Sunday, August 29, 2010

17th-Century Icon hidden during Communist persecutions found and restored to its place over the Spassky Tower Gates

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Today I went to see this with some of my friends from the “Moo-Moo Cafe” crowd, who told me about it.  You can’t get too close to it right now, but in September there will be a big Spassky Tower celebration and after that we’ll be able to get close and take better pictures.  (Click on the picture to see a full-size view of the icon.)

The icon, from the 17th century, was plastered over during the atheist yoke in order to hide and save it, and now it has been found and restored to its former position over the Spassky (Saviour) Tower gates.  Слава Богу!

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Yesterday on the Feast of the Dormition of the Mother of God His Holiness Patriarch Kirill blessed the icon in a solemn ceremony, in spite of a downpour of rain.  It has rained here literally every day since the heat-wave broke on Transfiguration—God’s blessing to put out the horrible fires.

P1030457   The Spassky Tower is right on Krasnaya Ploschad’ (Beautiful/Red Square), next to St. Basil’s Cathedral.

 

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St. Basil’s (or the Cathedral of the Holy Protection of the Mother of God, “on the Moat,” is much more beautiful “in person” than in photographs: in order to take a photo of the whole cathedral, the cathedral has to appear very small, but in real life the human eye can see the whole, huge, majestic structure towering above…  (Click on the picture to get a better feeling of size….)

P1030443 On the way there, as we were walking down Ilyinka Street "(Prophet Iliya Street—there is an icon of Prophet Iliya right on the wall of a courthouse as you pass by) I saw a very large flower bed formed in the shape of a cross.  My acquaintances told me that it commemorates a church, destroyed in the ‘30’s, that had stood on that spot. 

Glory to God for His mercy!

 

 

 

http://www.rian.ru/religion/20100828/269829454.html

Bad English machine translation:

http://tinyurl.com/Spassky-Tower-Icon-restored

Saturday, March 13, 2010

A beautiful custom at Confession

They have a beautiful custom here in Russia (perhaps they have it in some parishes in the US?): After you have confessed your sins and the priest has read the Prayer of Absolution, you hand the piece of paper on which your sins were written to the priest, and he tears the paper up and hands it back to you.

The first time I saw this--at Sretensky Monastery (Monastery of the Meeting) I was quite amazed.  I thought it was maybe a custom of just that priest or just that monastery.  Then, last night, at St. Nicholas Church on Maroseika Street, when I finally got near the front of the confession line about 45 minutes after Vigil was over, after standing in line the whole vigil (!), I saw the lady in front of me who was confessing hand her scrap of paper to one of the priests, who tore it up and gave it back to her.  "So they do it here, too," I thought.  When my turn came and I had finished confessing, I shoved my notes back in my pocket out of habit, then remembered what the lady had done and quickly decided to take them back out and do the same.  The priest took my paper likewise, tore it up, and gave it back to me and blessed me—“Mir Vam!”  “Peace be unto you!”  I looked at the torn shreds in my hand... what a powerful feeling!  Yes, a feeling of great peace…  I remembered hearing the expression somewhere in the services:

Akathist Hymn to the Mother of God, Kontakion 12: When the Absolver of all mankind desired to blot out ancient debts, of His Own will He came to dwell among those who had fallen from His Grace; and having torn up the handwriting of their sins, He heareth this from all: Alleluia!

From the Molieben: O God, the Lord of hosts, and Author of all creation, who in Thine ineffable tender mercy hast sent down Thine Only-begotten Son, Our Lord Jesus Christ, for the salvation of our kind, and through His Holy Cross hast torn up the handwriting of our sins and thereby triumphed over the princes and dominions of darkness: do Thou, O Master, who lovest mankind, accept these prayers of thanksgiving and supplication even from us sinners, and deliver us from every deadly and dark transgression and from all the visible and invisible enemies that seek to do us harm. Nail our flesh with the fear of Thee, and let not our hearts incline to evil words or thoughts, but wound our souls with Thy love, that ever gazing upon Thee, guided by Thy light and beholding Thee, the eternal Light that no man can approach, we may send up unceasing praises and thanks unto Thee, the Father without beginning, together with Thine Only-begotten Son and Thy most holy, good, and life-giving Spirit, now, and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

(Exact quotes with the help of a search engine, not my memory ;)

Sunday of Orthodoxy, March 2009

Testing 123

This is a test for Blogger

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This is a family of folk-singers.

 

 

 

This is great!

Another picture:

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Tuesday, December 15, 2009

To the Russian Disney-World of Markets—Vernissage 7 Dec., 2008

P1010178  Fairy-tale palaces, castles, even churches…. is it Disney-World?

