Мученицы села Пузово

The life and suffering of the Venerable Martyr Evdokia (Shikova) and her novices Daria (Timolina), Daria (Siushinskaya) and Maria The material for the biography was a transcript of the stories of the novice Evdokia-Poli, recorded in the first half of the twenties, that is, several years after the death of the venerable martyr. The recording was made by Valentina Dolganova, cell attendant of Bishop Varnava (Belyaev), and with his blessing. Evdokia had five novices. Three of them suffered along with her; she sent Natasha home a few days before her death; This is how a witness to the great spiritual height of the martyr survived until the mid-60s. Natasha herself regretted only one thing: that the Lord did not vouchsafe her to share her martyrdom with his old woman. The fifth cell attendant, Pelageya, although she was with Evdokia during the arrest and saw all her torment and death, was left by God to testify about the life and suffering of the old woman. A witness to the exploits of Evdokia Polya, she herself was a great ascetic. The following record by Valentina Dolganova has been preserved about her: “Before the old woman took her in, Polya, every day after finishing her monastic obedience work in Diveyevo after six in the evening, ran sixteen miles to the village of Puzovo and prayed there with Dunya all night, and at dawn she hurried to her monastic obedience. She carried out obedience at the water pump. She lived like this for three years. During prayer, she made a lot of prostrations, saying: “Bowing is plowing the ground.” Evdokia taught her a lot about humility and patience under different circumstances. One day Mother Abbess sent Polya to the village to buy onions for planting. Polya went to see Duna, and she kept her with her and kept her for two weeks until the time for planting onions passed. After this, all the novices in the monastery were given the right to scold and humble Paul, and she bowed at everyone’s feet, remained silent and endured. Another time, the abbess sent her with two senior nuns to the Ponetaevsky monastery to carry an urgent letter, and ordered Polia to carry the letter. We went to Dunya again. She doesn’t let her in, and the nuns don’t go without her, because Poly and Dunya have a letter that doesn’t allow them to pass it on. In this case, too, Paul had to endure a lot. Polya endured a lot until Dunya took her from the monastery to her place, but even here her life was not easy. Dunya was born in the fifties of the 19th century in the village of Puzovo 2 from peasant parents, Alexander and Alexandra Shikov. Her mother died early, when Dunya was two years old, and her father married someone else; Her own mother was very pious and her father too, but her stepmother was of a different spirit. She tried to kill her father with arsenic, which she achieved when she took him to Siberia; Dunya herself told how she, at the age of seven, found out that her stepmother wanted to poison her father, found out and told her father: “Don’t drink this water, look, it’s muddy.” Dunina’s aunt and uncle lived in this village; Dunya learned piety from them and lived her adolescence with them. My uncle was a churchwarden; Prayer in the church was not enough for them, and they prayed a lot at home. Dunya was very jealous of God and sang incessantly. In the ninth year, she and her friend went to Sarov, and there the elder knocked their heads, and from then on they lived next to each other for three years. My friend's name was Maria. Mary reaps, and Dunya sits on the sheaves and sings, they always went to church together, hand to hand clasp and walk. Dunya always walked around in a warm shawl and a zipun, she never showed her face. From my youth we went to Sarov, Diveevo, Ponetaevka. Dunya told me: one day they came to Pelageya Ivanovna in Diveevo, she was feeding pigeons in the fence. Dunya approached the fence. “Go away, rvanica, don’t scare the pigeons,” say the walkers, 3 and Dunya cries and does not leave, and she had a piece in her hands, she also threw it to the pigeons, and Pelageya Ivanovna said: “Why are you driving her away from me, take her and feed her.” Some said about Duna and Maria that their love was from the enemy, others said it was from God. If Maria is in pain, Dunyushka does not detach from her, they always walked together; Maria’s parents beat her, her family beat Dunya, they drove them away from each other, but they hold hands, walk and sing. She and Maria also went to church together. After Maria died, Dunya began to go to church every day, and although even under Maria they began to throw stones at them, without her they became more frequent. She was about twenty years old at that time. And then Dunya only went to ordered masses, because on holidays she was not allowed entry. She was weak and sick, so weak that she began to walk with a batog, but she lit the stove herself (at that time her aunt died). She sits on a chair, she has no strength, and heats the stove. Then she completely weakened, and two girls began to come to her. When Duna was over twenty years old, she became very ill. It was during Christmas time. Dunya screamed: “I’m going to die, I have a fever.” The girls took her out into the yard and poured two buckets of cold water on her. Then she tells them: “Carry me to the cell.” And they laid her on a bench, and after that she never got up. Her bed was like this: a rune and two goliks 4 that were sent by Fr. John of Ardatov, two cloths are laid on the ankles, which are worn on the feet, and nothing else. There were two thin zipuns on her heads, and she was dressed in a sheepskin coat; she was wearing a zipun, only not in the sleeves, but draped over her shoulders, like a cape, and the other covered her head. In front of people, she covered their face. When the sheepskin coat had decayed, she put it on the bed and did not give it to anyone (then she was dressed in the same zipun, the third one); and so on winter and summer. She did not allow herself to be dressed with anything else. As the clothes decayed, she laid them on the bed, and so she had three clothes until her death. She had not worn anything of cotton since her youth, the shirt was woven, when it decayed, she put it on the bed, and the sundress, too, when it decayed. She wore the same belts all her life: blue woolen ones with a white center, and if you didn’t give her a belt like that, she wouldn’t girdle at all. Her shawl was also wool. And everything she wore was wool, except for her handkerchief, which was calico. The walkers will take the decayed thing out of bed, throw it somewhere, she will start crying, and for a day or two she cries: “Give me a shirt.” From her youth she never let anyone cut her hair, and she never cut her toenails or fingernails, and now they accidentally touch them awkwardly, she says she’s sick, she cries, but she won’t let them be cut. When the nail falls off, she will pick it up and also put it on her bed. The same with the cross. The ear will break, the cross will be lost, she will start crying - and she doesn’t want to pray without a cross, and won’t take a new one: “Find me this cross.” As soon as they find him, tie him up, and the next morning she will lose him again, and all this during the prayer rule. Her rosary was always the same, made of wool. Then she began to hold linen threads in her hands during the rule. She wore long woolen stockings on her legs. Father Anatoly 5 blessed Daria to live with her. Now there were three of them (my uncle was still alive). Then pious girls began to come and sing, and they formed a rule. They sang stichera, kontakion and akathists. Dunya could not find consolation in anything other than prolonged singing and reading. She read well, but could not write. She read more of the lives of saints, books were borrowed from the church, but she also had her own. Dasha had a good voice, as did Dunya and his uncle. But Dasha was unlearned, she read the Psalter from memory, and kept the book for show; she also sang stichera from memory. And so Dunya began to cry that she needed a learned walker, Fr. Anatoly blessed Annushka for her; she loved to sing and read and knew the church rules well. She was then twenty-three years old, and she lived with Dunya for eighteen years. She came to her from a cheerful life. Dunya will force her to wash the floor, and she will say: “Tell me to dance,” and Dunya will allow it, she endured everything from her. She read novels on the sly from Dunya. Dasha saw and told Dunya. Annushka began to cry: “What should I do, Dunya, I’m bored, I’ll run away...” And she wanted to run. It was evening, otherwise she would have run away. And at night I saw myself in a dream in Ponetaevka, in the church, and saw the Monk Seraphim, as if feeding a bear. She came up to him, bowed at her feet, and he blessed her, gave her a cracker and said: “Oh, you slacker! So I’ll give you a job, go and babysit my children.” And he took her by the hand and led her to the cell. And there are two cradles there, and two little girls are lying in them; and he said: “Nurse them,” and he left. She began to nurse, and they began to cry. She wanted to run; I went to the door, and it was like a wall: it was impossible to get out. Anna woke up. And she told Duna her dream. And Dunya said that these girls were her and Dasha. She persuaded Anna to stay and ordered her to pray to the Queen of Heaven. One day Anna walked on water. It was winter and frost, and the buckets were thin. Everything flowed from them. She began to cry and curse with nasty words: “You will choke, you greedy one, you won’t be able to fix my bucket.” That night she had a vision. She saw a very nice garden. The leaves were so big that I had never seen anything like them anywhere, and the flowers were white, blue and red, which I had also never seen anywhere. In this garden there was a church with golden domes. The sun was shining above them, below them there was waist-deep grass; and a fragrance was heard. She wanted to enter this garden, she looked, there were snakes in the grass, and her feet were bare. And she wanted to come in. She wanted to put shoes on her feet, and that’s when she woke up. One day Anna picked it up and took it away - she thought it was a fish, but it turned out to be a teapot wrapped in paper. She returned, and Dunya said to her: “Anna, give me some fish.” She banged at her feet: “Dunya, forgive me!” Dunya tells her: “Don’t steal anymore.” And one day she took all the money. Dunya sends: “Bring Anna back.” She again asks for forgiveness, but then again she could not resist. She lived like this with Dunya for seven years, and after that her relatives lured her away, and she ran away at night. She stole everything from Dunya (she said to herself: “You will be saved for this”) and took it away in two carts. Her mother was very happy: “Here, daughter, we will live with you.” And she began to feel sad. After living there for a year, she began to ask her father and mother to let her go to Dunya. And they: “We won’t let you in.” She said, "I'll leave." And she ran away at night. She approached Dunina’s cell, the door was open, Anna entered the cell, fell in front of Dunina’s bed and began to cry. Looking at her, Dunya and Dasha cried. Dunya forgave her and said: “The enemy taught you this.” And she responded: “You planted it for me.” Yes, she immediately fell in her cell, and Dunya just cried. For three days Anna shouted: “Put to death.” Then Dunya gave her some crackers, and she was healed. And she began to sing and read regularly again. Dunya's rule was as follows. It is unacceptable to sing stichera to the image of the Vladimir Queen of Heaven every day. It was a general singing, in the evening they began at eight o'clock, and the service continued until twelve o'clock at night. At this time nothing was read; They sang, in addition to stichera, troparia and kontakion to the saints and the Queen of Heaven. On Tuesdays, stichera with an akathist to the Iveron Mother of God were celebrated. On this day, many people came to Dunya. In the morning they began to pray at five o’clock, and sometimes, due to weakness, at six in the morning. And they prayed until twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Dunya prayed in silence this time. No one was allowed to see her, and the women prayed to themselves. At this time they read the Psalter, the Gospel, canons, akathists and bowed (Dasha prayed like Dunya). She shared the morning rule, and there were twenty minutes of rest; If during the rest someone came with great