school, although this was rare in those days. It is assumed that he studied Greek there. Studying was difficult for the boy at first, but later he became a successful student. From a young age I observed fasting and prayed a lot.
Experiencing financial difficulties, his family moved to Radonezh. Having buried his parents, Bartholomew handed over his inheritance to his younger brother and went to the elder Stefan in Khotkovo. The brothers left the village and began to look for a deserted place where they set up a cell, and later built a small church. Soon Stefan got tired of his isolated life and went to a Moscow monastery, where for his benefactors he received the rank of priest, and later became abbot.
The first surviving image of Radonezh, 1420s
About Sergius of Radonezh for children
Everyone in the world has a heart. Even Koshchei. Although it lay somewhere in a chest under a lock, far away in a chest. If there is no heart, then that’s what they say about a person – heartless. It's almost like being dead, only worse. The dead lie there and do no particular harm to anyone. And the heartless walk the earth and offend others, scold and slander. And at the same time they also justify themselves: since there is no heart, how do they know that they are hurting others?
Not only people have hearts. Cities, nations, and even entire states have a heart. The heart of the city is its temple. Wherever a city appeared, a temple was always built in it. And people went there on all holidays. And all the most important events: the birth of a child, the creation of a family, the victory, and the harvest were celebrated in the temple. Are there not enough reasons for your heart to rejoice?
The heart of our country is the Trinity Lavra of St. Sergius. From here, from the Radonezh forests, came the great Orthodox country of Russia. Moscow is the head. Our president and our government are there. They sit all day long and think about how we can live better. Different thoughts come to mind - both bad and good. And only the heart can recognize which ones to listen to and which ones not to listen to. Otherwise, sometimes you think of something that looks good, but in reality it turns out to be complete nonsense.
For example, the idea came to mind that instead of three kilograms of potatoes, buy three kilograms of sweets and treat all your friends in the yard. It looks like a good idea. And your friends will definitely like it. But your heart will tell you: no, brother, candy for friends is, of course, good, but potatoes for dad’s dinner are still better.
The heart of Russia is where St. Sergius of Radonezh is. If it weren’t for him, there would never have been any Russia at all. And there would be many small weak principalities that no one ever takes into account. And who wants to reckon with weaklings who can’t really stand up for themselves? Do whatever you want with them - you want, take the bike, but you want the ball.
In those ancient turbulent times, weak principalities were immediately captured by enemies and established their own rules there. They forced local residents to work for themselves and took everything away from them. And they themselves lived in selected houses, and only spat on the floor. What's wrong with that? It’s not their place to clean up anyway.
The enemies wanted to do the same with Russia - the Russian princes lived each on their own, and it was easy to capture them. But among them there was one prince of Moscow, Dimitri, who did not want Rus' to be captured. On the contrary, he wanted everyone in our side to live free. But the neighboring princes did not listen to him, but only cursed and argued. And there was no one who could reason with them. They are princes.
The Mongols took advantage of this and captured the Russian principalities. Unlike the Russians, they lived together and if anything happened, they immediately united. And when they got together, not only the principalities, no kingdom could resist them - they were so organized and cruel. The Mongols captured the Russian principalities and many kingdoms in the East and West. Half the world has been captured.
For almost three hundred years, the cruel Mongols ruled Russian soil. And so these outrages would have continued if Saint Sergius of Radonezh had not been born on Russian soil.
Well, now you will read about everything in this story.
The Holy Venerable Sergius of Radonezh lived in the 14th century, during the time of the Tatar-Mongol yoke and internecine wars. According to ancient legend, Bartholomew (that was the name of the saint before he was tonsured as a monk) was not good at studying, although he was a diligent student.
