Cross sign. Angelina's case

Based on the article "The nun came to life on the third day after her death." Grigory Telnov, newspaper "Life"

She saw her body from the side - lying on the operating table. The doctors were all around. A device similar to an iron was pressed to his chest.

Discharge! shouted Professor Psakhes.

The body twitched. But she didn't feel pain.

The heart does not react!

Discharge! More! More!

Doctors tried to "start" her heart for almost half an hour. She saw the young assistant put his hand on the professor's shoulder.

Boris Isaakovich, stop. The patient is dead.

The professor pulled off his gloves and removed his mask. She saw his unhappy face - all in drops of sweat.

What a pity! Boris Isaakovich said. - Such an operation, six hours worked ...

I'm here doctor! I am alive! she screamed. But the doctors did not hear her voice. She tried to grab Psakhes by the robe, but the fabric didn't even move.

The professor left. And she stood near the operating table and looked, as if spellbound, at her body. The nurses put him on a gurney and covered him with a sheet.

She heard them say

Again the trouble: when she arrived, she passed away, from Yakutia ...

Family will take it.

Yes, she has no relatives, only a young son.

She walked next to the wheelchair. And she screamed:

I didn't die! I didn't die! But no one heard her words.

Life

Nun Antonia remembers her death with trepidation:

The Lord is merciful! He loves all of us, even the last sinner...

Antonia is constantly going over her rosary. Her thin fingers tremble. Between the thumb and forefinger, an old tattoo is visible - a barely noticeable letter "A".

Mother Antonia catches my eye. I feel embarrassed, as if I saw something forbidden.

This is a memory of the prison past, - says the nun. - The first letter of my name. According to my passport, I am Angelina. In my youth, what a misfortune was passion ...

Tell!

Mother Antonia looks at me searchingly. It feels like she sees right through me. A minute feels like an eternity. Suddenly shut up, suddenly refuse?

Our meeting was not accidental. In Pechory, Pskov region, where the 73-year-old Mother Anthony lives near the famous Holy Dormition Monastery, I arrived after receiving a message from my fellow believers: “We have a wonderful nun. I have been to that world."

Mother Anthony, as it turned out, in the recent past was the organizer and abbess of the convent in Vyatskiye Polyany, Kirov region. After the third heart attack, due to poor health, she was sent to rest. She agreed to meet with the Life journalist only after receiving recommendations from clerics.

It seems to me that she sends my request somewhere upstairs. And gets an answer. My breath stops.

Finally she says:

I'll tell you. Not knowing my past, not to understand what happened to me after death. What was, was…

Mother Anthony is making the sign of the cross. Barely audible, with some lips, whispers a prayer. It is felt that returning to the past requires considerable mental and physical effort from her, like a swimmer who has to dive into a seething whirlpool.

Childhood

I was born in Chistopol. This is a small town on the Kama in Tatarstan. Dad, Vasily Rukavishnikov, went to the front as a volunteer. He died in the Bryansk region, in the partisans. Mom, Ekaterina, remarried - an old man, he was thirty years older than her. I hated him so much that I ran away from home. I ended up in an orphanage in Kazan. She said she was an orphan. At the end of the war, my friends and I were trained as motorists and sent to a mine in the Sverdlovsk region. On the first day we staged a riot - because of the harassment. We are youngsters, and the miners there are cunning. On the very first day, they groped ... Well, I encouraged my friends to run to Moscow, to Comrade Voroshilov. Complain. They got on the steps of the wagons, they were desperate, brave. We spent the night in Gorky Park, in the bushes, clinging to each other ...

Voroshilov

In the morning, as the smallest, I looked like I was about twelve years old, I went to reconnaissance. I chose a more impressive uncle on the bench. She came up and asked how to find Voroshilov. The uncle replied that the appointment was being made at the reception of the Supreme Soviet on Mokhovaya Street. We found this reception. They came there in droves. "Where?" the policeman at the door asked us. - "To Voroshilov!" - "For what?" "We'll just tell him." The policeman took us to some office. A fat boss is sitting at the table. He looked at us sternly: "Tell me!". And I how to yell: “Run, girls! This is not Voroshilov! We made such a noise that everyone ran. And then I see how Voroshilov enters. I knew him from photographs. He took us with him. He ordered to bring sandwiches, tea. Listened. And he asked: “Do you want to study?” - "Yes!"

- "Tell me who, they will write you a referral." I chose a geological college in the Kemerovo region ... And there the trouble came out - I got in touch with the thieves. Out of stupidity and hunger. I liked the way they live: risky, beautiful. I made a tattoo so that everyone could see that I was lucky. Only it didn’t work out for a long walk: our gang was caught ... I didn’t like it in prison.

