Fr. Maxim will be remembered not as someone who condemned, criticized, or lectured, but as someone who showed love and compassion and offered a helping hand to women who found themselves in a difficult situation.
We enjoy each other’s company, we always have topics for conversation, and we don’t communicate only about raising children and domestic things. There must be friendship at the first stage of communication.
The new priest charmed the parishioners from the very first—on the one hand with his modesty and humility, and on the other with his ardent faith and spiritual dedication to serving Christ and us, his flock.
One step, then another, and it seemed harmless, my feet still felt the bottom. Suddenly, there was nothing under my feet! I was able only several times to push myself up from the bottom to get a breath of air—several seconds of fruitless struggle and then emptiness and darkness.
When the baby was two months old, she had convulsions, and she stopped breathing. I tried CPR, but nothing helped. I pressed my baby to myself and suddenly remembered grandma’s icon. Tears fell onto the icon. Stammering and shaking, I asked the Theotokos to save and take pity upon my daughter.
While in the coma, it was as if I saw the faithful in the church, watching and hearing how they were praying. Suddenly a large black cloud started rushing towards me. I was scared, and I shouted: “Most Holy Theotokos, help!”