One day, Rostov boyar Kirill's foals got lost. They scattered from the meadow into the surrounding birch forests, look for them... Horses are generally smart animals, they stay together in the pasture, and do not go far from familiar places. And children, whether human or equine, are known to all strive to find adventures for themselves. The foals ran away from the meadow and did not return home with the rest of the herd. So what's now? The hour is uneven, the wolves will attack them, or the foals will get stuck in the swamp. But it must be said that boyar Kirill, although he was a noble man, had a simple disposition and did not protect his children from peasant labor. Another would have sent servants to look for the lost cattle, and that would be the end of the matter. Cyril sent his middle son Bartholomew to search for the foals. I knew that the boy loved horses. Let him gather up the skaters who have gone on a spree. Anything is more useful than sitting at home in vain. Moreover, things weren’t going well for him at all with his studies. Even if you cry, the boy is not given a diploma. Yes, Bartholomew cried more than once out of resentment: well, what kind of trouble is this - the brothers have been reading for a long time, and have learned to count, and are trying to write. Only for him, these squiggles in the Psalter just don’t want to form words. How hard he tried, how many sleepless nights he spent over the book, he followed all the teacher’s advice word for word. But the diploma just doesn’t go to my head. All that remains is to cry secretly behind the stove so that the father does not see. But the father is not blind either... He felt sorry for his son, he saw that Bartholomew was trying his best, but nothing came of him with a diploma. So after the next lesson I sent him to the meadow to get the foals. I suppose the sadness will dissipate faster in the open air. Bartholomew wandered for a long time through the surrounding hollows and copses.
He called his horses and looked for their tracks on the wet ground near the stream. Finally, in the grove at the edge of the field, I heard a familiar neigh. Here they are, their father's foals, all four of them. They raised their muzzles and feasted on young birch shoots. “Nothing,” thought Bartholomew, “I have a tastier delicacy for you.” He took out a crust of rye bread from his knapsack and gave each one a piece. That's it. Now they will run after him as if tied all the way to the house, waiting for more treats. And Bartholomew went home with his skates.
Suddenly, on a hillock, under an oak tree, he looks at an old man in monastic robes. He stands alone and prays to God. “No other way, this is a holy man, a saint of God,” thought Bartholomew. “I’ll ask him to pray for me too, so that I will finally be given a book diploma.” He stood at a distance and began to wait. The elder finished his prayer, saw the boy, called him to him and asked what he needed. Then Bartholomew suddenly began to cry and began to talk about all his sorrows. The monk listened to him, smiled and said briefly: “Let’s pray together so that the Lord will give you book understanding.” And when they prayed, he took out a box from his bosom, and from it he took out a piece of prosphora - church bread - and gave it to the boy: “Eat this, as a sign of God’s mercy to you.”
Bartholomew obediently ate the prosphora. The monk said goodbye and wanted to go on his way, but Bartholomew begged him so much to come visit that he agreed. We came home. Bartholomew's parents were delighted when they saw the holy wanderer on their doorstep. They immediately took his blessing and ordered the servants to set the table. But the guest was in no hurry to dine.
“First, let’s taste spiritual food,” he said to Bartholomew and went with him to the prayer room. In those days, such rooms were in the house of every boyar and prince. There the elder gave the boy a book and ordered him to read prayers.
“But I don’t know how,” Bartholomew objected.
“Don’t chat in vain,” the old man smiled, “read.”
And he blessed him with the sign of the cross. Bartholomew obediently opened the book, and... the words of prayer poured out from him without the slightest hesitation. The letters on the paper finally began to form into words, and the words into sentences. The boy read smoothly and clearly, no worse than a village deacon. Parents, standing in the doorway, could not believe their eyes - was it really their Bartholomew?
So, with God's help, the future abbot of the Russian land learned to read. From that day on, Bartholomew discovered amazing learning abilities. The diploma, which had never been given to him, was finally mastered. After such a miracle, the boy had a desire to serve God. He wanted to retire, following the example of the ancient ascetics, and become a monk. But his love for his father and mother kept him in his family.
Bartholomew was a modest, quiet and silent boy, meek with everyone and obedient to his parents in everything. They also loved Bartholomew, and he, having received their permission, from the age of twelve began to accustom himself to the life of an ascetic - he fasted so strictly that on Wednesdays and Fridays he did not take food at all (as especially pious adults did then), and on other days he ate bread and water. This worried my mother at first, but then she saw that Bartholomew was growing strong and healthy even with such meager nutrition. He often visited the temple, and at home he spent whole nights in prayer and diligently read the books of the holy fathers.
This is how Bartholomew should live on his Rostov estate until he grows up and becomes a real monk. But... When Bartholomew was fifteen years old, the Rostov principality annexed Moscow. Now Rostov began to be governed by a Moscow governor named Ivan Kocheva. He established his new cruel rules and took away property from the boyars and noble people of Rostov.