When she was released, she swore an oath to herself: never go to jail. She got married, went to Yakutia - to the village of Nizhny Kuranakh. She worked there at Yakutzoloto. She even deserved the Order - the Red Banner of Labor ... At first everything was fine in the family, she gave birth to a son, Sashenka. Then my husband started drinking. And beat out of jealousy. Then he quit. I didn’t grieve - I suffered so much with him! And then the disease hit. At first, I didn’t attach any importance, and then, as it really pressed (I lost consciousness several times in broad daylight), I went to the doctors. Examined and found a tumor in the head. I was sent urgently to Krasnoyarsk, to the clinic of the medical institute. I cry: "Save me! I have one son, still a schoolboy - he will remain an orphan! Professor Psakhes undertook to operate ... She knew that the operation was dangerous, she was terribly afraid! Then I remembered God. Before, she was such an atheist, a blasphemer, but then a prayer came to mind. Or rather, a spiritual rhyme, which one woman taught me once in my childhood. "The Dream of the Virgin" is called. About Jesus, all his suffering. Almost the entire Gospel is retold in these verses... They took me to the operation, and I was trembling and whispering “The Dream of the Mother of God”. They gave anesthesia, they began to drill the skull ... I don’t feel pain, but I hear everything - how they are messing with my head. They operated for a long time. Then, as if through a dream, I heard slaps on my cheeks. “Everyone,” they say, “wake up!” I woke up from anesthesia, twitched, wanted to get up, get up, and then my heart stopped. And it was as if something pushed me out of my body - slipped out of myself, as if out of a dress ...

Death

... The gurney with the lifeless body was taken to a cold room with no windows. Angelina stood by. I saw how her corpse was transferred to an iron trestle bed. How they pulled off the shoe covers that were on her during the operation. How to tie an oilcloth tag. And they closed the door.

The room became dark. Angelina was surprised: she saw!

To the right of my body lay a naked woman with a hastily sewn incision on her stomach, the nun recalls. - I was amazed: I had never known her before. But I felt that she was almost dear to me. And what do I know from what she died - there was a volvulus of the intestines. I got scared in the dead room. Rushed to the door - and went through it! She went out into the street - and was dumbfounded. The grass, the sun - everything is gone! I run forward, but there is no way for me. As attached to the hospital. Came back. I see doctors, patients in the wards and corridors. And they don't notice me. A stupid thought came into my head: “I am now an invisible man!”. It became funny. I started laughing, but no one could hear me. I tried to pass through the wall - it worked! She returned to the dead. I saw my body again. She hugged herself, began to shake, cry. And the body doesn't move. And I sobbed as never before in my life - neither before, nor then - I sobbed ...

Mother Anthony says:

Suddenly figures appeared next to me, as if out of thin air. I called them for myself - warriors. In clothes, like St. George the Victorious on the icons. Somehow I knew they were coming for me. I started to fight back. I shout: "Do not touch, fascists!" They powerfully took me under the arms. And a voice sounded inside me: “Now you will find out where you will end up!” I was swirled, plunged into darkness. And such a flood - passion! The pain and longing is impossible. I yell, swear in every way, but it hurts more and more. I can’t tell about these torments - there are simply no such words ... And then it seems like someone quietly whispers in my right ear: “Servant of God Angelina, stop swearing - they will torment you less ...” I calmed down. And I felt wings behind my back. Flew somewhere. I see: a weak light ahead. The little flame is also flying, and I'm afraid to fall behind him. And I feel that to my right, like a small bee, someone is also flying. She looked down, and there were many men with gray faces. Hands are pulled up, and I hear their voices: “Pray for us!” And before I died, I was an unbeliever. I was baptized as a child, then I didn’t go to church. I grew up in an orphanage, then we were all brought up as atheists. Only before the operation I remembered about God… I don’t see that “bee” on the right, but I feel it. And I know she's not evil. I ask her about people: “Who is this and what is this?” And the same voice, affectionate, answers: “These are tartarars. Your place is there ... ”I realized that this is hell.

Suddenly, I felt like I was on Earth. But everything is brighter, more beautiful, it blooms like in spring. And the aroma is wonderful, everything is fragrant. I was also amazed: at the same time there are flowers and fruits on the trees - after all, this does not happen. I saw a massive, carved table, and behind it were three men with the same very beautiful faces, as on the Trinity icon. And there are many, many people around. I stand and don't know what to do.

Those warriors who came to the morgue flew up to me and put me on my knees. I bent my face to the very ground, but the soldiers lifted me up and showed me with gestures that it was not necessary, but that the shoulders should be straight and the head bowed to the chest ... And the conversation began with those who were sitting at the table. I was amazed: they knew everything about me, all my thoughts. And their words seemed to arise in me: “Poor soul, why did you accumulate so many sins!” And I was terribly ashamed: suddenly I clearly remembered every bad deed of mine, every bad thought. Even the ones I forgot. And I suddenly felt sorry for myself. I realized that I didn’t live like that, but I didn’t blame anyone - I myself ruined my soul ..