sorrow, she would let him in, but during the rule she would not let anyone in. After the rule, they turned her face to the icons, put a runier under her, planted her and lit all the lamps, there were twelve of them. Here she prayed quietly for half an hour. After that, they began to sing and sang for fifteen minutes: they sang I Believe, Worthy, Our Father, Intercessor, Like an Insurmountable Wall, Our Lady of Tenderness, The Cross of the Whole Universe. In the midst of this singing, prosphora was taken out of the closet and Duna was given a broken prosphora, and the girls a whole one. Before they put her in prison, he orders her to wash her hands, and then, when they give her the prosphora, she will cry and say: “Cross your arms.” They will put prosphora on her and cut it in half. One half will be taken back to the closet, and this half will be cut in half, and she gives half to the one who served her. They gave her three prosphoras: from Sarov, Ponetaevka, Diveevo, so she had three parts. Then they handed the prosphora into her hands, and poured baptismal water into a saucer. She put the prosphora in the saucer and put it on the table, and when she put it down, she said: “Christ is Risen!” – and quietly prayed. Then, as soon as she prayed, they sang again: Lord save, from youth, St. Nicholas and the Queen of Heaven, they sang for a short time. Then she ate the prosphora and washed it down with Epiphany water in a saucer, leaving a little for the one who followed her, and the girls stood at the threshold and after her ate their prosphora. Here the lamps were extinguished, she was turned again and laid down. When they turned her, she fenced all the walls and corners with the sign of the cross with the words: “Fence, Lord, by the power of the Honest and Life-giving Cross.” During the rule, she always held a skein of linen thread along with her rosary and, having passed the rosary, she made a loop on the threads, then she prayed again using the rosary, then she made another loop, and so on until four loops, then she tied these loops with a knot, like a cross, and tucked them into her belt; this meant that she had finished her prayer and she could be seated. If, while she was praying and cutting the prosphora, who would come and knock on a stranger, they did not open the door, but told him not to leave the porch, stand facing the church and pray with his mind. In the morning, when I got up, I washed my face, but the water was the same for a week or more. The water was covered in the stove, so it was always warm. She orders the one who served her to first wash and pray, and to protect her hands with the sign of the cross and around Dunya. The girls will all go to the door, Dasha will take the cast iron out of the stove, scoop up a tea cup of water, then pour holy water into it, take a towel and baptize it, then take the dish from which Dunya ate, and she washed herself over this dish. On Dunya’s table there was a mug with Epiphany water, and next to it was a pottery dish like a pot. If there was still water in the mug, she poured it into the pot, and poured the water into the mug after washing. The water remaining in the cup and the water from washing after two or three days were poured into a place where people did not go. After the end of the rule, the girls left, some to drink tea, some where, and some who carried water, made three bows and walked on the water. The water had to be pumped with a wheel and certainly on an empty stomach, and it was very difficult, and Dunya would say: “Hail to the Mother of God and go, don’t talk to anyone...” At first they walked at night, and recently they began to walk during the day. When you pumped out the water, you had to fence everything off with the sign of the cross and rinse the bucket, and if anyone caught you, don’t be ashamed of anyone and silently go back with the water. If it happens that they carry the dead man, or hit the dead man, or someone comes across him with an ax or a scythe, some kind of carrion, even if they carry him to Dunya’s porch, but they won’t enter the door, they had to pour the water on the ground and go get someone else. And no matter what happened on the way, she ordered not to hide anything. Having brought water, it was necessary to bow twelve times to the Queen of Heaven and ask Dunya for her blessing to set the samovar; protect it too with the sign of the cross, rinse it, otherwise it won’t drink, close it, put cold coals in the samovar, light it from a candle, and as soon as steam comes out, then you can raise the samovar, and at this time she ordered the one who put it to be silent. They will lift the samovar onto the table, put the incense in the pipe, fill the kettle with tea and put it on the incense, at this time they cut off some bread for her. And so they cut her a lot of bread, a whole foot, from all kinds, and each piece is fenced off with the sign of the cross, and she puts all these pieces in a scarf and puts them on the bed, and leaves herself one piece of rye bread and eats a small part of it. She sat over tea for an hour and a half, with the samovar boiling and steam coming out, and drinking a little cup the entire time. They’ll pour a cup and say, “It’s cold,” then they’ll pour it and say, “It’s hot,” and so on always. The hozhalki will begin to grumble that it’s been a long time, the people are grumbling, they haven’t let us in for a long time. And just before tea she cut a cucumber and ate two slices or a salted mushroom, she would take a bite of the pie once, when God sent it. Then they started heating the stove. And the one who lit the stove did not go for firewood. The potatoes were washed in the yard with cold water, no matter what the weather was, even if there were ice floats, and always in three waters. She didn’t tell me to wash the cereal with my hands, but with a spoon, and also to add salt from a spoon, and not with my hands. She ate every day during all fasts and on all days. On fast days they cooked porridge with milk, and on fast days with water. They would put firewood in the stove, but they couldn’t move it, because there wasn’t a single intact brick in the whole stove, but only fragments on the hearth, and they wouldn’t allow the stove to be moved - for the feat. While food is being cooked, you cannot light the stove without opening the door, but in winter there was smoke, and the chimney was never closed either night or day. She says the spirit is heavy, that’s how she kept herself in the cold. The small stove was also forbidden to be lit, but the large one was not allowed to be covered: “I can’t stand the spirit of clay.” While she was singing, she would close her eyes, and when there were a lot of people, they would slowly begin to cover it up, and she would begin to cry like a little child: “Why are you being mischievous while singing?” - “Why don’t you let me cover it up, Dunya?” – they told her after the girl. But she doesn’t give it, and complains to the people: “They don’t cover my stove.” Khozhalok didn’t let anyone near the stove to warm up, even if you were dying, she wouldn’t let anyone near it. He will only say: “How did the saints endure? You healthy people can’t stand it, how can I stand it when I’m sick?” Seven years before her death, they sat her near the stove to warm herself, but the walkers almost dropped her, and since then she has not warmed herself. Three years before her death, only her stockings kept her warm. In her free time or during singing, she did not let her warm, and when the women went to bed, she lifted one of them and forced her to warm, she put the stockings on her back and, standing, leaned her back against the stove. At this time, Dunya forced the prayer to be read; The walker will read two prayers and crash to the floor - she will fall asleep, and she will scream: “She’s beating me!” He raises everyone to their feet and complains to everyone: “My walkers are mischievous and won’t warm me.” So one night she made the stockings warm, and the other night she made her kill the lice, give her a candle and beat her. When they beat the lice, they read the Mother of God, and as soon as they finish, Dunya shouts: “I didn’t kill everyone, the louse bites my leg.” And during prayer I never complained about anything, only during sleep. Those pieces that she tied and put on the bed, after six weeks she put them on her back, slept on them, on breadcrumbs, in the cold and covered in lice. When the shirt was thin, the bread dug into the body. Then whole heaps of bread grew out of the bread on the bed. There it turned green, and towards the end there were mice and worms, and that was where it lay. She wore chains, which were her belt, and did not allow anyone to touch this place. Dunya didn’t change her shirt until it was worn out, she changed it once a year and then she sent everyone out except two girls. I washed my hands with soap up to the elbows once a year, then doused them in a basin of holy water; I washed my legs up to my knees - they would also wash it, but with plain water, but I never washed my body. When she was washed. then the novice held her, Dunya leaned her head, and she herself held a lit candle. They washed their hair with warm oil heated in the stove, washed it once a year, and the hair was matted like a hat; sometimes, without people around, she took off her shawl and scratched her head with her hands, the lice could not be counted, it was darkness; they were not beaten, but collected straight into a rag. Two days after washing, she changed her shirt and put the dirty, lousy one back on the bed. The stove was heated at about seven or eight in the evening, and from eight o'clock the stichera were sung, and at about two or three in the morning she had dinner. Dunya dined alone, she didn’t let strangers in, everyone was standing, but there was nothing to sit on. They served it to her in a dish, the spoon was supported by the spoon, and when she poured it, she shouted: “Pour me more.” And then she takes a sip or two and says: “I’m tired, I’ll rest,” and while she’s resting, she seems to fall asleep, the cabbage soup gets cold, and then she asks for hot cabbage soup, but there isn’t any, and she cries, and so the cabbage soup remains; Polya finished them completely cold. And when they put on the second one, Dunya shouts again: “Give me porridge, but with foam, put more.” And everything was cooling down too. “It’s cooled down,” she screams, cries, and then falls asleep. She always ordered the eggs to be planted at the heel; will say: “Give me three on the table, and leave two on the pole.” Then he says again: “I’ll rest.” As soon as the walkers fall asleep, she again orders the eggs to be put away on a pole, but she did not allow eggs to be broken in the cell, because they smelled, she gave them to the walkers who lived with her. She herself only ate two eggs a year. Only two walkers knew about this. She did not eat special foods and rarely ate boiled potatoes. In the last year the stove was hardly lit. They cooked cabbage soup at the Karasevs' in the summer, at home in the winter, they didn't bake anything in the oven, they didn't bake anything, they didn't dry bread, they only baked eggs. I rarely ate fish. I haven't eaten meat since I was young. And they brought everything: rich flatbreads, tasty and sweet. She divided everything that they brought into two halves and gave half to the guests (there were four of them) and said: “Here, don’t be angry that I don’t give it to you.” They fought that there were four of them, healthy ones, and it wasn’t enough for them, and they immediately ate what they received, and Dunya put the other half in a stocking, saying: “Tomorrow,” and leaving it that way. She consumed bread from some people; there the woman baked with prayer. He will bring it clean, and when he brings it, they sang “From Thy holy icon.” There were plenty of cockroaches; they will cut off the bread, close it up, and they will eat it all up and let it disappear; I cut off the first piece for Polya, then for Dasha, and the third - always a stale and small piece - for myself, and gave the rest of the crusts to the youngest walker. And the next day we ate crackers on an empty stomach. She said whoever eats soft bread is not a faster, but if you fast and end up reaching for soft bread, that’s bad. Dunya baptized every piece and said: “Christ is Risen!” If he does not finish the prayer rule, he will lie for three days without food. After eating, we read prayers for the future to sleep and the Psalter. When everyone is in bed, Dunya asks