“I firmly believe that familiarity with Prokudin-Gorsky’s photographs (not just a superficial glance) would be a great help to all who want to get to know Russia at least a little better and more sincerely—better than television, blogs, and newspapers. Bear in mind that nostalgia for the “good old days” should motivate us to work for the good of Russia and pray for it instead of plunging us into deep despondency.”
1988 was a turning point in the societal perception of the Russian Orthodox Church and its role in the history of Russia. The celebrations dedicated to the 1,000th anniversary of the Baptism of Rus’ became a real triumph for the Russian Orthodox Church, which the faithful themselves could not have imagined.
The way concentration camp prisoners died was horrific. Some died of famine, backbreaking labor, and epidemics. Some were executed by shooting, but the majority of them were killed with cold steel: The Ustase would cut their throats with special knives (“Serb-cutters”), fracture their skulls with hammers, cut off their hands, legs, fingers, ears, lips, put out their eyes, hack off women’s breasts.
On September 17, 1918, a three-man presidium of the Department for Combating Counter-Revolution sentenced Archpriest Neophyte to death. The 72-year-old priest was shot and buried beyond the fence of the Kalitnikovskoe Cemetery on the same day.
But for the indifference to the tsar in the hearts of our ancestors 100 years ago, the Royal Family would not have been martyred. But for the indifference to the holy emperor in the hearts of our contemporaries today, the poisonous movie “Mathilde” would not have been released.
On that date a hundred years ago, the last tsar of Russia, Nicholas II, his wife the tsarina Alexandra, their five children and four retainers, were ushered into a basement in the city of Yekaterinburg in the early hours of the morning, for an execution that would mark a turning point in history.
The author recalled the famine of 1839-1841, when no peasants from the neighboring village that belonged to another landowner went hungry. “Almost all the local lords of manors preferred to suffer privations and felt it their duty to provide for their own peasants."
The horrifying whirlwind of change blew her family from Harbin, China, to Tianjin, then Hong Kong, then further: to Brazil and finally California. In several nations, three continents, and everywhere was the bitter bread of exile, foreign languages and traditions, alien religions.
Fr. Avraamy saw the generation of the Kiev Caves elders who had been called to monastic life before the Revolution and who preserved the living tradition of spiritual continuity from ancient times. He absorbed their spirit, their zeal for God, their strength of faith, simplicity and Christian love.