Lord

Suddenly I understood how to call the one who is sitting in the middle, I said: “Lord!” He responded - in the soul immediately such heavenly bliss came. The Lord asked: “Do you want to go to Earth?”

- "Yes, Lord!" - "Look around, how good it is here!" He raised his hands up. I looked around - and well, everything shone, it was so extraordinarily beautiful! And suddenly something happened inside me that I had never experienced before: endless love, joy, happiness entered my heart - all at once. And I said: "Forgive me, Lord, I'm not worthy!" And then the thought of a son came, and I said: “Lord, I have a son, Sashenka, he will be lost without me! An orphan herself, she did not escape prison. I don't want him to disappear! The Lord answers: “You will return, but fix your life!”

- "But I dont know how!" - “You will know. On your way, people will come across, they will tell you! Pray! - "But how?" - "Heart and thought!".

Future

And then the future was opened to me: “You will marry again.” - "Who will take me like this?" “He will find you himself.” - “Yes, I don’t need a husband, I’ve suffered for the rest of my life with the former drunkard!”

- “The new one will be a good person, but also not without sin. Do not leave the North until you send your son to the army. Then you meet him, marry him. And then you are destined to find a brother. “Is he alive? I have no news of Nicholas from the war! - “He is disabled, he travels in a wheelchair. You will find him in Tataria and you will move there with your husband. Your brother will really need you, you will look after him and bury him yourself. “Will everything be fine with your son?” “Don't worry about him. When he becomes an adult, he will refuse you. But don't be discouraged. Remember the Lord and tell people what you saw here! And remember - you promised to fix your life!"

Return

I woke up in my body. I felt that I was very cold: I was very cold. She pleaded: "I'm cold!" And I hear a voice in my right ear: “Be patient, now they will come for you!” And for sure: the door opens, two women enter with a cart - they wanted to dissect me to take me. They came up to me, and I threw off the sheet. They - scream and run! Professor Psakhes, who operated on me, comes running with doctors. He says: "It should not be that she is alive." Shines a light bulb into the pupil. And I see everything, I feel it, but I was so numb that I can’t say anything, I just blinked my eyes. I was brought to the ward, surrounded by heating pads, wrapped in blankets. When I warmed up, I told about what happened to me. Boris Isaakovich Psakhes listened attentively. He said that three days had passed since my death.

Continuation

While still in the hospital, - says mother Antonia, - I wrote about what happened to me in the journal Science and Religion. I don't know if it was printed. Professor Psakhes called my case unique. Three months later they were discharged.

I went back to Yakutia, - says mother Antonia. - I got a job at Yakutzoloto again, I was in good standing there. I work, I raise my son. I started going to church and praying. Everything happened as it was predicted to me in the next world. She got married, then married her son. And I found my older brother Nikolai, lost from the war - in Tatarstan. He was lonely, disabled in a wheelchair, already very ill. We moved to Nizhnekamsk, closer to my brother. They gave me and my husband an apartment there, as northerners. By that time I was already retired. She took care of her brother until his death. Buried, mourned.

And then she got sick. It stung in the side, it became sour in the mouth. Suffered for a long time. Compared to hellish torments, all earthly sores are like a prick with a pin. My son and husband persuaded me to go to the hospital. From the polyclinic he was sent for examination to Kazan. And they found liver cancer. They said that the operation was late, that metastases had gone. And such anguish attacked me - not to convey. A sinful thought came: "Who needs me like this, a burden to everyone!"

I went to the bridge - to drown. And before throwing herself into the water, she decided to say goodbye to the sky. She raised her eyes and saw crosses and domes. Temple. I think: I will pray for the last time before drowning myself. I came to the cathedral. I stand in front of the icon of the Mother of God and weep. Then the woman who was cleaning the temple noticed my tears, came up and asked what happened to me. She told me about cancer, about the fact that my husband started drinking, that no one needs me, that my son has his own family and I am a burden to him. That she wanted to lay hands on herself. And the woman says to me: “You need to go to Naberezhnye Chelny right now. There came a wonderful priest, Archimandrite Kirill from Riga. He heals everything!"

Archimandrite

Matushka Antonia shows a photo of the priest that hangs in her cell. In the picture - a handsome, portly priest with two crosses on his vestments.

This is my spiritual father,” the nun says affectionately. - Archimandrite Kirill (Borodin). The miracle worker and the righteous. Under Soviet rule, he suffered in prison for his faith. He himself, a doctor by training, healed many people. In 1998 he went to the Lord. Father Kirill not only saved my life, he begged my soul. I then arrived in Naberezhnye Chelny at the address indicated to me in the church, I didn’t even stop by my home in Nizhnekamsk. There is a long queue to the apartment where Father Kirill is receiving. I think we'll have to stand all night. Then the door swings open, the priest comes out and beckons me with his hand: “Mother, come here!” He took to himself. He put his hand on his head: “Oh, what a pain you are!” And suddenly joy entered me - as then, in the next world before the Lord ... I wanted to tell Father Kirill about myself, about what I experienced in the next world, but he stopped me: “I know everything about you.”