the youngest bedlady to bring two penny candles, and as soon as everyone falls asleep, she will protect them with the sign of the cross, then they will hand the candle into her hands, and she will light it. Polya is warming her stockings at this time, but Dunya is awake, rummaging around, looking for threads or something else in her belt, and when the candles burn out, she picks everyone up and puts Polya down. In the last year, she began to wake me up as soon as one candle burned out, but before she gave more rest. Polya will fall asleep and accidentally open the door with her feet, Dunya will shout: “Guard!” - everyone gets up, and the door is open - in winter, and she starts complaining to Polya, crying and saying: “That’s what the nuns do, they open the doors in winter, they purposely want to freeze me.” And she was already so cold that the water in the kettle and tub froze. Everyone slept on the floor, exhausted, not hearing anything. The cell was full of holes, they offered to install a new one for her, but she didn’t want to. She decided to make a yard and sent it to Polya. Polya said: “First we need to make a cell.” And she says: “No, the yard.” She sent her to measure out a space a fathom away from the old yard; she did not order it to be broken, but to be dismantled so that there would be no knock from the breaking. They began to build. But she didn’t let everyone build, but only those who didn’t smoke tobacco. She also said about the fence on the grave: “Polya, let those who don’t smoke build the fence.” Brought construction to cold weather. And these people, husband and wife, who were building, were the poorest and built for her for free. And the logs were transported free of charge. They even ate bread and chaff at this time. Then she called them to her place. “Are you here,” he says, “do you want to receive a reward or in the future?” They did not want to take payment, they prayed and took her blessing. They dug up pillars and took away walls. She sends to Paul: “Go and see if they put a scythe.” She said: “It will be a little oblique.” Dunya was crying so hard, it’s impossible, and asks: “Is it possible to break it again and fix it?” Dasha felt sorry for these people and began to persuade them. And she says to Dasha: “Don’t get into it, this is not your business, let Polya be with them as she wants.” Polya said: “No way, Dunya, you can’t, you have to dig in another pillar nearby.” She ordered: “Place another pillar,” but he was of no use: just so that it wouldn’t be askew. And when they finished - they built for six weeks - she called them to the cell and said: “You built it here for me, and the Lord will build it for you in the future.” She gave them a mug of water and a piece of rye bread. That same year, husband and wife both died. “If only someone could be found who would build a cell for me,” she said. So that there wouldn’t be a knock and I wouldn’t hear the knocking, but they would have built a cell for me. If I hear a knock, I won’t be able to stand it,” and so she was left without a cell. I haven’t touched money since I was young. She read little of the letters she sent, those she answered, and those she didn’t. She had never kissed anyone and never let anyone kiss her hand; She forbade everyone to give her hand when greeting her and did not order her to be alone with men. She was allowed into Sarov once a year, but Dasha didn’t go anywhere for twenty years. During Sunday mass, Dunya forbade the stove to be lit and approached the shrine strictly, and recently she did not allow the floors to be washed, because she considered the floors to be very dirty, and she did not allow the laundry to be washed on Friday and Wednesday, but only on Tuesday and Thursday, and during this work she did not give prosphora from her table, did not allow dinner at home and the lamp to be straightened, but she allowed her to go to church; After the floors, she ordered to wash your hands with soap, eat a piece of bread and take a book in your hands - the Psalter or prayer book. Only after two days did she allow people to venerate the icons, also after the bath: if you go home unwashed, she will allow you to do anything, but after the bath, no. If you put on bast shoes or felt boots or something else, you have to walk around in these shoes for the whole month, no matter how damp or hot, you can’t take off your shoes, otherwise he won’t drink or eat and will cry. If they take off their shoes quietly, she will still find out, she won’t swear, but will cry a lot. Their legs will swell to such an extent that it is impossible to stand on their feet all day, without rest and without sleep; his feet are damp, but he won’t let him warm up, otherwise he’ll scream like a fool; She also did not allow her to change her underwear and scarf for the whole month, and in front of the people she denounced her: she is a nun, but she is dirty. Those who served her were not allowed to pick up a knife, an ax, or a broom, otherwise she would be in great sorrow! And she didn’t let me do anything except pray; She didn’t let me walk with her when she was weak, she took someone else. If both at once, then she did not break her fast. Few people understood her feat. She cries, complains about the walkers, but she herself orders it. And then he cries and smiles. Field she said: “If I scold you in public, don’t be embarrassed.” “They don’t wash me and don’t give me a shirt,” and at the same time she bursts into tears. So that no one would know about her feat, she said: “Now there is no day of joy,” and she herself did not eat and did not give it to anyone. And then the bell will be rung for the deceased (it’s a big village) - you can’t eat anymore, or something else will happen, all these were reasons not to eat. They will carry the deceased, the beggars ask, she: “We’ll eat tomorrow”; will say: “Pray that tomorrow will be a joyful day.” So he takes it day by day, then he’s forgotten, but he doesn’t give it to the sick people, he says: “They brought it to the sick person, I’ll eat it myself.” When the dead man is being carried, she lies motionless, and if she eats at this time, she will give up, and if, as a rule, she will no longer pray, she lies there and tells everyone to be silent. Polya asked her: “Dunya, why do you treat the dead this way?” - “The voice of the Lord - when the bell is struck - explained that they should pray for the slaves.” And he will say: “Same brother, same sister, we are all of the same blood. Remember what will greet them. I will die, and you pray for me.” And until then he lies motionless until he is buried, and will not allow anyone into the cell at that time. She said that you need to pray not only for the one who brought alms, but for everyone you learn about. She was very afraid of the afterlife, like no other elder was afraid. Polya once says: “Dunyushka, it’s good that you die.” And she began to cry and said: “I’d rather lie here on knives.” He will ask: “Polya, I’m going to die, will you pray for me?” She will answer: “I will,” - “Well, tell me then, how will you pray for me?” – “I will pray for you 150 times a day” 6. She says: “Will there be any joy for this?” - “Yes.” She will be comforted and calm down. One woman strangled a child on the first day of Easter and came to her, and Dunya foresaw this. As soon as she entered the cell, Dunya immediately covered her head. The woman brought a loaf of white bread and two pounds of wheat flour. There were seven of them, and Dunya did not allow any of them to take it in their hands, she fed strangers and gave this loaf to strangers, and they put flour in the hallway; so the rain poured down on her. But the woman did not confess to her, Dunya did not expose her in front of everyone, but she sent Polya to ask, she told the unfortunate woman: “Don’t despair, after all, the Lord saved the robber, you repent.” The woman began to cry and said: “If they find out that I gave birth, I will hang myself.” Dunya called to Polya: “Go, send her to Glukhovo.” As soon as she left, Dunya sent Polya to catch up and told her to tell Fr. Nicholas, so that he would give her a prayer and confess and pray for her. The killer's mother-in-law gave Polya a piece of white bread. She came in the evening, and Dunya was crying, saying: “Polya, there’s an infection in your pocket,” and she ordered the bread to be taken out to strangers, and the pocket to be washed out by strangers. They took out this bread, prayed, went for water, and only then did she begin to break her fast. The benefactors’ house caught fire, and she sent to Polya: “Run away, Polinka, otherwise Karaseva will burn.” But the house was locked, and there was no one there. She climbed through the window, lit the fire, came, and Dunya’s visitors said: “How will you eat from her hands now, when she lit the fire?” And Dunya sent her across the water and ate. And it happened that if one of them picked up a firebrand, she would never eat it. And then there was another case like this. Not far from Dunya, a house smoldered for three days, and everything was locked. When we entered this house, we saw that a burnt old woman was lying near the samovar, and when they began to take her, her hand fell off. They pulled her out into the meadow, and suddenly Dasha sees a piglet running, she says: “Dunyushka, look how the little piglet is running.” Dunya looked, but she didn’t see a pig, she squealed, she was pounded, both the windows and the doors, she ordered everything to be locked tighter, and she didn’t let anyone in, and then she cried so much, it was simply impossible, and she ordered to cross everything around, both the windows and the doors, and she lay there, didn’t drink, didn’t eat for a whole day, and they curtained all the windows, because they were carrying the old woman past Dunya to bury her (near this house, Dunya was then beaten). And where the old woman lay, she did not allow alms to be carried in this place, and if anyone brought it, she herself did not take it and did not give it to the beggars. And Dunya ordered to visit one old man for God’s sake - he lived in poverty, he was covered in worms. And when he died and was carried past Dunya in the same way, she ordered all the doors and windows to be opened and she herself sang and prayed. And here, even if relatives died, she did not allow walkers. She herself did not drink or eat anything from such funerals and did not give them anything, but she gave it from others and strangers. When someone was shot and someone from this family came, she wouldn’t let them in until forty days and said: “Well, they grab everything with their hands.” Apparently she was afraid that they would shoot her. “No matter how shameful they are put to death, they are still buried, but they won’t bury me and they won’t ring the bells. Lord, Lord, what happy people, they will die - they will call, and they will throw me into a pit like a beast. But these people,” she said, “who will shoot me, will also be shot” (which came true). She punished the believers: “Run to the monastery for the juniper and throw it under your feet as they carry me away.” And they answered her: “We’re not only doing that, Dunya, we’ll call as many priests then.” And she answered: “Everyone run away from me. Go to my grave more often, you will cry and sob at my grave, I will hear everything, but I cannot answer.” Pole said: “I will die, you accept the schema, I will die, and you will remain, and if you do not accept, then you will be punished by God.” Polya replied: “I, Dunya, am uneducated.” “Whoever lives with me will all be scientists. Try to pray for me, and I will not forget you there. Go to the monastery." Shortly before her death, when she was being washed, she said: “Give me the shirt that I prepared for death, it’s winter, it’s cold, it’s thicker, it will be warmer.” And when they combed her head, she said: “This is the last time you hold me.” She also said: “I will live until the fall, I will lead a new life, and you prepare all your own bread, I won’t cook for you anymore, then it will be easy for you all to live, and you will bring it to me from Babin.” (Everywhere they didn’t allow her to pray for her for up to forty days, but in Babino the priest prayed all the time. And at Dunya’s house she served funeral services. She healed this priest: he had a very bad throat. Polya was in Gavrilovka at the time and was in a hurry to go to the service. She came to her sister and asked: “Will there be mass?” And the sister answered: “Father is very ill, he will die soon, the doctors said.” And