 

 

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No—it’s “Vernissage”—an amazing  outdoor market in Moscow.  Here you can find just about anything, from fur coats to icons to antiques….

P1010181 And of course, the ubiquitous souvenirs: matryoshka dolls, fur hats, icons painted on eggs….

 

 

(Above: Colorful ladies collecting a 10-rouble entrance fee to the market)

It’s getting near Christmas (Orthodox, of course) and I have to find some presents.  Also, have to get some warm gloves, since I lose a pair every year some time in early spring…. so off to Vernissage I go….

IMAGE_383 After having been a balmy 45 degrees Fahrenheit out for a couple of weeks or so, the weather finally decided to become more seasonably Russian, and today it was only 23 degrees out.

(Yes, these people are eating outdoors in 23-degree weather—Russians love the outdoors!)

P1010183  I was dressed warmly enough with my heavy woolen coat with fur collar, and my goat-fur-lined gloves, but after only about a half an hour outside my feet suddenly felt in danger of frostbite: I had worn my waterproof but not very warm rain boots instead of my sheepskin-lined snow boots....

What to do?!  Here I might lose my toes, while the hawkers in their stalls were standing there all day like it was nothing.  What was their secret?  Aside from the sheepskin boots, I decided it must be anti-freeze--Russian anti-freeze, that is: vodka.  But where to get some here?  Providentially, a man came along with a cart just then, peddling hot food and hot drinks.  I looked at the drinks section--it looked just like the cart they bring down the aisle in airplanes.  Amidst the coffee, tea, and juice, I thought I saw the tops of little bottles.  I asked the man if he had any vodka.  "Of course," he replied, smiling a great big smile adorned with the traditional Russian gold teeth. "Vodka or cognac?"  Hmmmm....  I remembered that I got sick on cognac once, so I ordered vodka.   "How much would you like--100 grams? -- 50 roubles," he added.  I told him I couldn't think in grams... He started pouring vodka into a plastic glass and when he reached the contents of a shot glass (or less) I said "khvatit."  "20 roubles," he announced.  Happy that I got my quota for less than 50 roubles, I downed the vodka in a flash, and then began running down the long outdoor "aisles" to get my blood circulating.

Within about 10 minutes I could feel the magic start

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to work: my feet began to feel warm again and the rest of me felt fine, too--slava Bogu!  Was I relieved!

Right after the man with the vodka and hot food, I saw a tiny little old lady painstakingly shuffling along.  She had no gloves and walked with one hand held out cupped, as if she were begging.  I marvelled at how she could go without gloves in this cold, and as she looked up I saw that there was absolutely no eye in one of her eye sockets--just skin and a hollow hole.  These are the Lazaruses you will never see in warm, cozy America.....

Saturday, March 29, 2008

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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

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Hello, all!

After much frustration and little time, I've found a couple of easier ways to edit and post.
Live Spaces is the easiest, and probably of choice, though I don't care for the layout as well.
http://dimitrad.spaces.live.com/

Multiply is the other, looks a little better, but doesn't behave when I try to lay the page out with pictures, which was the whole problem with Blogger.
http://dimitrad.multiply.com/

For the moment, I'm still comparing them, but will eventually choose between the two.
Come and see--I'm really still alive and (when I'm not working) doing things here!

Yours,
Dimitra

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Christ the Saviour, Part III

Help! I'd better finish the Christmas entry before Great Lent starts! ;)
More pictures of Christ the Saviour Cathedral. Click to enlarge:






In the background you can see the elaborate "cave" made of evergreens and flowers surrounding the (very large) icon of the Nativity. I tried without success to get a good picture of it--people, of course, kept venerating it and walking past it as I was trying to get a shot of it.








Emmanuel--the Divine Christ Child, God With Us.

















Here is an excerpt from the web site of Christ the Saviour, about the original church:

"The best architects, builders and artists of the time fulfilled K. Ton's designs. V. Surikov, baron T. Neff, N Koshelev, G. Semiradsky, I. Kramskoy, V.P. Vereshchagin, P. Pleshanov, and v. Markov (all members of the Russian Academy of Arts) took twelve and a half years to create the unique frescoes. Baron P. Klodt, N Ramazanov, and A. Loganovsky created the exterior sculptures. Count F. Tolstoy designed the Royal Doors using the newest galvanoplastic techniques.The sculptures and frescoes in the Cathedral were unified by several themes: the mercy of the Lord vouchsafed to the Russian people through the intercession of saints during the past nine centuries, and the ways and means chosen by God for the salvation of mankind from the creation, to the fall and the redemption through our Lord and Savior. Therefore, holy protectors and intercessors for the Russian land, as well as those leaders, who worked to affirm and spread Christianity and those princes that laid their life down for the freedom and integrity of the Russian land are pictured throughout the Cathedral."