Monastery

Then the priest said to me: “Go to Yelabuga, the monastery is getting better there. Tell mother Evgenia what I sent,” says mother Antonia. - I hesitated: “What are you, father! I have a husband and a son." Here father Cyril strange words

said: "You have no one!" I grumble: "Night already!" And he, strictly like this: “I bless you to go!”. Where are you going? Went to the bus station. The regular buses have already left. Suddenly some peasant slows down: “Who is on Elabuga?”. I drove to the monastery. They were already waiting there. She began to live at the monastery and pray. And the strength melted away. I couldn’t eat much: my liver was completely failing ... And now I have a dream one day. I see four men dressed in white. They are around me. I’m lying, and one of them says: “It will hurt you now. Be patient, don’t be afraid, the cancer will pass.” I woke up in the morning, and the liver does not hurt. Appetite appeared - she pounced on food. I eat everything that I used to refuse - a bun, soup. And at least once in the side pricked! Then Father Kirill arrived. She told him about the strange dream. I ask: “Who healed me in a dream?” And the father replies: “Didn’t you guess? This is God's grace to you!"

Father Kirill blessed me to go home to Nizhnekamsk - to pick up things and draw up documents, - says mother Antonia. - I arrived, and my son and husband lost me. Thought she was already dead. She explained to her husband that a divorce was needed, that I wanted to go to a monastery, my soul asked to serve God. He resigned himself. And the son - in any: "I won't let you!". He put me on a dog chain. He held her for three days, even drove her to the toilet. I prayed that the Lord would enlighten my son. Yet Sasha let me go to the monastery. But he shouted in the back: “Now you are not my mother ...” I remembered then that the Lord told me in the next world: “The son will refuse you” ...

They tonsured me as a nun with the name Anthony. Translated from Greek, it means "acquisition in return." In the monastery, I changed my life, as I promised the Lord then. Then they blessed me in Vyatskiye Polyany to build a new monastery, and appointed me as abbess. Served there. And after a heart attack, she asked for rest. She arrived in Pskov, then moved to Pechory. Here, near holy places, it is easier to pray and breathe easier...

About Mother Anthony in Pechory they speak with love. They say that in addition to the great gift of comforting people, she has the ability to see their essence with spiritual eyes.

There was a time when I really saw, - says mother Antonia. - Then I begged the Lord to deprive me of this gift. It's hard.

I was told that you saw a miracle in the temple: the sacrament of turning bread and wine into the flesh and blood of Christ.

It was on Easter, when the Royal Doors, closing the entrance to the altar, were wide open. I am standing near the Royal Doors, waiting for communion. And I watch how the priests at the altar create the sacrament, take out the particles from the prosphora with a spear. I think: how will the bread become Christ's flesh? And then the sun shone on the altar. I see - instead of prosphora, the baby lies. Such a beautiful, the whole glows. And the priests with a spear in his chest! She shouted at the whole temple: “Do not touch the baby!”. People look at me, they don't understand what's going on. And I see: a golden cup, for communion, becomes transparent, like glass. And fills up with blood. After the service, she told her spiritual father about everything with fear. He reassured me: “The Lord showed you a miracle, rejoice!”. Here I live in joy. I want to tell everyone: there is no death, there is eternal life. We just need to love each other and be faithful to the Lord.

Do you predict the future?

No. I know one thing: serious trials await Russia. But if we become kinder, the Lord will forgive us...

(based on the article “The nun came to lifeon the third day after death.
Grigory Telnov, newspaper "Life", No. 89 dated 11/14/02)

Grigory Telnov

There is also life there.
Russian scientists have revealed the secret of the underworld

"Life", 07/12/2009

Vadim and Natalia Svitnev.

There is no death - life is also in full swing in the next world. This is evidenced by numerous messages from the afterlife - the voices of the dead are received on the radio, on computers and even on mobile phones. It's hard to believe this, but it's a fact. The author of these lines was also rather a skeptic - until he witnessed such contact with the afterlife in St. Petersburg.

We wrote about this in three June issues of the newspaper "Life" this year 2009. And there were calls from all over the country, responses on the Internet. Readers argue, doubt, wonder, thank - the topic of contacts with the afterlife touched everyone to the quick. Many ask for the address of scientists who are engaged in similar experiments. Therefore, we returned to this topic. Here is the website address of the Russian Association of Instrumental Transcommunication (RAIT) - a public organization that researches the phenomenon of electronic voices: http://www.rait.airclima.ru

Through this site, you can contact the head of RAIT, Candidate of Physical and Mathematical Sciences Artem Mikheev and his colleagues. But I want to warn everyone - research is still at the experimental stage. Keep in mind that RAIT is not an occult services firm, its members are engaged in science.