Bartholomew's father also lost all his means and became poor, so his family was forced to flee their native lands. They found shelter for themselves in the small settlement of Radonezh, sixty kilometers from Moscow. They lived there until all three sons of the impoverished boyar grew up. The time came, and their father died. And after him, mother went to God. After the death of their parents, the brothers did not share the meager inheritance. It went entirely to his younger brother Peter. And Bartholomew and his older brother Stefan settled ten versts (a verst is a little more than a kilometer) from Radonezh, in a deep forest near the Konchyura river.
The brothers walked around the neighborhood for a long time, choosing a deserted place - that is, deserted, quiet, uninhabited by people. Finally, they fell in love with one forest corner, remote from both settlements and roads. This place was intended by God Himself for a monastery, because above it people had previously seen either heavenly light or fire, and some felt a fragrance here. This place looked like a small hill that rose above the surroundings in the form of a dome, which is why it was called Makovets, or Makovitsya. A dense forest, which had never before been touched by a human hand, covered it on all sides with a continuous thicket, raising its quietly rustling peaks high to the sky.
It was possible to find some water in these forest wilds, although it was not close to go for it. The brothers cut down huge centuries-old fir trees, trimmed them with axes and with their own hands built a cell with a small church. The church was consecrated in the name of the Holy Trinity. This was the beginning of the future monastery of St. Sergius.
But the brothers did not live together for long. Even though Stefan was the older brother, he could not stand the hard life of a hermit away from people. No matter how much Bartholomew begged him to stay, Stefan left the forest thicket and went to Moscow. There he entered the Epiphany Monastery, and after some time became its abbot and confessor to the Moscow prince.
Bartholomew became a monk with the name Sergius and lived alone in the forest for more than two years. It is difficult to even imagine how many difficulties the young monk had to overcome during this time. After all, he was then a little over twenty years old. In winter, packs of hungry wolves prowled around the cell and howled all night long, their terrible eyes burning with an ominous fire in the dark forest. And in the warm season, sometimes other, even more terrible inhabitants of these places - bears - came here. The Monk Sergius was afraid, like any person, why hide it. But someone else in his place would have run away from such wild forests without looking back. And at the sight of wild animals, he only prayed more fervently, hoping for God’s help. And the wolves and bears went into the depths of the forest without causing him any harm.
One spring, the Monk Sergius saw a large bear in front of his hut, starving after hibernation. True, the bear did not look fierce at all: he was emaciated, his fur was hanging in tufts. He stood in front of the cell and growled pitifully, as if asking for food. The monk took pity on the beast: he took a piece of bread, went out and gave his lunch to the bear. After all, apart from the bread that his younger brother sometimes brought him, St. Sergius had no other food. The bear ate the bread and went into the forest. And then from time to time he began to come to visit the saint - to taste the monastic bread. And he only thanked God for such an unusual neighbor, sent to him as a consolation.
Three years later, the fame of the spiritual exploits of St. Sergius reached the surrounding villages. People flocked to the saint, eager to receive instruction from him. The monks asked permission to settle next to him in order to lead the same righteous life. St. Sergius refused them: after all, life here was very difficult. But in the end, he allowed it. And twelve people gathered around him, deciding, like him, to serve God. Each of them built himself a cell-hut, and the monk surrounded them with a high fence of spruce logs for protection from animals. Dense forest surrounded the monastery on all sides. Centuries-old trees bent over the cells, rustling with their tops. Even near the church there were stumps and logs everywhere, between which the monks built small gardens where they grew vegetables: potatoes, carrots, onions. This is how simple the Sergius Lavra looked in its first years!
Having become an abbot (that is, abbot of the monastery), the Reverend took care of the brethren, but did not think about himself at all, hoping only for God’s help. And therefore it often happened that he went hungry for a long time. But Sergius fasted since childhood and was accustomed to enduring hardships, so with his patience he set an example for all the brethren. One day he had neither bread nor salt left, and there were very few supplies in the entire monastery. The abbot lived for three days without food, and at dawn on the fourth day he took an ax and went to one of the monks, named Daniel.