Visit the excellent Christ the Saviour website for a more complete history of the church:

I think this is the Nativity of the Mother of God...



































The Nativity scene high above the altar. It was strikingly beautiful and had an amazing 3-D quality to it. You felt like you were right in there in the cave on the night of the Nativity... I couldn't stop looking at this...




The Ascension.


Pentecost.

























Prophet King David and other Prophets.









I managed to get a shot of His Holiness, Patriarch Alexii II...














...together with his Heavenly Protector, St. Alexii, Metropolitan of Moscow.

Here is the life of St. Alexii (Alexis) of Moscow:


Patriarch Alexii is amazing for serving almost every single day at his age. He is well-respected by his Orthodox Christian flock here.







Be sure to click on this to see the details.
This may be the choir-loft--I'm not sure which "corner" it was in. They were so high you couldn't see the choir at all!
And with this I'm going to say good night....

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Christmas Day at Christ the Saviour Cathedral Part II

(If you haven't read Part One yet, please select that from the "archive" links now....)

Inside, the Cathedral is just simply--beautiful! Pictures can't do it justice, because of its grand scale--only a fish-eye lens could get in what your eyes see at once, and then it would look distorted.


Anyway, the cathedral was reconstructed completely from scratch, and -- unlike most other churches -- exactly as it was before it was destroyed. That means the icons are a cross between "real" and "traditional iconographic" styles. They are not gushy Romantic, but are stylized in a dignified way.


The centerpiece of the church is, of course, the Altar. In this case it is a magnificent round structure-round in the middle, at least, then with the straight walls on either side. The picture here is only the very top of it (see below for the bottom). This round style, where the deacons' doors are actually on the sides at an angle from the Royal Doors, is quite common here. I guess it saves space, so you can get as many icons in in a small space as you would if they were all in a straight line. Important, because so many churches have three altars, that each one actually ends up being quite small. Click on the pictures to enlarge them.


Here is the bottom part, looking from the left-hand side. You can see the Royal Doors, but cannot see into the Altar, which is to the left. The grey part on the right is actually on the other side of the church. Notice the row of clergy--and that is not all: an equal number stretched out further to the left! I think this event is something that everyone goes to.






Here is one of the large niches to either side of the main altar, with a Nativity scene. They look and are meant to look quite 3-D--you feel as if you are stepping into the Holy Land, back into time....

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Friday, February 8, 2008

Christmas Day at Christ the Saviour Cathedral

December 25, 2007/January 7, 2008

Well, here I am again…I apologize for the long delay--was looking for something to help me create a blog entry faster, but so far to no avail.

So… back to Christmas Day... At about 2:30 my iconographer friend from St. Nicholas Church on Maroseika Street called and said, "The Patriarch is serving Nativity Vespers today at 4 PM—if you leave now you'll have just about enough time to get there by Metro." Talk about having to make quick decisions! I sort of wanted to stay home, but I hadn't seen Christ the Saviour Cathedral yet, and of course, it would be rather neat to see the Patriarch again (maybe a better view this time?), so I decided to go. I just about literally threw on my clothes, ran out the door, down the elevator, and down the street to catch a bus to the nearest Metro station.

When I emerged from the Metro station on the other end, there it was: unbelievably large and imposing. (Those are people at the bottom of the picture, and they are actually quite a long way from the church.) I looked at my watch: I had made pretty good time—it was only 4:20. So, I started to walk towards the cathedral. You couldn't just go straight up the main path; they had it blocked off so that you had to queue up in a round-about sort of way. I started walking through the narrow way formed by barriers and hadn't gotten too far when, to my surprise, an officer appeared who stopped me. "Wait here," he said. Pretty soon, several other people had come along and joined me. After about 10 minutes, there was a crowd of 50 people or so, pushing and crowding. No one asked "why" we were waiting (except me), nor was there an answer to the question. In the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd was a short, little woman all of about 4'10" or so, who couldn't even see over anyone's shoulders. I felt sorry for her, but she was very chipper and friendly. "You would think," I thought to myself, "that they would at least let people in one by one: one comes out of the church, one goes in. But no, we waited in a growing crowd just like cars held up at a Big Dig construction site. ("Big Dig": a hole in the ground in Boston into which tons of money was poured...)