And one more important tip. Do not rush to try to make contact with another world on your own, using modern technologies, this is still the lot of a few scientists. Believe me, the load on the psyche unprepared for such contacts is very high! Maybe it’s enough for you to go to church, light a candle and pray for the repose of friends and relatives who have gone to another world? Take comfort in the fact that the soul is immortal. And separation from people dear to you who have gone to another world is only temporary.

Revelations

The first targeted contact - that is, a connection with a specific person who had gone to another world - was a radio bridge established by the Svitnev family of St. Petersburg. Their son Dmitry was killed in a car accident, but the parents found a way to hear their dear voice again. Vadim Svitnev, Candidate of Technical Sciences, and his colleagues from RAIT, using specially designed devices and a computer, established a connection with another world. And it was Mitya who answered the questions of his father and mother! The son buried by them answered from the next world:

“We are all living with the Lord!”

This amazing bilateral contact has been going on for more than a year. Parents record all negotiations in electronic form - more than three thousand files-answers to their questions. The information that comes from the next world is amazing - a lot goes against our traditional ideas about the afterlife.

At the request of the readers of Zhizn, I asked questions of interest to Natasha and Vadim Svitnev, Mitya's parents. Here are their answers.

By what phrases, facts, intonations do you identify your interlocutor from the Other World?

Answer: Don't you recognize your child's voice from billions of others? In any voice there are intonations, shades peculiar only to him. Our Mitya has a characteristic, recognizable voice - very soft, penetrating into the very heart. When we showed the recordings with Mitin's voice to his friends, they asked when they were produced, being absolutely sure that this was done even before the tragic event that interrupted Mitin's life. We communicate with a very large number of people from the other side. In conversations, they introduce themselves to us by their first names. Among Mitya's friends there are Fedor, Sergey, Stas, Sasha, Andrey was once mentioned. And friends on the other side sometimes call Mitya himself by his “nickname” on the Internet, which he chose for himself a long time ago - MNTR, a mirror image of the name Mitya. Welcomed to the contact Vadim and his colleagues. For example, one of Vadim’s leaders who went over to the “other side” got in touch with a congratulation: “Vadyusha, I congratulate you on Fleet Day!” And to the question: “Who am I talking to?” followed by the answer: "Yes, I am Gruzdev." Moreover, apart from this person, no one has ever called Vadim “Vadyusha”. And Natasha is sometimes addressed by her maiden name Titlyanova, jokingly calling her Titlyashkina, Titlyandiya.

How does a person feel in the Other World - in the first seconds, days, weeks, months?

Answer: As we are told at the contacts, there is no interruption from that side. The abyss exists only on our side. The transition is completely painless.

What does it look like from there on Earth?

Answer: From the other world, this question is answered as follows: “Your life is a huge anthill. You are constantly hurting yourself. On Earth, you are in a dream."

Is it possible to predict some events from the Other World?

Answer: Events removed in time from the present moment, from the other world are seen less clearly than nearby ones. There were many predictive or pre-emptive messages, such as a warning about a gang attack on a neighbor's boy three months before the actual incident.

What human needs are preserved in the Other World? For example, physiological - breathe, eat, drink, sleep?

Answer: As for needs, it's very simple: “I am fully alive. Mitya is the former. “We have a busy time, we hardly slept for three months.”

Once Mitya said at a communication session: “Now, mom, listen carefully,” and I heard him sigh. He breathed carefully loudly so that I could hear his breathing. These were real, ordinary sighs of a living person. They tell us that they have no time to eat - a lot of work.

Native

How close are family contacts?

Answer: Mitya often tells me about my mother - her grandmother, that she is there, and my mother, like my father, was also present at the contacts several times. Moreover, when I began to miss my mother very much, Mitya invited her, and since she is Ukrainian by origin, she spoke to me in pure Ukrainian. Vadim also talked with his mother. Of course, family ties remain.

How do they live and where do they live - are there cities, villages?

Answer: Mitya told us that he lives in the village and even explained how to find him. And on one of our best contacts, his address sounded when he was called for communication: "Forest street, northern house."

The date of departure of each of us is predetermined or not?

Answer: There is no talk about the date of departure during our contacts. We are constantly reminded that we are immortal: "You are eternal in our eyes."

Were there any clues from the other world in everyday things?

Answer: Somehow Vadim was told at the contact that he had 36 rubles in his pocket. Vadim checked and was surprised to make sure - exactly 36 rubles. Egor, our youngest son, was repairing a bicycle and could not determine the malfunction, while Vadim was conducting a communication session at that time. Suddenly Vadim turns to Yegor and says: "Mitya said that your axle is damaged." The diagnosis was confirmed.

