mother of god of czestochowa. there is a legend that a landowner lived on the territory of our khmelev; he had a wooden chapel. in this chapel there was an icon of the chestykhov fire, everything burned down, the landowner was very worried about the icon when he he came to the ashes, there was nothing left there, he dreamed of the mother of god, who said, you must build a temple, he was in the ashes, unearthed a scroll that had been preserved, everything was burned, the scroll of the icon survived. he took this scroll, harnessed his horse to his chaise and began driving around the outskirts of our village. he rode for a long time, for a long time, and on this mountain where we are standing, the horse stopped dead in his tracks. and out of the blue, the landowner realized that there should be a temple here, from the moment the temple was built, it never closed, in 2000, when he came a monastic priest, father seraphim, began to serve, brothers began to gather around him, the holy transfiguration church was transformed into a monastery, a monastery. those childhood memories that i still have, now in adulthood, these are completely different sensations, my soul re

mother of god of czestochowa. there is a legend that a landowner lived on the territory of our khmelev. he had a wooden chapel. and in this chapel there was an icon of the chestykhovdown. for the icon, when he came to the ashes, there was nothing left there, he dreamed of the mother of god, who said, you must build a temple, he dug up a scroll on the ashes, which was preserved, everything burned down, the scroll of the icon survived, he took this scroll. i harnessed the horse to my chaise and began to drive around the outskirts of our village, rode for a long time, for a long time, on this mountain where we are standing, the horse stopped rooted to the spot and did not move, the landowner realized that there should be a temple here, from the moment the temple was built, it never closed, in 2000... when a monastic priest, father seraphim, came to serve, brothers began to gather around him, the church of the svetlana preobrazhensky was transformed into a monastery, a monastery. those children's the memories that i have now in adulthood are completely different sensations. the soul rejoices. well, all this is not conveyable, i cannot convey my state of mind, everythi