After about half an hour in the 25-degree weather, the crowd was getting really antsy. They began saying things to the guards, who replied politely but still wouldn't let us through. I was afraid I'd miss the whole service… Finally, the guards said something, and the crowd, like a great tsunami wave, pushed past the barriers, past the guards, and down the path towards the Cathedral. I couldn't tell whether the guards had let us through or had simply not fought us when the crowd pushed through. But finally, there I was, on my way in.

Almost. First, in the middle of the square in front of the Cathedral you had to walk through an airport-type metal detector and put your purse, keys and stuff in a little bin. Considering that the Patriarch and lots of other high-level people come here, I guess it isn't an unreasonable thing as far as security goes.

When I got by this barrier, there before me on the path/square in front of the cathedral was an enormous Christmas tree—a kind of cross between the Nutcracker Suite and Las Vegas. I started to hurry by it when I realized I had dropped one of my gloves. I turned around and looked on the ground, but it wasn't there. It had to be by the guards at the metal detector. The last thing I wanted to do was get anywhere near guards again for another half-hour wait, but I got up my courage and asked in my best Russian if they had seen a glove like my other one, which I held up. One of them looked, found it, and politely gave it to me. Whew, I thought, and ran up the Cathedral steps.











Tremendous bas-relief sculptures by the doors stared majestically down, -- it definitely makes an impression on you... (The photo on the left is not mine, but from the Саthedral web site.)
(Правый угол Храма. Многофигурная композиция "Давид в собрании вельмож передает Соломону чертежи Храма". Автор воссоздания Ю.В. Александров.)

I successfully merged with the crowd and passed through the right-hand arched door. I was in--and what a sight!

To be continued...

Friday, January 11, 2008

Holy Nativity

CHRIST IS BORN! GLORIFY HIM!

Greeting all of you, my dear family and friends, with the Nativity of our Lord and God and Saviour, Jesus Christ, and sending you my heartfelt love, with wishes for a peaceful and prosperous upcoming New Year, and for all God's blessings for you!

I missed you on Christmas and do miss you--and you can be sure that I am thinking of you--my family, and everyone at Holy Epiphany! I am there in spirit!



(Here is a view of my little crèche I brought over. The Wise Man and camel on the left are very old, from when I was a young girl.)


A view of the inside of St. Nicholas v Klyonnikakh on Maroseika Street, Midnight Liturgy, Holy Nativity. The church is decorated with whole Christmas trees--one on each side and more around the back. As you can see, in this parish virtually all the women cover their heads...













… even the "Little women." This miniature Babushka reminds me so much of Sasha when she was little!


















This is one of the many "Elki" (Christmas trees) that decorated the church. It is in front of the fresco of St. John the Russian. You can see that the Russian "Christmas trees" are a little different from ours…. (i.e. thinner!)

Unfortunately, I couldn't get any more pictures this time because the lady who was standing next to me stopped me as I was about to take a really good shot of the church, "It's not allowed to take photographs here!" One never knows whether it really isn't allowed, or whether someone is just being a little too zealous. Earlier, one of the iconographers of the parish gave me a tour and urged me to take lots and lots of pictures of this very same church! Granted, not during a service… But this is Russia, the land of absolutely irrational and inexplicable contradictions. (The kind of contradictions, in fact, that cause Russians to take "no" with a certain contradictory grain of salt sometimes…. -- but not always! ;)




After Liturgy, there was a rare common trapeza, around 2:00 in the morning. The Metro (subway) closes down around 1 AM, so it was lucky that I got a ride home from someone who had a car. Those who went to midnight Liturgy and couldn't catch a ride home were stranded at the church--waiting the whole night until the Metro opened first thing in the morning. Some kind of Orthodox film was being shown in the church house next door… some went to that, others talked with their friends, and yet others--a whole row of little old ladies--were snoozing on the back bench of the side chapel!

And the most amazing thing about this is that there was also a Liturgy at 9:00 in the morning (different priest and altar), so no one had to be stranded!

My iconographer friend had been mentioning something about some service at 4 PM on Christmas Day, but she couldn't get back to me right away to explain what it was. Stay tuned for the next entry…

Целую Вас всех!






Sunday, November 11, 2007

A Visit to St. Mitrophan's and NM Grand-Duchess Elizabeth

(with new section added to the end of this article)
Today I visited the third church Matushka Irina had written down for me--the Church of St. Mitrophan of Voronezh. Here is his icon, near the top of the church, facing the main street.
Can you tell that the whole top half of the church had been destroyed by the Bolsheviks, and was rebuilt in the 1990's?