Are there animals in the underworld?

Answer: There was such a case: the guys from the other side brought a dog for a communication session. We heard and recorded her barking.

Return

Is it possible to return from that world?

Answer: You can return. Overcoming the barrier that divides us into "living" and "dead" - this is the subject of many of our contacts. "Go to the light." "Here is the strongest technique." "Here the uninitiated is incomprehensible." “You have to believe in the country. Let's start in Russia." “We will definitely live together. The family will be complete. "You broke my coffin." "I will definitely come to you." "We will wake up humanity." "Youth Returns" “In due time you will reveal the music of the Most High.”

Why do only a few get in touch with loved ones?

Answer: There are always two parties involved in a contact. You have to believe in yourself and take the first step. Love and faith will surely be rewarded. Absolutely anyone who has shown perseverance can communicate with their loved ones. Recently, we had just a woman who lost her son. We had a session. Everyone was shocked. The woman recognized her son. They talked, very personal messages were received. I must say that we are researchers in a very new business for everyone, and contact of this kind, carried out with people completely unfamiliar to us, was the first in our practice. On our blog http://www.mntr.bitsoznaniya.ru a method for organizing and conducting such contact is provided.

And I also want to say that the walls surrounding us exist only for us. On the other hand, they are completely transparent. They see us, hear not only our speeches, but also our thoughts. We are told: "You run in the fog." And they also say: “Give me your hand!”, “Here everyone is forgiven.”

On the eve of the anniversary of the tragedy in Beslan, the heart always hurts. He was there from the first to the last day, with the militia he helped people running out of the burning school. And he wrote - these lines were written immediately after the assault. They are raw, unedited. Now a historical document. Peace to all! Here is my text, commemorate the dead:

"Storm
…Things didn't go as planned. Not at all. The Ministry of Emergency Situations came to pick up the corpses and hand over food. But at the very moment when they lifted the body of one of the victims from the ground, a shot rang out from the direction of the school. Damn random shot - one of the militants lost their nerve. And then a powerful explosion rumbled inside the school. As it turned out later, one of the suicide bombers blew up the charge.
And the terrible began.
The bullets of the militants brought down the MC. Relatives of the hostages watching the school fell into the grass.
And then the special forces went on the assault. The fighters had been sitting in hidden positions near the school since the night.
The first attack failed. The militants responded with such fire that the special forces requested support.

When the tanks hit, the women howled.
- There are children there!
“They beat them with blanks to make a hole in the wall,” one of the men said. Otherwise, don't break...
The battle flared up like a fire sprinkled with gasoline.
His whirlwind turned everyone - FSB special forces, conscripts, militiamen.
The militias tied white bandages around their sleeves, a conventional sign, so that they would not be mistaken for militants.
Together with Ossetian volunteers, we are trying to break through to the school. Lermontov Street is being shot at, policemen and conscripts lie down on it.
Get back, they'll kill you! yells the traffic cop captain.
He is answered with a swear phrase. And then, a little softer:
— Sorry, brother, there are our children!
The militias are armed with everything from hunting rifles to machine guns.
In the hands of the guy who is running next to us is a Chechen machine gun "Borz".
The battle has been going on for two hours now.
We rush to get to the young conscripts. Their commander, a lieutenant with intelligent rimless glasses who looks very much like a school teacher, is clearly pleased with the reinforcements.
“Something went wrong,” he tells us. - Not the way you wanted.
His fighters are trying to answer the shots from the school.
Don't shoot, there are children in there! the lieutenant snaps at them.
“Everything sucks,” the sergeant spits on the ground. - I have only twenty days left before demobilization.
The command “Forward!” sounds on the radio. and the lieutenant takes his fighters to another zone.

A partisan detachment of militia rushes on.
The policemen are no longer trying to stop them - they know many militiamen by sight.
Major-militiaman nods at us:
"Where the hell is it taking you?"
We are journalists. With them.
The militias nod - yes.
“They will help carry the wounded,” says an old man with a hunting rifle about us.
We run from yard to yard along the railway line. The shots merge into a continuous crash.
- Stretcher, hurry up! they shout from the right. And two soldiers run out from somewhere in the gateway with a stretcher made of tarpaulin. One handle is broken.
Did you have to carry a lot?
- Yes. the soldier answers. - Do you smoke?
- Hold on!
Explosions are heard again.
One of the shots interrupts the contact wire of the railway line and it falls with sparks onto the rails.
Chickens from the nearest yard do not scatter from the roar, but huddle together.
We, too, by some kind of bird instinct, are hiding side by side from bullets.
- Focus! one of the militia shouts. But the volunteers do not listen to him. Everyone has their own goal - to get to school and pick up their own.
- The school is on fire! - shouting is heard on the radio. A fire truck pulls out of the alley and gets shot.