suddenly the bell rang for matins, and the priest walks away unharmed. In the church, the priest approached Polya and told him how he received healing from Dunya. First the Apostle Thomas comes to him, then the Monk Seraphim, Elder Nicodemus and with them Dunya: “I didn’t see her face, but she came in with them, took them by the throat and said: “Get up, you will be healthy, go serve mass, it’s a pity, you were not with me alive.” I saw everyone’s faces, but I didn’t see her, I only heard her voice.” The saints told him that Dunya was with them.) One day Fr. Sophrony (he painted icons himself) on the day of the Angel sent her an icon of the Savior with a crown of thorns. As soon as Dunya saw it, she began to cry: “Archimandrite,” he says, “but you’re a fool, what kind of icon did he send to the sick person on the day of the Angel, a comforting one, but he a sorrowful one.” And she sent her back. And he said: “Well, she has some kind of superstition, no matter what icon she painted for me, I would take it for grace.” Then he writes in a letter: “Pray, Dunya, for me, if I live until Easter, I serve mass, then I will send you a church, and if I live until the Assumption, then I will send the Queen of Heaven.” The very first parishioner of Father Sophrony was Alexandra Mikhailovna, Fr. wrote about her. Sophrony Dunya, when he promised to send a hozhalka. She went to him for thirty years and brought him bread for thirty miles, and then the priest began to persecute her: “Get away from me, drive her out, she is a thief, she will steal everything from us.” She cries: “Your Reverence, what are you doing to me,” and he drives away. Dunya sent for her to take her to stay. They brought her completely sick, she shouts: “Dunya, I’m dying of cold and hunger,” and Dunya tells her: “Be patient.” So she stayed with Dunya throughout Lent and recovered. And when I came to Fr. Sophronius, he told her to prepare for confession: “I, he says, will serve you the last mass.” And other churchgoers began to prepare, but he did not give communion to anyone, but only her; she received communion on Easter and died two weeks later. Dunya, when she learned about the death of Alexandra Mikhailovna, cried a lot and said: “My right wing fell off.” Alexandra Mikhailovna had worms in her legs, and she did not go to the bathhouse. And that’s how she got this disease. She came to Fr. Sophronia, and he says: “Do you love me?” She says: “I love you, father.” “What do you want - eternal or earthly?” She says: “Eternal,” “Do you want to suffer like me, to receive my sorrow?” She says: “I want.” And wounds began to appear on her legs, and worms began to appear in them. Her legs hurt for fifteen years. She didn’t tell this to anyone, she only showed Dunya, because Dunya foresaw this and asked herself: “Confess what grief you bear; Don’t be afraid of Paulie, she’s with me and she won’t tell anyone while you’re alive.” Alexandra Mikhailovna didn’t know Dunya at all before. When Fr. Sophrony disappeared into the woods, didn’t tell anyone, Alexandra Mikhailovna cried a lot about him, went and looked for him. One day she is walking through the forest, and an old man catches up with her and asks: “Who are you looking for?” She says: “The old man who always consoled me has disappeared.” The elder said: “The rooster will crow, follow the voice, and he will meet you, and there is also a sick girl in Puza, also visit her every month, like the priest.” She heard the rooster and went and saw Fr. standing there. Sophrony is directly opposite the cell. And he sent Dunya and Alexandra Mikhailovna everything she needed, and Dunya - to the priest. One day Fr. Sophrony sent Duna a large image of the Queen of Heaven of Iveron and always sent oils. And so his walker Vera’s fingers were so sore that they thought they would fall off, and he sent her to Duna: “Go, Verochka, to Duna, you will be healed by the Queen of Heaven.” And Vera received healing. When Polya first came to Fr. To Sophrony, he directly said: “Lucky is the one who blessed you into the monastery” (Dunya blessed). And then he kept talking about Duna, what an ascetic and a lamp she is, a pillar from earth to heaven, and that we must listen to her and imitate her. Afterwards, Polya began to go to him. She came once, and he: “Why is she attached to you, a lousy girl to a monastery man, what kind of grace can there be in her, she doesn’t have any rules, they start and just sing all day and night, she has dirt, cold, lice, unless this is the only salvation, in the cold and dirt, and she has cockroaches. She eats fish on Friday, eats at Matins, and sleeps at Mass. Over there, the girls are bowing, reading akathists according to the monastery rules, and she herself is tormented, and she’s torturing the worshipers, and she’s torturing everyone who comes to her.” Three times he said the same thing, that she was bothering the monastery man, tearing her away from obedience. For the third time he began to say: “Dunyushkin’s louse will stick to you, as soon as you come to the monastery, they will kick you out of the monastery, they will say: lice.” She replies: “I threw it on purpose, but they don’t bother me.” He suddenly pointed his finger at her right hand, there was Dunin’s louse, she began to look for it, and he began to laugh like a little child, and then said: “Whoever loves the sick, great grace.” He took her by the head and said: “I now bless you to live with Duna, serve her as Mother Abbess, do not break a single commandment of hers, do not do your will, but obey everything she tells you.” Dunya baptized all the alms and sang “From Thy holy icon,” and kontakion and magnification. Once they brought alms on Palm Sunday, cottage cheese for Easter, and brought it into the entryway; the cats opened it and ate it, and all four died at once: arsenic was mixed in it. And once, on the first day of Easter, the windows were broken, and Dunya lay covered in glass and blood and did not order to clean it up until she finished the rules. She finished the prayer, then gave it away, and the husband of one woman broke out the windows out of anger that she was going to Dunya. There was persecution and all sorts of annoyances against Dunya even before the revolution. One day the police officers arrived, wanted to watch over her, circled around her cell, but could not approach her and left. Opposite Dunya's cell lived Dunya's enemies. It used to be that the deacon would kill a dog and throw it into her yard, and this would be a great sorrow for her. She cried non-stop for a day after that. Soon he was transferred from Puzovo to another place. Other enemies showed up. They fired stones at the people standing near the cell, and the whole place subsequently burned down, and the grief for these people was unbearable. All temptations passed through Dunya. She called Maria Koshelevskaya to her, but she lived a bad life, Dunya saved her from fornication. Dunya used to be very strict with her. She has no patience, she will start scolding Dunya, she will scold her and fall, she asks for forgiveness and shouts: “God will not forgive me.” She struggled with passion all the time, but could not, so as not to satisfy it. She was known to everyone and was not shy; she talked about her life in front of everyone. Before Dunya, she starved the children. Her fall began with the fact that she left her husband for the priest, and then went after everyone. Dunya constantly tried to persuade her and called her all sorts of bad names, even in front of the people. Sometimes Maria said: “I’ll leave and hang myself in your yard,” then Dunya urged her to please and persuade her in every possible way. She puts Dunya to shame, thinks something shameful: the enemy will attack - nothing can stop her, and then she cries and begins to say: “You will die through me, Dunya, it’s better to let me into the world, I’ll leave and die alone.” But Dunya never let her in. She did not accept alms in thin dishes or in thin linen, and then she felt sorrow, she said: “It is the Lord who is angered.” She said that a sinful person is not worthy to accept alms from a righteous person and vice versa, she herself accepted it, but she taught it that way. She ate milk from the same people. Once Dasha’s milk was spilled, and she replaced it with another, thinking that Dunya wouldn’t recognize it, and as soon as Dunya drank, her throat started bleeding, and she said to her: “Why are you tempting me, why did you replace my milk?” Dunya never took anything from some of them under any circumstances. The hozhalki convinced her because they begged and cried a lot. Then she told them: “One novice urged the elder to take buckwheat, but the elder did not take it, but told the novice to take it and cook porridge from it. During the meal, the elder asked for this porridge, the novice went, but there was no porridge in the pot, and it was full of worms, then the elder said: “Never again convince me what to accept and what not to accept.” So don’t convince me.” One of the walkers (Natasha) took her honey and fell ill, lost her voice and not only could not sing, but also had difficulty speaking. Dunya says to her: “Open up, Natasha, you ate something from me secretly, I don’t believe that you caught a cold, you ate the infection.” Natasha confessed, asked for forgiveness - and then a voice appeared and she began to sing. One woman, Varvara, was selling wine (and Dunya scolded those who sell wine), and suddenly something happened to her child. She heard that they were scolding them in Puzovo, and said: “I’ll go and ask Dunyushka how I should deal with him.” She first went to Kotelma to Alekseyushka - this was also an old man. He said: “This child is being punished for his parents.” Varvara turned to Duna. Then Dunya exposed her that she was selling wine: “Don’t sell wine, then the child will be healthy.” She also exposed that she sews on holidays. This child's name was Anna. They didn’t let her eat for two days - she didn’t even ask, she just kept praying: “Most Holy Theotokos, save us!” This girl never sat down at the table without praying. One day she said: “Involve me and take me to Puza to Dunya.” As soon as they crossed over to Puzinsky land, Anna said: “Mom, mom, Dunya is meeting us.” And the mother says: “No.” And she says: “Here, here, mom.” When they entered Dunya’s cell, she asked her mother: “Mom, are there two of them, Dunya?” And Dunya asked: “Are you praying for me, Nyura?” She replied: “I pray.” Dunya gave her prosphora. And after that Varvara changed her life and began to go to Duna, and served her for eight years. Dunya told her: “Now you’ll endure it, then life will be good.” She also had a son, Mikhail, who loved Dunya very much. Once he sat down by the river and asked: “Lord, let me catch a fish with my hands, I would immediately take it to Duna.” And suddenly a big fish flashed by, he grabbed it, put it in a jar and brought it alive to Duna. Shortly before Dunya's death, his mother did not take him with her, and he kept crying because he did not look at Dunya for the last time. And then one day they were cleaning the house for Michaelmas, and Misha was sleeping on the bench. And he sees Dunya come in to him, she has golden crosses on her chest, and she’s dressed like a schema-nun, and she has a crown on her head, and she says to him: “Well, now you’ve seen me...” Glukhovsky Pyotr Pavlovich went to Dunya at night to sing stichera, and when they finished, he told Dunya that he was afraid to go, and Dunya answered him: “The angels will shine for you.” And as soon as he left, a ball of fire rolled in front of him, and he followed it all the way to the house. And one girl from Puzin, also after singing, Dunya convinced her to stay, but she asked; I still didn’t convince her. She went - and logs rolled under her feet with a whistle; noise, roar all around; then she came to Duna and cried. Dunya says: “Behold, you will fulfill obedience; It is bitter fruit when someone does not obey.” One day they were bringing her food, and the jug of milk broke. They came, they told Duna, and she replied: “It’s a demon, because you poured it without prayer.” Once women were walking from Babin with bread. They were caught, taken to the Council, they took away their bread and began to scold Dunya in the Council. At this time, Dunya started bleeding from her throat, and she said: “Somewhere they are cursing me.” When Dunya was killed, this man; who scolded her, something happened to the child. He can’t be taken to the hospital, he can’t be taken anywhere, he’s fighting