This one was the most like Holy Epiphany so far, in that it has only one altar and so the shape of the church inside is cross-shaped, and larger than some with 3 altars. The altar area was newly-done in mosaics, and the ceilings and walls were all newly frescoed like a Greek monastery (also similar to Holy Epiphany's frescoes).

This is the church's last priest before the Revolution, the Holy New Hieromartyr Vladimir Medvediuk. When he was ordained a priest and sent to this church in the 20's, he zealously guided his flock against the rampant revolutionary spirit, Renovationism, and atheism that existed. The Renovationists, who supported the Bolshevik regime, were forcefully seizing churches right and left. They tried to take Fr. Vladimir's church by waiting until he had left the church. In those days--as now once again in Russia--churches were open all day, every day. But Fr. Vladimir would not give them the chance: when he left for the day, he locked the church and took the keys home with him.

Failing this way, the Renovationists then invited him to their bishop. Fr. Vladimir went.

"Hand over the keys!" cried the bishop.

"I won't give them, Vladyka, I won't give them! answered Fr. Vladimir.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you like a dog!"

"Kill me," answered the priest. "You and I will stand before the Throne of God together"

"Oh, look what a fellow we have here," said the bishop, but he didn't insist further. And the Renovationists didn't succeed in seizing the church.

In 1925 the authorities arrested him, and, showing him a far-fetched and invented accusation, they began to threaten him with imprisonment in a concentration camp. The only way he could be freed, they said, was to agree to collaborate with the OGPU. Fr. Vladimir agreed and was freed. The mission they gave him was basically regarding the locum tenens of the Patriarch, Metropolitan Peter, which he fulfilled; but the further he went the more his conscience bothered him and the more agonizing it was to endure his situation. Neither zealous serving in church nor pastoral conscienciousness could calm this burning spiritual pain. Finally Fr. Vladimir made up his mind to cease contact with the OGPU and went and confessed his sin to his spiritual father. In 1929 one of the OGPU investigators summoned him to an office in Great Lubianka and demanded an explanation. Fr. Vladimir explained that he was not going to work for them any longer. For 72 hours they tried to talk him into changing his mind, but Fr. Vladimir decisively refused, saying that it didn't matter anyway--he had already told the priest about everything in confession. On the 11th of December they arrested him for "divulging confidential information." On the 3rd of February 1930 the OGPU sentenced him to three years imprisonment in a concentration camp, which he served out in building the White Sea-Baltic Canal. In the meantime his family was evicted from their house, which is what he feared the most, but by God's providence they found refuge with another family. Fr. Vladimir was able to join them after his three years were up, but was arrested again and shot in December of 1937, and buried in a mass grave at Butovo Firing Range (Polygon). He was added to the number of the Holy New Confessors and Martyrs in the year 2000.

(Translated and/or summarized from days.pravoslavie.ru. There's more about two other New Martyrs in his Life, but I didn't have time here.)
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(signing off now but will add Part Two of today's visit later to the end of this article.... Here it is:)
On the side of the church facing the courtyard, you can see an icon of Holy New Martyr Grand Duchess Elizabeth.

This church has a strong connection with St. Elizabeth: before the Revolution she had founded an orphanage nearby, and the church still supports orphans. It also established a Sisterhood in the name of St. Grand Duchess Elizabeth, carrying on her work: I saw quite a few women in church wearing white nursing headscarves, of the kind you would think of a nun wearing these days, with a red cross on the scarf at the forehead, and in the back, instead of being triangular and pointing downward, the scarf is cut straight across--again, like a nun's, only shorter and white. There was a poster on the church door, too, something about medical sisters (nurses). It was quite amazing to see such headgear--I hadn't seen anything like it in the United States since I visited the Catholic Mercy Hospital in Portland, Maine, when I was a child. The Church here in Russia appears to be very active in society. In this church there was, for example, not only boxes with slots on the top for donations for rebuilding the church and to help the sisterhood, but also a very large box smack in the middle of the narthex where you couldn't not notice it marked for orphans and homeless or poor people. There was also a box on the wall to contribute to their Orthodox radio station, "Blagovescheniye" -- "Annunciation." Among the offerings in the archives of this station, which you can download and listen to, is an interview with director Pavel Longin, talking about the film Ostrov.


It seems that there are several nearby churches that share rotating clergy and publish a common bulletin. Those who can read Russian can find out more about this very spiritually active group of parishes at http://www.blagodrevo.ru/.
Across the courtyard/garden from the church is another building, used for trapeza and clergy, and I think, church school. It's a very large brick building newly-built, and over just one place, there is a small onion-dome with a cross on top. One of the priests very kindly let me see inside, where there is a new chapel and baptistery dedicated to New Martyr Grand Duchess Elizabeth. Here is her icon in the corner, behind the Cross.