“I heard, elder,” said St. Sergius, “that you want to add a vestibule to your cell; let me build them for you, so that my hands will not be idle. “It’s true,” Daniel answered him, “I would really like to build them; I’ve already got everything ready for the job a long time ago, and I’m just waiting for the carpenter from the village. How can I entrust this task to you? Perhaps you will charge me dearly.
“This work won’t cost you much,” said the abbot. “I want moldy bread, but you have it; I won’t demand more of this from you. Don't you know that I can work as well as a carpenter? Why would you, elder, call another worker?
Then Daniel brought him a sieve with pieces of moldy bread, which he himself could not eat, and said:
- Now, if you want, take everything that is here, and don’t ask for more.
“Okay,” said St. Sergius, “this is more than enough for me; save it until the ninth hour: I don’t take payment before work.
The abbot tightened his belt tightly and set to work diligently. From early morning until late evening, despite hunger, he sawed, hewed boards, hammered pillars - and by nightfall he completed the construction. The sun had already disappeared behind the dense forest when Elder Daniel again brought him moldy pieces of bread - the agreed payment for a whole day of labor. Having placed them in front of him, the abbot prayed and began to eat, even without salt, with only water. It was both lunch and dinner for four whole days! Seeing this, the other monks were amazed at the patience of their abbot, who could only accept such tasteless food only as payment for his work. After all, he strictly followed the commandment of the Apostle Paul: whoever does not work should not eat (2 Thess. 3:10). And the brethren tried to imitate their mentor as best they could.
In those years, the Russian land had already been under the rule of the Tatar-Mongols for one hundred and fifty years. The Russian princes paid them tribute every year. It was simply unthinkable to fight them: the Mongols gathered too large and strong an army. And then the princes in Rus' could not unite. Everyone has their own squad, but there is no way to get together. How can we come to an agreement if the princes kept quarreling with each other and strove to go on a campaign against their own neighbor?
But one of the Tatar khans, named Mamai, decided that one tribute from the Russian princes was not enough for him. And he decided to go to Rus' with a huge army to capture all the cities, kill the princes and rule the Russian land himself. In vain did Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich try to appease him with gifts and submission: Mamai did not want to hear about mercy. No matter how difficult it was for the Grand Duke, after the recent wars with the Lithuanians, to prepare for war again, there was nothing to do: the Tatar hordes were approaching like a thundercloud towards the borders of Rus'. And then Dmitry Ivanovich was able to convince the other princes to leave discord, unite all the squads into one army and meet the formidable enemy Mamai on the way. Until he reached our cities and caused terrible trouble there.
There were a lot of Russian warriors; no one had ever assembled such a strong army in Rus' before. But still there were much fewer of them than Mamai’s fighters. It was clear to everyone that without God’s help there was no way to win this battle.
Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich decided to go to the monastery to Sergius to worship God there and receive a blessing. He invited other Orthodox princes and governors with him and, together with his retinue, arrived at the Trinity Monastery. Having prayed, the Grand Duke said to the holy abbot:
– You already know, father, what a great grief hangs over us: the Horde prince Mamai is coming to the Russian land to destroy the holy churches and destroy the Christian people... Pray, father, that God will deliver us from this misfortune!
The monk advised Prince Dmitry Ivanovich to bring gifts to Mamai and show his submission. “You, sir,” he said, “should take care and stand firmly for your subjects, and lay down your soul for them, and shed your blood.” But first, go to Mamai with truth and humility, as you should, according to your position, submit to the Horde king. After all, Scripture teaches us that if such enemies want honor and glory from us, then we will give it to them; if they want gold and silver, we will give that too; but for the name of Christ, for the Orthodox faith, we must lay down our souls and shed our blood. And you, sir, give them honor, and gold, and silver, and God will not allow them to overcome us: He will exalt you, seeing your humility, and will bring down their unyielding pride.
“I have already done all this,” the Grand Duke answered him, “but my enemy is rising even more.” “If so,” said Sergius, “then certain death awaits him, and you, Grand Duke, will receive help, mercy and glory from the Lord.” We trust in the Lord and the Most Pure Mother of God that they will not leave you.
And, making the sign of the Grand Duke with a cross, he said:
- Go without fear! The Lord will help you!
And then, lowering his voice, he said so quietly that only the Grand Duke could hear it:
- You will defeat your enemies.
