worship, the last of that branch who was connected with the church was my great-great-grandfather, konstantin travineader of the church choir in the nizhny novgorod cathedral, which was in the kremlin, unfortunately, from great-grandfathers only survived two notebooks, and his photographs, during the soviet period, the great-grandmother, fearing the consequences, was forced to destroy all documents related to his activities as regent, his notebooks, but when we started looking for information, this was the first photograph, the first documents , which i encountered when we began to study our genealogy, and then, when i began to grow up, at the age of 6... my grandmother brought me to the temple for worship, it was just an ordinary weekday, without any holiday, in the temple there was a service going on, a liturgy, there weren’t very many people, but i remember this day specifically as a day when in silence without any fuss, and for the first time i could pray, of course, then still like a child, just maybe without special prayers, but for me, this day was remembered as the day when i first conscious

last one from that thread, who was connected with the church was my great-great-grandfather, konstantin travinent, the leader of the church choir in nizhny novgorod. who was in the kremlin, unfortunately, only two notebooks and his photographs were preserved from my great-grandfather; during the soviet period, my great-grandmother, fearing the consequences, was forced to destroy all documents related to his activities as a regent, his notebooks, but when we began to look for information, this was the first photograph, the first documents that i encountered when we began to study our, well and then, when i began to grow up, at the age of 6, my grandmother took me to church, to services, it was just an ordinary weekday, without any holiday, there was a service in the church, a liturgy, there weren’t very many people, but that’s what i remember this day was like a day when, in silence without any fuss, i could pray for the first time, of course, then like a child, just maybe without special prayers. but for me, this day was remembered as the day when i first consciously came to the temple and com

the last of that branch who was connected with the church, it was my great-great-grandfather, konstantin travinader of the church choir in the nizhny novgorod cathedral, which was in the kremlin. unfortunately, only the great-grandfather has survived two music books and his photographs. during the soviet period, my great-grandmother, fearing, was subsequently forced to destroy all documents related to his activities as a regent, his notebooks, but when we started looking for information, this was the first photograph, the first documents that i came across when we started study our genealogy, and then, when i began to grow up, at the age of 6, my grandmother took me to church for a service, it was just an ordinary one. day without any holiday, in the temple there was service, liturgy, there weren’t very many people, but i remember this day specifically as a day when in silence without any fuss, and for the first time i could pray, of course, then like a child, just maybe without special prayers, but for me, this day was remembered as the day when i first consciously came to church and communica

worship, the last of that branch who was connected with the church was my great-great-grandfather, konstantin travin the regent, the leader of the church choir in the nizhny novgorod cathedral, which was in the kremlin, unfortunately, only two notebooks and his photographs were preserved from my great-grandfather; during the soviet period , my great-grandmother, fearing the consequences, was forced to destroy. all related documents with his activities as the regent of his notebook, but when we started looking for information, this was the first photograph, the first documents that i encountered when we began to study our genealogy, and then, when i began to grow up, at the age of 6 my grandmother brought me to church for a service, it was just an ordinary weekday, without any holiday. there was a service in the church, a liturgy, there weren’t very many people, but i remember this day as a day when there was silence without any fuss, and for the first time i could to pray, of course, then it was still childish, just maybe without special prayers, but for me this day was remembered as the day when i