As I stood looking at this beautiful iconostas, I asked the priest if the chapel we were standing in was old. He replied no, it was all newly-built. I said, "Amazing--the icons look as if they are very old." "They are," he said. "Families took them and hid them when the Revolution broke out, and so they were saved. Then, when the church was re-opened in the 1990's, the people brought them back."
There is a beautiful children's book (in English) about this very thing, called The Miracle of St. Nicholas, telling about a newly-restored church in Russia and how, after the fall of communism, the whole parish, who had been in hiding, came back, each parishioner bringing back an icon or some other precious church belonging. On this day I saw an example of it. Here is the amazon.com web page for those who would like to read it to their children:
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After visiting St. Mitrophan's, I returned home. It was a long walk back to the nearest Metro station, and all in all it took me an hour and a quarter to get back home. I took a rest for a while, then was delighted to find Namesday e-mails from family, and a call from friends at home, and even one from my iconographer-friend, Maria, at the parish of St. Nicholas v Klennikakh. All those warm wishes made my day truly wonderful--thank you all!
Till next time,
Dimitra

Friday, November 9, 2007

St. Dimitrios Day 26 October/8 November

Thanks to the fact that my students had a vacation this week, I did, too, so I was able to go to Vespers Wednesday night and to Liturgy Thursday morning :)


The church of St. Nicholas v Klennikakh even has a wall fresco of St. Dimitrios, shown here, in the smaller chapel of St. Nicholas.







The chapel looks something like this (but I think this picture was of one of the chapels downstairs....)














After Liturgy, I browsed the magazines in the church bookstore a little. There was an interesting one called "Orthodox Conversation" (Православная Беседа). As I thumbed through the pages, suddenly my eye caught a picture of someone familiar..... but who could it be, on the pages of a Russian magazine......?

Well, if it isn't Nikolai Lokhmatow of Holy Epiphany in Roslindale, Massachusetts, USA! Hello, Nikolai! :)

The picture was taken at the Sretensky Monastery, at, I presume, the Reunification events.

The distance between Moscow and Roslindale seemed to melt away.... Once again, I felt comforted--it's a small world, after all...

Of course, I bought this magazine :)

(I'll try to get a better picture in this spot later--I see the resolution isn't perfect.)


After leaving the church, I took the Metro to work to pick up my paycheck and to do a few other errands. As I arrived at the stop I get off at for work, Novoslobodskaya, I found myself much closer to the far wall of the station that I usually am, so I was able to get this picture of the mural on the wall. Like a lot of the Metro stations, it is left-over soviet art, but this piece is striking....


...because one can't help but notice the resemblance to the Virgin and Christ-Child.... and the Dove for the Holy Spirit...

and the inscription: "Peace in all the earth" is just so much like the Angelic Nativity song: "Peace on Earth," isn't it?

Furthermore, the hammer and sickle and star, though present as a technical necessity, are almost completely hidden.

(You can click on any photo to enlarge it.)


(Here's a better photograph from Wikipedia:)

I wondered.... could the artist have been a secret Christian, fighting to keep Holy Russia alive through his art, or was I just reading too much into it? I decided to look him up, and found the name was "Pavel Korin." Here is the article about him from Wikipedia. Was I right?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pavel_Korin

(After the Wikipedia article there is more to the blog entry for today....)


"Pavel Korin was born in the village of Palekh to a family of a professional icon-painter Dmitry Nikolaevich Korin on July 8 [O.S. June 25] 1892. In 1897, when Pavel was only five years old, his father died. In 1903-1907 he studied at the School for Icon Painting at Palekh getting a formal certificate as a professional icon-painter. In 1908 he moved to Moscow and until 1911 worked there at the Icon shop of the Don Monastery.
In 1911 he worked as an apprentice to Mikhail Nesterov on frescoes of The Intercession Church at the Convent of Martha and Mary (Marfo-Mariinsky ) on Bolshaya Ordynka street in Moscow. Nesterov insisted that Korin gain a formal education in easel painting and arranged his admission to the Moscow School of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture in 1912. Pavel graduated from that school in 1916, having been a student of Konstantin Korovin and Leonid Pasternak.
In 1916 he worked on frescoes for the mausoleum of Grand Duchess Elizabeth Fyodorovna at The Intercession Church at the Convent of Martha and Mary. In accordance with the wishes of the Grand Duchess, he travelled to Yaroslavl and Rostov to study traditional frescoes of antique Russian churches.