as hard as he can. And his wife sees a dream: two vials hang over Dunina’s cell - one with oil, the other with holy water, and she hears a voice: “Go and take it, your son will be healed from this.” A short time later, Varvara, Polya’s sister, went to the Council for permission to grind at the mill and saw how this boy was suffering. And her mother asks: “Do you have any oil and water left after Dunya?” She replied: “Yes.” And when they anointed him, he calmed down, and all his ailments went away, they took him to Rogozhna to the hospital, and there, as soon as he took the medicine, the demonic possession began again, and when they anointed him with oil, he recovered, and they did not give him any more medicine. Dunya strictly forbade divorcing their wives. She also told the nuns to maintain their virginity, and if they fall, it is better to fall three times rather than get married. It is better to repent and serve God again. She also prohibited the sale of milk. And she said to give it, and the Lord will regenerate it twice as much in the paddock. She said this to everyone, not just her own people: at least give me a glass. She taught: “When you reap, read the Mother of God, and when you weave a belt, read the Our Father.” She very sternly ordered the worldly boundaries to be tightened: “It’s better to let what’s yours stay, but don’t touch someone else’s. Then you will spend a whole year giving other people’s alms, what you took from others, and not your own.” She didn’t order those who were selling to weigh them, but she ordered them to always let them go. But if you trade and don’t give a campaign, you squeeze yourself, then the Lord does not accept your alms, it goes for that person. If you rent a house from someone, you can’t take a lot, but you have to take as much as you can, otherwise you’ll be a thief. If you buy something cheap with deception; she also said: “Thief.” She strictly forbade keeping other people's property from herself; she did not accept alms from them. And then she will say: “These people come to test me,” and she did not let them in at all. The Khozhalki say: “These are good people, Dunya.” And she knows what she says: “I won’t let you in.” They persuade her: “He’s crying and begging, you’re letting in dissolute people, but this is a good person.” She will point out, “It’s none of your business.” She won’t let her in, and then it turns out that this person wanted to test her. And she didn’t let other strangers in; she would answer them: “I’m in the hospital.” And to others, he orders them to say: “She is sleeping with us, wait until two o’clock in the afternoon.” They don't wait and leave. And he will accept others and send them to benefactors to give them food and drink. One day, brother Fr. came to her on a horse with bells. Vissarion of Sarov - Pasha Diveevskaya sent him, but Dunya did not accept him: “Tell me that I’m in the hospital.” The next year he came to Pasha again, and Pasha said: “You go on foot and put on your bast shoes, then she will accept you.” Indeed, she accepted him. Then he really believed her and helped her a lot. One day Polya brought Dunya a scarf with prosphora, this scarf was given to her by Mother Abbess - it was big, good, and cost forty kopecks back then. Polya gave the prosphora in it and left, but her sister Varvara remained. Dunya stained her entire handkerchief with oil and said: “Give it to her.” That Field brought it and said: “Dunya didn’t tell you to wash it.” Polya began to cry, she felt sorry for her and thought: she was still perspicacious, blessed, and she ruined such a scarf worth forty kopecks, and even her mother’s gift. She regretted it and washed it, and with it several handkerchiefs. And where the whirlwind came from, it carried away all the scarves except Dunin’s. The next day she went to Dunya, and she said: “She’s perspicacious, but she ruined a scarf worth forty kopecks.” She did not tell anyone to see a doctor. Go to the monastery, accept the Holy Gifts and drink holy water. She told me to smear myself with oil and never went to the doctors myself. And she also did not order an operation to be performed because of obedience. She said, “Won’t God heal? God, what was before and what is now is the same.” She did not like musical notes and fast singing. She said: “What is in the books, read everything and sing, did the holy fathers write here to leave words?” Father Sophrony and Dunya did not allow men and girls to sing in the choir. He said: “Hay does not lie with fire, this worship is not accepted by God” (their singing). Somehow Dasha began to feel embarrassed about the bread, that there was a lot of it being accumulated and it was rotting, and she wanted to open up about it to Fr. Anatoly, who blessed her to live with Dunya. I picked up some friends to quietly escape to Sarov at night. She sat down and sat there, it was already morning, but she couldn’t walk, her legs were paralyzed. Dunya asks: “Wash Me,” she doesn’t move. She pushes her, but she doesn’t get up and doesn’t say anything, and then she said that her legs were paralyzed. Dunya says: “I thought something bad.” She confessed to her, and Dunya forgave her and said: “The Lord punished you for this,” and she was healed, as she was anointed with oil from the Monk Seraphim. Dunya did not give bread to the hozhals, she used to distribute it, and in the last year before her death she ordered it to be secretly removed from them upstairs, when forty, when thirty loaves were lifted up, and it came to three hundred loaves, and he lay unharmed all the time. Dasha climbed down there a month before her death, saw it, got scared and said that they would be shot for this, and since then it blossomed and became like dust. Such excitement arose in the pilgrims, and Dunya kept saying to Polya: “I didn’t know that we had bread there, don’t be embarrassed, you will all be in heaven, your virtues will not be lost, but she will be in hell.” Polya said: “Why did the elders bless me to die with you?” She replied: “Shut up, I will be in hell and you will be in hell.” Dunya had sugar and that was all, but she didn’t let the campers drink it with sugar. Sometimes she ate lemon, nuts or cucumbers and mushrooms to feel nauseous. Once a month, no more; She couldn’t crack the nuts herself, Dasha gnawed them for her. One day Dasha called upon her schema mother, and the women of the church began to reveal to her that they were embarrassed, that Dunya’s feats were wrong. Dunya foresaw this and ordered Polya to prepare pots of worms. Everyone entered the hut, and the schema-woman went out into the hallway, saw all these pots and began checking. Dunya again called her to her, but the hozhals did not explain to Dunya why the schema-montress was there and why she went out into the yard. Dunya told her: “Mother, they come to me to check everything, they will check all the bundles, the time will come - there will be nothing left, and I will get it for it. It’s not the bundles that will drag it down, but my blood, where everything lies, it’s all my blood. The smart ones will cry, but those who are not in God will rejoice. Let’s wash me, just don’t say anything to the other walkers.” After the rule, she sent Polya for water to wash her. Polya went and started pumping water, and soldiers with guns came up to her and began to pester her and laugh. She brought water and said that soldiers with guns were standing around her. Dunya began to cry, ordered the water to be poured out and postponed washing until another day. The next morning, Polya is walking with water, and a woman with a broom crossed her path, she told Duna about this, and she again told her to pour out the water. I left it until the third morning. The third morning she went to get water again, a man with a scythe was walking, she again ordered to pour out the water. The fourth time a man walked with an axe, on the fifth a woman came across with a scraper, on the sixth day there was a fire - the old woman burned, on the seventh - a dead man, on the eighth they carried a dead man towards him, on the ninth day she cried, scolded Polya and Dasha, said that they did not want to look after a sick person, and made them each give a hundred bows to Jesus and the Queen of Heaven. She also ordered that on an empty stomach, after the rule, the akathist to the Sign of the Queen of Heaven should be read. They disobeyed because a storm arose, thunder and lightning, and the tree split, and six of them went to cut the tree for firewood. Dunya sent Dasha: “Guess they’re not coming to sing the Intercessor,” but they all left without listening to her. Then she didn’t let them into the cell for two days, they beat on the doors, pounded, but she still didn’t let them in. “This,” he says, “the tree will not pass, it was not the tree that they cut down, but human life, it is regrettable to my soul, woe is disobedience.” On the tenth day, I didn’t have to go for water because of all this. Then she again began to scold them: “Add more prayers, you are not diligently asking the Lady.” On the eleventh day, Polya walked across the water, brought her safely to her cell, lit the stove, called Dasha to help put on the water, and Dasha filled up all the wood. Then Dunya began to cry like a little child: “What intrigues is the enemy bringing against me, if tomorrow you do not ask the Lady, then I will remain unwashed,” and she ordered to add more prayers. On the twelfth day they brought her safely and washed her hands and feet. Two days later they began to change her shirt, she sent all the people out, strangers into the street, and her own into the yard; Polya and Dasha remained. Dunya says: “Polya, give me the shirt,” she began to give it, and she said: “You put it on yourself first, otherwise I’m afraid that it will strangle me and won’t fit through the collar.” Polya replied: “I am not worthy, Dunyushka, for you to wear after me.” “Put it on for obedience.” She put it on. Then she said: “She’s free, you can.” Dunya put it on, and Polya gave her the shirt she had taken off. Two days later they wanted to put a sundress on her. She says: “You don’t put it on for me.” And Dasha says: “You yourself don’t want to.” She cried a lot and remained in a thin sundress, she never wanted to change her clothes, so they shot her in a thin sundress There were girls they knew in Glukhov, Ilya went to see them, and they considered him a visionary; they come to Dunya and talk about him. So-and-so prays and fasts all night (he was nineteen years old at that time), built himself a chapel on the Ilyinsky well and prays there all night. Then they asked Dunya: let him in, he is a God-loving man. Up to three times they came to ask to let Dunya in. He came twice, but she didn’t let him in. The third time she let me in. Fifteen years before Dunya’s death, he came to her and began to sing with her, his voice was good, he sang with tears, diligently. And during this time he lived well, sang and prayed and slept little. Then he saved up money and left for Athos and there he accepted the schema. He lived on Mount Athos for a year or two and brought from there almost a carload of shrines, many icons, a cross about Fr. Sophronius, who now stands on his grave. Having returned, he decided to go to Moscow and disappeared there for three years. With the money raised from the sale of the shrine, he started trading in a tavern and began selling fruit. Three years later he came to Puzovo again and began to live depravedly, got married and passed off his wife as his sister and his child as his adopted son, although he was very much like his father. Then he began to get addicted to things. He brought two cloth capes and a whole bundle of money and put it at Dunya’s feet, she shouts: “Take it away,” but he doesn’t take it, because he’s afraid that they won’t take it away from him. And he began to go to weddings, sing songs, and dance. Dunya will send for him to pull him out, but he beats the ambassadors. She gets drunk, comes up and starts shouting: “Witch,” and will call her all sorts of things. But when the people come, they are affectionate, sing, pray, and whatever they bring, they take away. When the morning rule is in progress, he will come and begin to imagine something to make the girls laugh and take Dunya away from prayer, and it is also impossible not to let him in, he threatened that he would report to the authorities, and Dunya humbled herself in every possible way before him, and the parishioners all believed that he was a saint, but only blessed. Dunya told people that she felt