The firemen are pulling back. But one calculation still managed to break through. These guys in their bright robes are like targets in a shooting range. There is a fight for the second floor, and they are trying to put out the fire.
A spetsnaz soldier in armor and a mask suddenly appears behind the militias.
- Well, quickly back! he yells. - You hit your own!
They send him somewhere else. And then the commando juggles the shutter of his machine gun:
- Get back, quickly! Otherwise I'll shoot like terrorists!
We crawl around the corner.
A general with a machine gun runs past.
“Bastards,” the old militiaman tells us. - All because the FSB pissed everything off again. After all, Chechens have been repairing the school for cheap all summer.
Well, they laid everything they wanted there, like at a stadium in Chechnya. Now for three hours we cannot knock them out ...
- Children! shouts the guy with the binoculars.
The special forces on their hands pull out the hostages.
Children in blood and in shock.

Militiaman Zaur Dzabiev pulls a boy out of the hands of a soldier.
- Yours?
- My nephew, Khadikov is his surname ...
A woman in a torn dress with a bloody face tries to walk on her own. I hold her hand.
- As there? I ask as I run.
She tries to answer something, but her lips do not obey her.
-It's awful...
"Quick" is not enough. And the hostages are loaded into cars that are nearby. Here, for the wounded, they come both on the Mers and on the broken-down Oka.
- My daughter! the woman screams. - Give it to me!
The girl is taken out of another car and placed on a stretcher with her mother.
She smiles happily.
- Alive!

Volunteer Oleg Kasumov is looking for his people.
And he doesn't find it.
- My sister works as a head teacher at school. Lena Ganieva is her name.
Don't know where she is?
The woman shakes her head.
Oleg sits on the ground and cries.
- I've got four. This is not a special operation, but a mess!
We have nothing to say to him.
“There are more alive,” the soldier says.
Nord-Ost did repeat itself.”

The secret of Russian money. The new banknotes are printed with ancient mystical symbols.

Grigory Telnov

A DROP of a saint is in everyone. If you don't believeinto this truth, lookinto your wallet and pay attentioncarefully considerholding banknotes there. Onthey have drawingsry have a deep mistic meaning. Thiswhole system of religionscharacters, whichdesigned to ensureheavenly patronage Russia.

Unofficial bank seriessheet music sample 1997 on Gozna ke is called "from Moscow to samyh to the outskirts. She was conceivedwas back in Yeltsin's timeon the. Paradoxically, the firstthe idea to print architectural monuments of cities on moneyRussian voiced on TVthe most famous interviewcounterfeiter of the country Viktor Baranov.

Although it is unlikely that the artists of Goznaka listened to exactlyhis opinion. At that time the pricetrobank was already working with might and mainover the creation of new banknotes.The former ones that were youlaunched after the collapse of the USSR,were a temporary option.The bankers called them "fanticks." New money designdeveloped a well-deserved huRussian treasurer Igor Krylkov.He dreamed of placing on moneyportraits of prominent compatriotsstvennikov - the way they do in many countries. But the Central Bankproposed a different ideology.

The artists were ordered todrawing on money is not easyarchitectural monuments. Wasnamed a list of places thatare considered sacredSlavia. At first glance, thatwhich choice seemed strange - because our church is separated fromstates. Moreover, in Russialive not only OrthodoxChristians, but also representatives other confessions.

However, all doubtsswept aside. Artists Goznaka transparently hinted thatyou need to draw what is ordered "from above". When Krylkov wantsbodies depict on the back of onefrom banknotes Yaroslavl theaterdrama, he was pulled up - only church! and specified specificCathedral. Arriving in Yaroslavl, huthe workers found it in such desolation that they had to dosketch from pre-revolutionary photos graphics.

shrines

As a result, it turned out that almosteach banknote carries an image of Christian shrines. Onpaper five (now shealmost disappeared from circulation) - Co Phia Cathedral in Veliky Nov city. On the top ten - a chapel Paraskeva Fridays in KrasnoYarsk. On the fifty-ruble banknote - Peter and Paul pine forest in Saint-Petersburg. On five Tisotke - Spaso-Preobrazhen the Solovetsky Monastery. On thousandth banknote - church John the Baptist in Yaroslavl.

The Chapel of Praskevya Pyatnitsa is a saint who was revered in Rus' as the patroness of the family and domestic animals.

The Peter and Paul Cathedral in St. Petersburg was and remains a symbol of the Russian Empire - it houses the royal tomb.

The Solovetsky Monastery is also called the symbol of the Gulag, but for believers it is, first of all, the greatest Orthodox shrine.

The Church of John the Baptist in Yaroslavl is considered a cultural monument of world significance.

The only exception is hundred-rouble ticket. Its comingMali and approved even before the advent of the religious conceptmoney. But the picture is painhardly any theater in Moscowcan be considered absolutely light skim - because on the banknote the image wives ancient greek covergod of arts Apollo.And in a very naturalform. Zealots morallysti, who saw on the banknotemale genitalia, artistKrylkov replied that Apollo didn't wear pants.