But the Reverend Prince blessed not only with parting words and prayer. At that time there were two monks in the monastery: Alexander Peresvet and Andrei Oslyabya. Everyone had heard about their courage, bravery and military skill, because before they became monks, they were both famous as valiant warriors, experienced in military affairs. It was these monks-heroes that Saint Sergius gave to help the Grand Duke.
And when the Russian army clashed with Mamai on the Kulikovo field, one of them - Alexander Peresvet - began the battle, going out to duel with the famous Tatar strongman Chelubey. Chelubey’s appearance alone inspired horror: huge, powerful, with a ferocious face, he shook his spear and shouted: “Well, who dares fight me?!” Who doesn’t value life?!” And then Peresvet left the Russian ranks. In a simple monastic robe, without armor or helmet, armed with a heavy spear, like lightning he rushed at the terrible Tatar on his fast horse. There were loud screams. The rivals collided right in the middle of the field. The blow from the spears was so powerful that the shields cracked and they struck each other to death. The huge Mongol warrior fell into the grass, but the Russian knight remained in the saddle. A faithful horse brought him to the Russian army. Monk Peresvet died for his homeland, and the angels took his soul to Heaven. There is no higher feat in the face of God than that where a man lays down his soul for his friends.
Seeing how the terrible Mongol was defeated, the Russians realized that the Lord was for us and began to fight to the death. The battle continued all day until late at night, and eventually the Mongols retreated. After all, if God is with you, then you cannot be defeated. And soon our entire country was liberated from the invaders.
It was then that the battle began to boil, swords sharp as lightning sparkled, spears crackled, heroic blood flowed under the saddles, gilded helmets rolled under the horses’ feet, and behind the helmets were heroic heads...
At this time, in the Trinity Monastery, Holy Abbot Sergius gathered all the brethren and prayed to God for the success of the Russian army. Although Sergius was in the monastery, his spirit was on the Kulikovo field. The abbot saw everything that happened there and told the monks about it. He named the names of the fallen soldiers and prayed for them. Finally, Sergius announced that the enemy had been defeated and glorified God for the victory of the Russian army.
In honor of this great victory, Prince Dmitry was named Donskoy, because the Kulikovo Field was located next to the Don River.
Thanks to Saint Sergius, the warring princes were reconciled, gathered a strong army and drove out the Tatar enslavers. And even after the Battle of Kulikovo, St. Sergius more than once reconciled the Russian princes among themselves, instructing them to live in love, according to God’s commandments, and not to covet the good of their neighbor. For these and other glorious deeds, Sergius of Radonezh entered into people's memory with the high title of Hegumen of the Russian Land.
And the beginning of all this was laid on that distant Rostov meadow, where a boy, collecting his father’s foals that had run away, asked God to teach him to read and write.
God really does have a lot of everything. St. Sergius showed throughout his life that he used the gift he received from God for the benefit of himself and the entire Russian people! And when such a person fulfills God’s will for himself, a grateful people will forever preserve the memory of his good deeds.
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Life milestones
Bartholomew, at the age of 20 (23), took monastic vows, received the name Sergius and continued his life alone. Gradually, students began to settle around him. In 1342, the Trinity Monastery was founded, in which Radonezh became abbot. The living conditions of the monks were difficult, they often went hungry. Sergius, by his example, showed that one must live by one’s own labor, and forbade monks to beg for alms. After the monastery became the property of Prince Vladimir, who regularly provided support, life in it changed for the better.
After the introduction of a new structure in the monastery - a hostel - Sergius, in order to avoid conflict, left the monastery and created a new monastery on the banks of the Kirzhach River, which later became the Annunciation Monastery. Later he founded several more monasteries: near Kolomna, on Klyazma, in Serpukhov. He left his students as abbots everywhere.
Radonezhsky was the spiritual mentor of a large number of students who opened a total of about forty monasteries, and their followers, in turn, opened about fifty. Sergius enjoyed the deep respect of Metropolitan Alexei and had the opportunity to become his successor, but did not want to.