sorry for him and that he had a good life, and only with Polya she spoke about him as he was. When they asked her anything, she answered: “I don’t know anything, Ilyusha will tell you.” And he sometimes spoke the truth, and sometimes he lied. But he did not speak from God. But Dunya hid a lot from him: “Take it away quickly, otherwise Ilyusha will come and grab it with his hands and ruin everything.” When he was being recruited for military service, a man with an ax crossed the road, she said: “This ax will not pass.” They took him into the service, he came on leave, was overdue, suddenly they brought an icon of the Queen of Heaven Worthy from Diveyevo and began to sing, they sang, and Dunya led everyone to the cross in another cell where the churchgoers lived. Ilya and the sexton (old woman) were singing, a policeman came in and said: “You are all under arrest.” Then he began to ask Ilya why he was overdue, and he signed everyone up, and wanted to send all the hozhals home. Dunya sends Polya: “Go and see what’s going on there.” She went as if to get a bucket, and she herself went to listen. Ilya was taken to Glukhovo and put in a cold cell there. The policeman went to dinner and took Ilya with him; The policeman did not have salt for dinner, and he was sick of eating without salt. Ilya sees this and says: “Let me go, I’ll give you ten pounds of salt.” “Do you promise to come tomorrow at eight in the morning?” - "I promise". He let him in. He ran to Duna and began to cry, saying: “I’ll run away.” Dunya says: “You will run away, and then they will kill us.” He swore at her and everyone else. “Let me go,” he says. Dunya fell silent. And he began to torment her even more. Polya says: “Let him run away, Dunya, that he is torturing you, and let him leave Dashka, his wife, then she will be in demand.” He ran away. His wife was imprisoned, but his child was left behind. Then she said that she would bring her husband, went to him, and they all ran away and hid. A policeman came to Spas, all the girls were in the church, he knocks and asks: where is Ilya? They say: “We don’t have it.” He called witnesses. Dunya shouts: “Don’t let anyone in.” Dasha went out onto the porch in the hallway, and Polya stood at the gate and said: “We don’t have him.” While Dasha was talking to him, Polya prayed to the Intercession of the Most Holy Theotokos to cover them with Her honest omophorion, then she came up and spoke to him, and at that time Dasha prayed. “We don’t have it, if you climb over and find it with us, then shoot me first.” At this time, the men arrived and began to persuade: “Don’t disturb the sick man.” Then he threatened to send a statement to Ardatov and demand a detachment to look for deserters and impose taxes on rich men. The girls began to persuade Dunya: “Let’s let him in, otherwise he’ll demand a detachment.” She said: “I won’t let him in, but I’ll open the door for the squad.” They didn't try to convince her anymore. A detachment came to kill her. When the policeman arrived, Dunya said: “We have to endure, Polya, soaking the bread and cleaning it up.” The fields began to harvest the bread: which she soaked, which she buried in the ground, only ten loaves remained. Her sister came, and Dunya said to her: “What did you teach your sister, I was seduced by her, I thought she was smart and meek, but what she did was that she rotted so much bread.” And she sent her to look at the bread. The sister was very frightened when she saw so much rotten bread, and Dunya in the Field was wagging her finger and laughing. Then she saw off all the travelers, two or three women remained, and Polya’s sister was among them. We prayed and sang. They brought in oil and candles and head scarves and hand scarves, Dunya crossed everything and said: “Bring it to that house, they won’t come there” (there were about three hundred scarves in the bag). And she says: “So that everyone at my grave in identical scarves will stand and sing. Forty arshins of material for ten people for sweaters. Take care of this oil and candles and don’t burn them, I will need them.” Soldiers came to Dunya, they entered and began knocking on the side doors, and Polya was in the yard. Dunya said to Dasha: “Run, tell Polya to run through the gate after the men, as if to intercede.” Polya came out and ran after the people, to the believers; they arrived, and the soldiers had already entered. Two of them came first. They entered and began to read the paper, which of the residents lived here, all of them were copied as if in order to give them food, and Dunya immediately said that this was not for food, but to know who lived with her. The soldier asked: “Which Evdokia Shikova?” They showed: “Here, the patient.” - “Which Daria Timolina?” Dasha said: “I am.” - “Which Mary the Unknown?” - "It's me". - “Anna Ilyina Khozinskaya?” She was in the bathhouse. “Maria Koshelevskaya?” She left to see her sister off. “Where is Daria Siushinskaya?” “She’s not there,” Dasha said, “she’s a stranger,” and that’s what she was. “Where is Natalya Inyutinskaya?” - “She’s in her homeland.” The soldier rushed into the closet, while the other remained standing in the doorway. Polya came running at that time with Anna, the doors were open, and began to say: “Let me in, I live here, I didn’t know there was a recording.” He asked her name, she said it, and he said: “There is no such thing.” And Polya really wanted to say goodbye to Dunya. She asks, he doesn’t let her. She says: “Kill me with her, I won’t leave.” Some Kuznetsov came out of his cell, hit her five times and locked the door. She didn’t leave, she looked out the window. He sees that he found prosphora and oil, threw them in Duna’s face and began calling her nasty names. Then she began to ask him for forgiveness. As she mentioned “for the sake of Christ,” he began to scold the Savior in every way, and she did not ask for forgiveness anymore. Then he began to drag her by the hair and beat her with a whip, but did not touch the bedside in the cell. Then he took wax candles, twisted them ten at a time, lit them, and began throwing icons and looking for money. He threw all the icons away, then crawled into the closet, and there a rat grabbed his hand. He went berserk and began to beat Dunya, pulled her out of bed and here he found Ilyusha’s money, and when he found the money, he began to beat her even harder. They came at six o'clock in the evening and beat her in her cell until ten o'clock in the evening. Then they left. She asked: “Take me away from the cell.” And at that time they had a meeting in the house of the teacher, the son-in-law of the Puzin priest, Fr. Vasily Radugin. Kuznetsov announced to them that he had found it; there were soldiers and people raising their hands; this was called a field court. It was on Saturday at six o'clock in the evening, August 3, and in the afternoon at twelve o'clock brother Paulie came and said that soldiers would come today to kill them all, he heard. Polya told Dunya about this and said: “Come on, Dunya, I’ll light the cell, and we’ll carry you and the Queen of Heaven out and you’ll be healthy and safe.” But she didn’t want to and said: “Eh, Polya, is it really possible to burn such a shrine, so many people will use it.” At ten o'clock in the evening she was carried from her cell to the cell of the hozhals; they lived across a vacant lot. When they carried her through the yard, the soldiers stopped and asked: “Where did you take her?” – and they started beating her again. So she stayed here. They put her back on the bench. They beat her all night alternately, beat her with whips, and pulled her off, and trampled her underfoot, and on Sunday morning they beat her, and there were guards standing all around her, and no one was allowed to see her. On Sunday, after mass, they began to throw everything out of her cell. The soldiers threw the icons and trampled them underfoot, and the peasants began to take them to church. When they carried the Iveron Mother of God, there was a radiance from her. The soldiers took good things for themselves, and threw worse things to the people, and everyone here celebrated and carried them away. Ten soldiers climbed onto the roof and searched for money in the straw. And the people steal the thing, and again run as fast as they can to grab more. And Dunya hid the money earlier. She gave her money - six hundred rubles - to Polya, and she hid it under the floor of the Karasevs, and they found it there, like a magnet. And the money that my uncle raised from the sale of the farm was lying on the stove in a rag, and they were found. Dunya was beaten all the time when they were dragging her things - and so on until Monday morning. On Monday morning, some believers entered her through the back gate; the soldier was a good one and did not beat her at that time. Dunya asked: “I need to be initiated, call the priest.” Father Fr. Vasily Radugin was told he went, but he was not allowed. He asked them for a pass, the main ones, and they gave him one. He came to Duna, confessed and communed her and her companions two hours before his death. She says to him: “Father, can’t you try?” And he says: “They will kill you, Dunyushka, it’s impossible, they decided to kill you.” She says: “Father, tea, there should be a trial.” "They decided among themselves." Soon he left. The soldiers dressed up a cart, the Puzin men - to dig a grave. A man rode up on a horse and they began to get out. And their faces were so beautiful that it was impossible to look at them. They all came out with rosaries, the church was opposite, they prayed at it; and they began to beat them again. When Dunya was beaten, the walkers rushed to protect her, some on her legs, some on her body. Then they sat down on the cart and crossed themselves. Dunya is on Dasha’s lap, everyone sat down next to each other. As soon as the horse started moving, they began to cross themselves. And on the corner of the house stood an unbelieving man, Ivan Anisimov, and he saw that they had a white dove on their shoulders, and where they hit, he sat down there, and they hit the dove. He immediately believed and said: “Now I would give my last cow, if only they wouldn’t kill them.” Three men, Peter, Ivan and Makar, from those who constantly went to Duna, tried to stand up for her, but were beaten with whips. Dunya saw this and said: “Look how their sins fall away. Look, now Makar’s sins are flying away from him, like leaves from a broom in a bathhouse, as they beat him for me.” Pyotr Karasev later said that he did not feel any pain from the blows. “I would be happy if they beat me again for Dunyushka.” (On the night before Sunday, one woman stoned everyone who went to Dunya. And she sees four pillars of fire above Dunina’s cell: two fused, and two separate; this was at dawn.) They were brought to the grave. They put me on crosses. Dunya and Dasha were at one, Dasha was at the other, and Maria was also at the cross, and they all sat next to each other. Then they started shooting them. At first the Tatar wanted to shoot, but he gave up and said: “No, I won’t, I can’t raise my hands.” They began to force him, but he refused. They put another one in, and he started shooting. They fired two shots for fear, and on the third they shot Dunya first; how they killed her, it looked like a cup going up, who saw it like a prosphora - Tanya and many other people saw it. And one woman saw how at that time Dunya walked through the air over her cell and blessed this place with a cross and said: “It’s a pity that there is only one gold left here, well, let it remain. And then the woman shouted: “Dear Dunyushka, how can we live without you now?” Masha was not shot to death. She was pinned with a bayonet. Then they took off Dunya's stockings 7, but they didn't find Dunya's cross, because it wasn't on her neck, but pinned to her shirt. They wanted to throw them into the grave, but one man, Vasily Sednov, jumped into the grave and began to accept them. They buried them without coffins; they took off their walkers and skirts. Vasily covered their faces with handkerchiefs, and they began to pile them up, but the people were not allowed near the grave. Vasily said that Dunya had chains. They were shot on August 5/18, 1919. On this day, all believers felt the fragrance from the grave. Then the soldiers left and instructed to ensure that a priest did not come to the grave and perform the funeral service for them. After this, they began to see a burning candle on the grave, and above Dunya’s cell at twelve o’clock in the afternoon, shortly