Portrait of sculptor Sergey Konenkov, 1947
In February 1917 he started to work in his attic studio on Arbat Street in Moscow and worked there until 1934.
In 1918-1919 he taught at the 2nd State Art Studios (2-ые ГСХМ). In 1919-1920 he worked at the Anatomic theatre of Moscow State University, as he thought he as a painter needed deeper knowledge of the human anatomy. In the evenings he copied paintings and sculptures of the Museum of Fine Arts.
In 1923 he travelled over Northern Russia, visiting Vologda, Staraya Ladoga, Ferapontov Monastery, Novgorod. In 1926-1931 he worked as an instructor of painting classes for beginners at the Museum of Fine Arts.
In 1926 the Convent of Martha and Mary was closed by the Soviets and all the art there was to be destroyed. Pavel and his brother Alexander managed to smuggle out and save the iconostasis and some of the frescoes. On March 7 of that year he married Praskovya Tikhonovna Petrova, a disciple of the Convent of Martha and Mary.
In 1927 Korin's aquarelle Artist's studio and his oil landscape My Motherland were bought by the Tretyakov gallery, showing some recognition from the Soviets.
In 1931 Korin's studio was visited by Maxim Gorky, who supported Korin since. In 1932 Korin followed Gorky to Sorrento, painted Gorky's portrait and visited Italy and Germany.
In 1931 Korin started to work as the Head of the Restoration Shop of Museum of the Foreign Art (former Museum of Fine Arts later Pushkin Museum). He held this position for until 1959. After this he held the position of the Director of the State Central Art Restoration Works (ГЦРХМ) until his death. As one of the most senior Russian restorers of the time he contributed enormously to the saving and restoration of famous paintings.
In 1933 Korin moved to the studio on Malaya Pirogovka Street in Moscow where he worked until his death. Now the building is Korin's museum.
In the 1940s he painted many portraits of members of the Soviet Intelligentsia (including Leonid Leonidov, Mikhail Nesterov, Alexey Tolstoy, Kachalov and Nadezhda Peshkova (Gorky's daughter in law)). He painted the fresco Match to the Future for the Palace of Soviets in the Moscow Kremlin and a Triptych devoted to Alexander Nevsky.

Farewell to Rus, preparational drawing showing the composition, 1935-1959
In the 1950s Korin worked on mosaics for the Moscow Metro. His mosaics decorate the stations Komsomolskaya-Koltsevaya, Arbatskaya (Arbatsko-Pokrovskaya Line) and Novoslobodskaya, and also the Main Hall (Актовый Зал) of Moscow State University. He also won an impressive list of Soviet awards in the 1950s and 1960s:
Stalin Prize - 1954 for mosaics for the station Komsomolskaya-Koltsevaya,
Lenin Prize - 1963 for portraits of Martiros Saryan, group portrait of cartoonists Kukryniksy, Italian painter Renato Guttuso
Member of Academy of Arts of Soviet Union - since 1958
Gold medal on World's Fair at Brussels - 1958 for the portrait of Martiros Saryan,
People's Artist of the Russian SFSR 1958
People's Artist of the USSR - 1962 ()
Order of Lenin - 1967
Pavel Korin died in Moscow on November 22, 1967 and was buried in the Novodevichy Cemetery.

Photo of Korin's studio showing the canvas for the Farewell to Rus drawing, 1960s

[edit] Farewell to Rus
The biography of Korin shows an accomplished Soviet painter and a prominent art figure, but the job he had considered the main work of his life was left unfinished. During his student years Korin was impressed by the life of Alexander Ivanov, who spent most of his adult life on creating a single painting The Appearance of Christ before the People (1835-1857). Pavel decided that he should live by Ivanov's example and devote his whole life to a single large painting. He starts with preparing of a very accurate life size copy of Ivanov's masterpiece (1920-1925), the initial name for The Painting was Bless my Soul, Oh Lord (Благослови, душе моя, Господа).
In 1925 Korin witnessed the intercession of Patriarch Tikhon of Moscow in the Cathedral of the Dormition of Moscow Kremlin. All people of importance in the Russian Orthodox Church, usually suppressed by the Soviets, were present. After the event Pavel decided that his magnum opus would be named Requiem, or Requiem for Russia, and would depict the intercession of Patriarch Tikhon and show the Russia that was lost after the October Revolution.

