No matter how she hid herself, God glorified her all the more. The venerable one had left, you could say, for the edge of the earth in order to hide herself from human glory, but there a monastery formed around her.
Now I am sixty-four, and in difficult moments that happen to everybody these images, these memories from the Holy Mountain are a good inheritance for me, a refuge where I enter and gain strength, courage, consolation and support from God to continue my struggle.
So that I wouldn’t be late, I came to the Kiev train station with time to spare. I looked at the timetable, but the Kharkov train was not on it. I went out to the platform, but I didn’t see a train standing. A vague anguish stole upon me—did I mixed something up?
The Troparion begins with a lofty appeal of the Holy Hierarch Hermogenes that later came to be used in subsequent prayers to the Most Holy Mother of God. “Intercessor” means protectress, or patroness.