after the execution, the sun was playing ten fathoms from the ground. Right there, at her grave, in 1924, Pelageya Gavrilovskaya saw a vision, and before that, blessed Maria Ivanovna said: “Go to Duna’s grave more often, there the angels sing incessantly.” On the eve of Dunya’s memory, this woman came to Polya and asked if they would go to the funeral service with the deacon at the grave. Polya said: “Now we’ll get ready and go get the deacon.” A woman went somewhere on business and went straight to the grave and saw: a deacon standing in vestments, burning incense and serving. She thought that everyone had already arrived, she came closer - and the deacon disappeared, and there was no one at the grave; Then everyone and the deacon came up. Even during her lifetime, Dunya really wanted the Queen of Heaven to be brought to her cell in Orange. She cries and sends everyone: ask the hieromonk for the Queen of Heaven; but the hieromonk doesn’t give it at all. He didn’t give it to me. And then he sees a vision of the Queen of Heaven praying in the air above Dunina’s cell, and he heard a voice; ask her for forgiveness. He immediately sent a letter to Dunya and asked for forgiveness. The deacon of Puzin, his name is Jonah, who entered the Oran monastery with the blessing of Dunya, was embarrassed by her death and saw a vision that thousands of people, many bishops and clergy, were flowing to her grave, and they were all serving at her grave. One day Dunya sent Polya to Fr. John of Ardatovsky and ordered her to ask him for a white scarf with faceted edges. She came, and at that time the woman just brought him such a scarf. He covered himself with this scarf and sang Eternal Memory. “How good it is, righteous souls go to heaven. The flower has bloomed well, and soon the root will bloom,” he says. Three years after Dunina’s death, Polya visited Fr. John of Ardatovsky and got up at night to pray for Dunya, and he suddenly told her: “Go to bed.” She lay down for obedience and just closed her eyes - she was dreaming. She saw the priest Ivan Mikhailovich Vyezdnovsky; They brought a mantle, began to dress Dunya in a mantle on her bed and cut her hair. She says: “I’m glad for you, Dunya, that you are putting on angelic clothes.” Dunya stood up, went to the threshold, kissed her and said: “Christ is Risen.” She has a blue rosary, a silver cross, and said: “Don’t cry for me anymore, I stand in the midst of heavenly Jerusalem at the Throne of God.” Polya asked about the girls who were shot with her, she replied: “It’s good for them, but they’re not with me.” Polya asked about Dasha, she replied: “There will be a girl next to me too,” but she did not tell anyone about this, because she was still alive, and Polya said: “Pray, and say the Jesus Prayer in silence.” Father immediately approached Polya and said: “Tell me how you saw Dunya.” And she had never experienced such joy as then. Once during the morning rule, Dunya died for about three hours. Four days later, she said that she had a dream: “Whoever sings with me, everyone is standing with bouquets in their hands, and everyone has roses, some have white, some have pink and even blue, some have juniper, and everyone has branches who came to me; Anna has a book with golden letters (she was a good reader), and Polya and Dasha are standing next to me with dry twigs, they don’t pray.” So she humbled them. All the girls asked Dunya for something after her death, some of her things, and Polya asked for her bed. “I,” she said, “will make a case and put it there, and we will kiss it.” Ilyusha laughed: “You’ll show off mouse tails.” Dunya began to cry: “Don’t touch her, Ilyusha, let her calm me down. Tell me, tell me, Polya, how you will do it.” That’s probably why Dunya gave her sister a handful of crumbs from the bed and oil, candles and scarves. Once Polya came to Blessed Maria Ivanovna, and she said: “In my name the Belly will burn three times,” and clapped her hands three times. “There,” he says, “Dunya’s rags are burning, her blood is burning out.” On the third day there was a fire, Barmina burned, who robbed Dunino's property (and Puzovo burned three times in the fall). And she also said about the well: “There will be a well until the end of the age, all the springs will dry up, but this one will not, and everyone will drink from it.” And she scolded all the Puzinskys: “Traitors, why they betrayed Dunya, for this reason they will be punished by God”; and began to say that Dunya would come out with her relics, four bishops would carry her, there would be four coffins, and there would be thousands of people, and then everyone would cry, and the unbelievers would believe. And o. Sophrony said this: “You and I will not bother about the cell or the chapel, but we will worry about the church, and in its place there will be a church. You block off the place where her cell was with a spindle. Your cell will be in the church building, the door from the cell will be to the altar. We are not looking for these people, the Queen of Heaven Herself will send these people. There will be four relics here, and Dunya will be the relics. Four bishops will come, and there will be a people, and the sick will be healed. The people will believe in her, and all the bells will ring, and Dunya will become famous very far away.” Then Polya at Fr. Sophronia began to ask for blessings into the monastery: “I don’t bless you to work for the communists, someone needs to work for God.” Then a man and a woman, Puzin fire victims, arrived and said: “Father, we were burned.” And he told them: “It was only your rubbish that burned, but your body did not suffer, but how your lamp suffered from the three-day beating! If you had stood up for her, you would not have burned. All her rags in Puza will burn out, and her place will be sanctified after lawlessness” (the fire was extraordinary, everything was burning, even where there were no buildings, the water near her cell was boiling, and everything that was thrown into the water was burning). He said to this man and woman: “Dunya will come out with your relics, you will have such joy in Puza, there will be no such joy anywhere, you go to her grave, whoever among you will be sick.” Another time Polya came to Fr. Sophronia, and the priest began to say to her: “Do you see Dunyasha in your dream?” She says: “I only saw it twice.” And he says: “You will see her in reality. Were you close to her? - as if he doesn’t know. "Close." “Have you seen how sick her legs are? Blood flowed from them, but she walked and thanked God for that.” Polya says: “No, she didn’t go.” And from then on, her legs became paralyzed, and nuns from Diveevo and Ponetaevka followed her. Then Dunya healed her. She said: “Get up, the Queen of Heaven is healing you,” and took you by the legs. In the morning that day she still drank from a spoon, and in the evening she began to clean the samovar and washed the floors. And she lay there from the winter of St. Nicholas until her day of the Angel. “Go,” he says, “to Puza, celebrate the day of my Angel” (March 1). Dunya said: fasting is not fasting, and prayer is not prayer, and obedience is not obedience; If you are fasting, then do not eat soft rye bread, and do not eat your fill. If you don’t eat for a day, and the next day you cook good food for yourself, God will not accept such a fast. If you pray for people, so that people can see you, but you don’t have this in your soul, this is not prayer. And obedience, if you perform it in a way that is easy and suitable for you, is not obedience, but that obedience was accepted from the Lord, with which God will bless. She said: man seeks salvation, and salvation seeks man. They go to each other and will not find each other. She said: whoever takes pity on a sick person must bear the cross. If there is no sorrow during the feat and if only everyone pleases and honors you, your feat will not reach the Lord, but if the feat is for the sake of God, then there will certainly be sorrow; if the enemy is defeated, he will act through a person. She very much ordered that secret eating be guarded. She said this: from it the root of malice grows, a person is like swallowing a snake, for disobedience the Lord allows illness. Polya was once tempted by an apple and saved it; He thinks I’ll bring water, put the samovar on and eat, but Dunya already orders him to put it back. Polya cried and asked for it, but she didn’t give it. Add, he says, fasting and prayer, the Lord will send you everything in abundance, and you won’t be able to eat it. The more fasting and prayer, the more the Lord will send. When they brought her the icon of the Queen of Heaven, people flowed to her from different provinces. The girls began to cry: “God sends us so much alms, where should we put it, you still won’t give it to us.” And Dunya said: “Be angry, because of your anger the Lord will send even more, if it were not for the good, would the Queen of Heaven have sent me so much?” In the entryway it was like a warehouse: white bread, fish in boxes, honey, jam - and all this was open, and no one had touched it. And money was lying on the floor and people walked on it. Uncle Dunin, due to his old age, has not left the stove at all lately; he asks for a drink, and they say: it’s still early, but it’s already evening; They'll give him some bread - and that's fine. He had a vision of how the soldiers would drag everything in different directions. Dunya taught me to preserve my virginity. She said this to the monastery people. She did not order to show her body and did not bless everyone to go to the bathhouse, but to wash with cold water. She advised me to abstain from food, and did not allow me to give my hand, except to approach her for a blessing. She was forbidden to look at men, but to look down. She also did not allow people to walk around the cells. The monk will leave the cell, but he will not enter the cell like that. Monastery people need to honor their superiors. She punished me to go to service without permission, and did not allow me to go in uncleanness for up to six days. The one who cuts the hair of the monastics cried. During meals she did not allow anyone to speak a word, and she taught the monastery people to mark everything everywhere and always with the sign of the cross. And to dress, and to put on shoes, and to go to bed - to fence both windows and doors - this is both worldly and to protect cattle in the evening and in the morning. She did not allow monks to visit nunneries frequently and vice versa. She strictly forbade moving from monastery to monastery. Whatever cross God sent - be patient. They came to her in tears; no one left her unconsoled. Dunya also supported the monasteries financially. She especially loved the monastery people and the clergy. I, he says, consider them like angels. Daria Timolina. She began to live with Dunya after Nastya Puzinskaya. Dunya took this Nastya to her for her meekness, she had great love and jealousy for Dunya, and she promised never to offend or irritate Dunya, for which the difficulties of life and her own illnesses provided many reasons. Nastya was sick, and after living with Dunya for several years, she began to get sick even more. Nastya Dunya said: “Get out of the habit of eating a loaf, get used to the pieces.” She lived with Dunya for fifteen years; Daria began to walk with her and walked for three years, and after Nastya’s death, Fr. Anatoly blessed Daria to live with Dunya. Her parents didn’t let her in, they were unbelievers; Daria cried, asked to see Duna, but they forcibly wooed her. She ran away to Dunya, her relatives came, pulled her out of Dunya’s cell by the hair and beat her severely. This time they took her away - she came running again. Her relatives betrothed her a second time and forcibly took her home. For twenty years then she did not leave Dunina’s cell: neither to church, nor to her relatives (they received communion at home). She had no bodily temptations, only sleep tormented her greatly, she could not overcome it and kept crying and sending her to Fr. Ask Anatoly: “I’m dying, I’m still sleeping.” Father Anatoly said: “Sleep, this is such a feat, otherwise you will not be able to serve when you are sick.” Daria was a big faster, and she had no temptations, but she could even sleep standing up. She endured everything from Dunya. She scolds her, but she laughs. Her own sister came to Dunya, and she did not let them talk on the sly, but forced them to say everything openly, openly. Even in her feminine weakness, Dunya did not send her