The monk had an amazing ability to reconcile warring parties, and convinced many princes to submit to the Moscow prince, thereby strengthening the Russian lands. He influenced the refusal to conclude a trade agreement between the Principality of Moscow and Mamai, and then blessed Prince Dmitry for the Battle of Kulikovo. Sergius died a very old man, transferring the abbess to one of his closest students, Nikon. Before his death, he gave his last instructions to the brethren. He was buried in the church.
Triptych by M. Nesterov “Works of Sergius of Radonezh”
Many miracles are associated with the life of St. Sergius, which are mentioned in the narrative of Epiphanius, the work of the church historian E. Golubinsky.
- While in his mother's womb, he screamed three times during a church service.
- As a child, Bartholomew met an elder who treated the boy to prosphora. After this, Bartholomew became the best student at school.
- One day, after Radonezh’s prayer over a stream near the monastery, a large spring opened.
- He healed a patient suffering from prolonged insomnia, as well as a possessed rich man. Through prayer he resurrected a boy who had died of illness.
- He punished the offender of one poor man, who took away his pig. The covetous man was unable to use the stolen meat; it spoiled and was eaten by worms, despite the winter period.
- One Greek priest refused to believe in the saint’s miracles. When he met Sergius, he suddenly became blind; after confession, Radonezh restored the priest’s ability to see.
- Sergius had two miraculous visions: the Mother of God with the apostles appeared to him, and a voice accompanied by a flock of beautiful birds predicted a large number of disciples for him.
Childhood and youth
According to the writings of Epiphanius the Wise - “The Life of Sergius of Radonezh ”, he was born in 1322 into a once rich, but then impoverished family, Cyril and his wife Maria , in a village in the Rostov principality. At birth, Sergius was named Bartholomew .
From the age of seven, the boy was taught church scripture , which was given to him with great difficulty. His peers ridiculed his inability to learn grammar, which greatly upset the boy, but despite this, he gradually came to the realization that he wanted to devote his life to serving God . He sincerely asked the creator to help him overcome difficulties with his studies. And one day the Almighty sent him an elder , whom Bartholomew asked to pray to God for him so that he could overcome the letter.
This fact from the Life was reflected on the canvas “Vision to the Youth Bartholomew” (located in the Tretyakov Gallery) by M. V. Nesterov, a Russian artist-painter.
“Vision to the Youth Bartholomew”
Veneration of St. Sergius
Radonezh had a significant beneficial impact on many generations to come. The purpose of his life and work was the moral education of people. The famous historian Klyuchevsky considers his influence on the people a miracle. His students, researchers, and historians at all times devoted themselves to describing the life of the monk.
Trinity Lavra of Sergius, Sergiev Posad
According to the testimony of Pachomius Logothetes, thirty years after the death of the monk, his relics remained incorrupt. In 1919, the Soviet authorities autopsied the relics and transferred them to the museum located in the Trinity-Sergius Lavra. During the war, the museum fund was evacuated to Solikamsk. In 1946, the relics were transferred to the church and now rest in the Trinity Cathedral.
The canonization of Sergius dates back to 1452. Radonezh is also revered as a saint in Catholicism. More than seven hundred temples in the world are dedicated to him. Before the advent of Russian painting, the monk was depicted on icons. Later, his image inspired many artists: M. Nesterov, V. Vasnetsov, N. Roerich and others. There are also sculptures with the image of Radonezh. Monuments to the saint have been erected in many Russian cities, more than one work of art has been written about him, and a documentary film has been made.
Personal life
In his early youth, Sergius decided to devote himself to the service of God and become a monk. He did not have a family, however, we can say that he had offspring, spiritual offspring , which was one of his main strengths.
More than 70 monasteries were built in Russia by the hands of his disciples ; with his strong spirit he imbued entire generations of monastics and people who ever came into close contact with him.
Interesting Facts
- The Life of Sergius tells that Bartholomew learned to read and write thanks to the blessing of the holy elder.
- Among the students of Sergius of Radonezh were such famous religious figures as Abraham of Galitsky, Pavel Obnorsky, Sergius of Nuromsky, Venerable Andronik, Pachomius of Nerekhta and many others.
- The life of the saint inspired many writers (N. Zernov, N. Kostomarov, L. Charskaya, G. Fedotov, K. Sluchevsky, etc.) to create works of art about his fate and deeds, including a number of books for children. The biography of Sergius of Radonezh is studied by schoolchildren in grades 7-8.
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