Beggar, Etude for Farewell to Rus, 1933
Korin feverishly paints people present at the burial service for Tikhon, often the last survivors of families of Russian nobility, or dissident priests, soon to be destroyed. Rumors about the dangerous painting soon became a matter of NKVD interest. In 1931 Maxim Gorky advised Korin that the name Requiem for Russia was too strong to be accepted and recommended a change to Русь Уходящая - literally Rus that is going away, but usually translated as Farewell to Rus. Gorky argued that the painting showing the last parade of the Orthodox Church, showing the tragedy and at the same time the misery of all those people who soon will disappear into irrelevancy is an acceptable and even desirable for the Government. Korin agreed with the new name of the painting.
For forty years Korin worked on the painting. He produced dozens of large (more than the life size) well finished paintings that he preferred to name etudes for the Farewell to Rus masterpiece, worked on composition. He ordered a huge canvas, designed a special stretcher for it, spends years coating the canvas with multiple layers of the special underlays. Korin was combining the ancient methods of the icon paintings with the science of art restorations and claimed the painting prepared by his methods should survive hundreds, possibly thousands of years without the need for restoration.
He had not put a single brushstroke on the canvas - forty-two years of the preparational work was not enough for Pavel Korin. It might be considered an extreme case of procrastination, but the huge canvas became a popular art exhibit in the Korin Museum. Many consider it as an art masterpiece in its own right, similar to the Black Square of Kazimir Malevich."
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Amazing, isn't it? I have more first-hand to show and tell about iconography and iconographers here and how the art of iconography was passed down from master to apprentice secretly during soviet times, but it will have to be for another day. Meanwhile....


One of my errands was to mail a card to Kisya and Olga Alexandrovna, who don't have Internet. I finally got up my courage to go into a post office and face the possibility of having to respond to an unintelligible-to-me stream of Russian. As in most places, there was a line. While I was waiting, I looked at the display in the window where the clerk was. (Sorry, this is a pretty bad no-flash cell phone picture.) In the window were all sorts of greeting cards--for the New Year, and yes, even Christmas, birthdays and what-have-you. The reason I took the picture, however, is to be found in the lower right-hand corner: there, among all the greeting cards, was an icon of St. Panteleimon, also for sale! How do you know that you live in an Orthodox country? When you can go buy an icon at the Post Office! :)

That's all for now, folks, it's getting late. Stay tuned and my love to everyone.
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An Unexpected Friend...


(for James) Here is the icon of St. John the Russian on the wall of the entry-way downstairs in the church of St. Nicholas "v Klennikakh." As I wrote below, when I saw his icon, I stopped feeling so homesick. I thought: it could not be without meaning that I am seeing him here...

They tell me he is revered here, along with St. Silouan of Mt. Athos.

I would have put this picture up earlier, but when I went to get the photo from my camera, I couldn't find it for a while. Sorry for the delay!

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

The New Holiday


We just had a long weekend here, celebrating the new holiday of "Day of National Unity," on the 4th of November. It replaces the old celebration of the anniversary of the October Revolution on November 7. Note that the new holiday is not on November 7th, but November 4th. This is none other than the day of the Kazan' Icon of the Mother of God, when She defeated the Poles. The statue commemorates Dmitry Pozharsky and Kuzma Minin, who rallied Russia's volunteer army against the Polish invaders during the Time of Troubles in the late 16th and early 17th centuries. "The Commemoration of the Deliverance of Moscow From the Poles by the Kazan Icon was established in gratitude for the deliverance of Moscow and all Russia from the incursion of the Polish in 1612. The end of the sixteenth and beginning of the seventeenth centuries is known in Russian history as "the Time of Troubles." The country suffered the onslaught of Polish armies, which scoffed at the Orthodox Faith, plundering and burning churches, cities and villages. Through deceit they succeeded in taking Moscow. In response to the appeal of His Holiness Patriarch Hermogenes (May 12), the Russian people rose up in defense of its native land. From Kazan, the wonderworking icon of the Mother of God was sent to the army headed by Prince Demetrius Pozharsky."
Is there a silent, parallel message being given here, about the deliverance from a more recent "Time of Troubles"? Слава Богу за Его великую милость! Glory to God for His great mercy!

Friday, November 2, 2007

The Little Things in Life







I had just about run out of my favorite make-up, but fortunately, found some foundation of the same beautiful Evening-in-Paris-like packaging as a recently-found lipstick. FFleur, it's called. Not sure what the extra "f" is for...

So, is it made in Paris?


Russia?


Taiwan?



What???
Casper, Wyoming?!
You mean "foundation" is the "foundation" for Russian-American relations...? ;)