away, and she always washed herself after that in the yard, both in winter and in summer. And after that Dunya did not let her warm herself on the stove. Her spirit was constantly burning towards God. She was shot when she was forty years old. Daria Siushinskaya. She constantly prayed the Jesus Prayer. When I was still in the world, I went through the entire Psalter every day without rest, standing on my feet. She was very humble. She lived with Dunya for three years. Forty years old, shot. Maria. Dunina's walker Maria was previously married. She was sick for three years; her leg hurt. She was in the hospital. An old Russian woman lay next to her and called upon St. Nicholas the Wonderworker. And Maria was a Mordovian, she heard it and began to call like that herself. An old man appeared to her and healed her leg. And she promised to travel. I came home from the hospital to see my husband and forgot what I promised. Saint Nicholas the Wonderworker appeared to her again and said: “Have you forgotten your promise?” She began to ask her husband for a ticket to travel. He doesn’t let her: “You won’t come.” She says: "I'll come." He got it for her and gave it to her. And she went wandering. She came to Sarov, from Sarov she came to Likhachi to rest and began to go to Dunya. And the thought came to her - to go live with Dunya. The old man appeared and said: “Go and live with Dunya.” She lived until Easter and went to live with a woman. She says: “Have you left?” Maria: “I’m hungry, so I left.” Night came, he appeared to her again and said: “Why did you leave, go.” He repeated three times: “Go, and go, and go.” She got ready, went to Dunya and never left. Maria Dunya said: “You have a feat, but you have to endure it, you just lie down.” She served Duna for seven years. Mary was humble, like a child. Her leg hurt badly, and her entire heel had rotted away. She loved to eat sweets and stole sweets, and perhaps she suffered for this. Dunya will say to her: “Masha, why are you stealing and eating?” “That’s enough for us and the horses, Dunyushka,” she replies. “Cheer me up,” Dunya will say. And Masha said to her: “Begin, Dunyushka,” and she will be amused. One day she went to Sarov, quietly took money from Dunya, bought sweets and nuts, and all the way fed Varvara’s children, Anna and Misha, saying: “Eat, eat, we have Christ who is rich, he gives us every day.” They returned to Dunya, she asked the children: “What did Mashenka feed you?” - “Nuts, grains, sweets and white bread.” “Oh, Mordovian thief.” And Masha says: “I fed them badly to you, tea, you should have asked our Varvarushka; I pray to you, I pray, but everything is not enough for you.” “Masha, don’t steal anymore.” And she: “Christ will send, I will always steal, but you tell Him not to send. Who gave this to you? Christ gave it,” and will never say where she got it. Dunya will say: “You took what’s mine,” “How do you know what’s yours, I’m praying to God in vain.” When I cooked, there was a splash of oil. “Why are you there, Maria?” - “Tea, more hearty, people have eaten so many times, but we haven’t yet.” For God's sake, she left her husband, whom she loved, and did not reveal her name to anyone, because her husband loved her very much and was looking for her for a long time, and neither her family nor her husband knew where she was. In the last year, Maria had a pain in her leg and had difficulty moving, and Dunya did not give her bread: she stole well, now be patient. Dasha slowly gave, and Dunya foresaw and sent Polya to keep an eye on it. Maria came to her death an hour before and was calm, although she knew that they would be killed. Let us cite several cases that testify to the insight and gracious healing power of the prayers of the Venerable Martyr Eudokia, cases that can be cited without number, since to this day many people receive healing and gracious help at her grave. One pious widow had a son, he always wanted to become a monk, he asked Duna twice to receive a blessing to enter the monastery; She didn’t give him a blessing, she didn’t let him into the cell, and she told the women: “Let him not ask to go to the monastery, he won’t live there anyway.” And he answered: “Why am I walking with such faith, and then I’ll leave?” And it’s true that he had zeal from his youth. He became a monk and lived very well for three years, he was an exemplary monk, and then he left the monastery and became a communist in Nizhny Novgorod. At first the women were embarrassed, thinking: “Oh, the blessed one, she told a lie,” and only three years later did they find out that everything was true. From the village of Kuralovo, Aksinya was sick. I started going to Dunya. She gave her bread, and Aksinya became healthy, and before that no doctors helped. Her daughter-in-law Evdokia was also sick: her legs were paralyzed, she couldn’t walk at all for six months, and the doctors gave up on her. Her owner says: “Go to Puza, there are 8 fortunes from the tributary.” Aksinya asks her: “Shall we go to Puza, to see the sick Duna?” She agreed to go, but on the sly from her husband. They came to Dunya. Dunya says to her: “Have you come to the sorceress?” They say: “No, Dunyushka, we are coming to you.” Dunya says: “Sit on the chair.” And she gave her two cups of tea to drink, and said: “According to your faith it will be given to you.” They brought the sick woman under her arms - she came out of her cell healthy, received healing and was no longer sick. The village of Veryakushi, the woman’s name was Paraskeva. She had an internal illness; She couldn’t eat rye bread. She ate some white bread and was very sick. She came to Dunya, Dunya asked about the disease. Then she gave her rye cracker from her bed, Praskovya said: “Dunya, I can’t eat rye cracker.” Dunya replied: “I am sick myself, but I eat rye crackers.” She ate - and became healthy, and began to consume all kinds of food. She was her father's only daughter, and he was very stingy. After the healing, he bought a cell for Dunya’s pilgrims and began to give alms to everyone. Two girls from the village of Veryakushi, Natalia and Maria, came to Dunya and said: “We won’t bake prosphora anymore, they don’t give us flour, we only have it in a tub. Where will we get it? And Dunya says: “You will not have any loss, do mercy and serve God.” And the flour in their tub did not decrease. And the enemy began to tempt them: as soon as they reach Dunin, their legs will be taken away, as if they were crushing them with an ax. And one day they did not understand this temptation and returned home. When we returned home, we became healthy. We gathered again for the holiday. When they reached this place, the same thing happened to them again, but still they came to Duna. And they began to tell Duna. Dunya replied: “It’s the enemy who induces illness, he doesn’t like you visiting the sick.” One woman came to Dunya. Dunya ordered to let her in. When she entered the cell, Dunya began to tell her: “You don’t have a cross.” And she says: “Yes.” Dunya tells her that there is no, but she again says: “Yes.” Dunya began to cry and said that there was no cross. Then the woman began to cry and admitted that it was true, no, and began to ask Dunya for forgiveness. Dunya ordered the pilgrims to give her a cross. One day a man, Nikolai, came in the evening and brought her bread and stood while the stichera were sung. Dunya told the pilgrims to take the bread. Then after the stichera she ordered to give it back: “You need it.” He humbly took it and went home. He meets a woman in the middle of the night. He asked: “Why are you walking around in the middle of the night?” She said: “My son came from the soldiers, he was sick, he ran through ten houses and couldn’t find bread anywhere.” He gave her this bread. This year was the hungriest year, and the woman was very poor. Sister Elena had an illness: she could not eat anything except millet, and she had an aversion to millet. Dunya gave Elena bread and said: “Give it to your sister so that she can eat and not be disdainful.” Elena gave her sister the bread, she ate it and recovered. Mother Elenina came to Dunya and said: “Dunya, Elena is leaving for Siberia.” Dunya tells her: “She won’t go, she’ll break her leg.” And so it happened. A husband and wife came to pray to Duna. When they were praying, in the midst of singing, Dunya said: “Wait until you sing, Nikifor and Martha will go home.” They say: “Dunya, we will sing until the end.” Dunya says: “No, you need to go home.” They went home, came, and their calf got caught in the hitch with its head and almost hanged itself. Another five minutes and I'd be dead. Three women came to Duna from Kremenki. Dunya told the walkers: “I won’t let them in, I’m hot, tell them to go home quickly, I’m hot.” They left Puzovo - Kremenki caught fire. One girl, Paraskeva, had a good voice. She went to Dunya for a rule. And he says: “Dunya, I won’t come today.” Dunya says: “If you don’t come, then the Queen of Heaven will punish you, your voice will disappear.” She didn’t listen, and the next morning she became hoarse. In the morning she came to Dunya and said: “Dunya, forgive me, I’m completely hoarse.” Dunya gave her a cracker from her bed. Praskovya ate the cracker and began singing stichera that same evening. Returning from church, she always stopped by Duna. Once on a holiday, Dunya did not let her eat for a long time. The hozhalki brought a cheesecake out to her in the hallway, and she ate it furtively. When she entered the cell, Dunya said: “Praskovya, you sneakily ate the cheesecake, now I’ll leave you to spend the night, put you on the floor, and if you want to drink, drink in the tub.” A widow named Anna came to Dunina’s grave. She had sore eyes. She fell on the grave - and immediately her eyes were healed. Many people witnessed this healing. Two girls came from the village of Khozina. Dunya denounced them, saying: “Dasha, tell me, how does a friend love a girlfriend?” One day a guy came, she denounced him: “Why do you eat milk from your mother on the sly?” He refused: “I don’t eat.” She says: “And in the cellar?” He smiled and said: “Who told you?” - “And there’s a jar hanging in front of you.” “I only did it once and I forgot.” Five women and one girl were walking from the village of Khozina, carrying eggs. The girl said: “Let’s take an egg for your troubles, and I’ll take two for myself for what I carry.” We came to Duna. Dunya says to the walker: “Give them an egg, Anna two, Anna carried one.” One soldier and a woman came to Dunya. Dunya did not let him in for a long time, saying: “He is not coming with a good thought.” The woman persuaded him to let me in. As soon as he entered the cell, Dunya began to tell him: “Get everything bad out of your head. Your wife is very smart and meek, she is being reviled in vain. But my mother and sister sold the cow, but they are talking about it.” His heart was filled with remorse, he began to cry and said: “And I went to kill her.” Dunya ordered him to drink tea and feed him and blessed him to go to St. Seraphim in Sarov and serve a prayer service. In 1967, Anna Silaeva from the village of Babina fell ill with bladder disease. I was sick for eight months. She was treated with medications and went to healers, but nothing helped. Then she took some earth from Dunya’s grave, put it in water, drank this water - and the disease passed. In 1983, Natalia O. came to Dunechka’s grave together with singers from the village of Babina. They sang a memorial service and asked for Dunechka’s prayers. Natalia had been suffering from knee pain in her right leg for several months. And when they walked from Babin to Puzovo (about seven kilometers), she especially felt unwell. Never before had she had to make a request for healing at the graves of the righteous of God, and she was timid, not knowing how to do it. And then she knelt at the edge of the grave and asked Dunechka to heal her leg. Then they read the akathist to the Iveron Mother of God and got ready to head back. Halfway there, she felt that she was walking easily, not limping, and her leg didn’t hurt. In common parlance the village was called Puzo. That's what the cell attendants called Polya. Golik is a worn out broom. Sarov ascetic, in schema Vasily. This means reading the prayer “Virgin Mother of God, rejoice...” 150 times. The daughter of the woman who did this subsequently fell ill and could not wear any clothes; they covered it with a piece of roofing felt and lay there like that. The popular name for a disease that arose as a result of hex or witchcraft.