There is another ruleness that is easy to tracevaysya in the ideology of banknotes. Onmodified in 2004 tickets show only thosecities that are in the Great Ottoquality were not capturedenemy. Top five with occupiedny Novgorod in the war updated did not lie.

Church

The Moscow Patriarchate confirmed that the Russian Orthodox Church has acceptedthere is little participation in the choice of symbols for Russian money.

We were asked to make list of the most revered Christian shrines,- said the head of celaria of Patriarch Alexy II Archpriest Vladimir Divakov - We did it and corrected their proposals inCentral Bank, they were taken into account. Religious symbolson the money has a deepsacred meaning. This is an appeal to our heavenlyfootsteps. When the believerspeople see what is on thembrazheno, comes to the heart joy, and on the mind - a prayer ...

By the way, on those inone-, ten- andfiftieth coins minted imageGeorge the Victorious. Bythis, seeing thrown onthe earth is a trifle, do not trample itfeet - after all, a saint is knocked out on them.

The science

Scientists claim that the use of mystical symbols on money began withdeep antiquity.

-On coins oftenspelled magical signs,- says candidate historicalSciences Alexander Baranew, the most famous in Rosthis specialist in bonistics.

-With the advent of paperbills this tradition is not morningtilas.On the US banknoteone dollar denominationMasonic signs.

Historian Mikhail Kalyuzhny, specializingXia on magical symbols,saw them on manybank money:

-On a silver ruble 1921 a pentagram is embossed mascot of Mars. countingit appears that such a patterncarries power. A paper project new ruble of 1947 is very reminiscent of the famous egypttologs Pharaoh Nar's slab measure. The similarity is not accidental it's literally ornamentalnaya quote from this memorydesigned to provideprosperity to the rulerEgypt. Magic imagesyou can live on moneyconsider systemic talismans. They are intentionally createdute heads are very large communities - such as states, politicalparties, religiousprofessions. System Talismana, in terms of magic,is a hugenew energy network,aimed at achievingfor a specific goal. The main requirement for everyone element of the system - all of them must be absolutely alonenakova. Coins and cashbills are perfectto create systemLismanov. Therefore, a function hidden from the uninitiated money - to serve as a system talisman to strengthenpower and welfare states.

According to scientists, the symbolface of today's Russianmoney is good for the country us and its citizens.

In a pattern for five hundred the vomit banknote is very easy to guess the resemblance to ico noah "Burning Bush", - Mikhail Kalyuzhny says- In iconography, this symbol means God.

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In the center of Blagoveshchensk there is a monument erected in honor of an ordinary ice cream saleswoman Zinaida Sinitsyna.

A monument was erected to a delicacy from our childhood. Money for it was collected in Blagoveshchensk, people donated a penny, a ruble. In memory of the wonderful ice cream and the kind lotus woman who treated the children for free. The most curious thing is that the monument was made from an old photograph - photographer Andrey Ilyinsky kept the negatives. One of his shots was embodied in metal.

I thank Andrey and Olga Tur for the pictures, here is my story about this monument to Soviet ice cream.

"Snow Maiden" from childhood

Zinaida Sinitsyna was selling ice cream on the square in front of the Drama Theatre. Many, many years, from morning to night, in the heat of summer and in the cold of winter. She became a symbol of kindness and mercy for the townspeople - Baba Zina treated the children for free. From the burning eyes I saw that the kids really, really want to lick a sweet briquette at least once, but there is no money in their pocket.

Hold on, rejoice! - the grandmother handed out “Plombir” to the boys and girls. And there was also "Creamy", "Chocolate", "Leningrad", "Eskimo" - a wonderful ice cream from our Soviet childhood. Its wonderful taste still lives not only in memory, but on the lips and on the tongue. The magical taste of a happy childhood that we, who were born in the USSR, will never forget.

How many babies were made happy by grandmother Zina - hundreds, thousands? It turned out to be tens of thousands! The ice cream presented by the generous lotus woman, the most desired, was remembered for a lifetime. Olga Tur, a resident of Blagoveshchensk, was the first to write about the “Snegurochka” (that was the name given to the ice cream maker Zinaida Sinitsyna in the city). She sincerely talked about her on her blog, and responses poured in from all over the world. Even the people of Amur responded, who had long since left their native city, settled in other regions of Russia, and gone abroad.

The poems that Olga Tur composed about the Snow Maiden awoke sweet memories, brought back to the past:

"She was noticed when she was gone,

And the tray at the poplars was empty ...

So all the good things that have been lost in life

It only gets more valuable as the years go by.

She was "on duty" in winter and summer,

Handing a treat to the running kids,

Pigeons flew to her hand with a package

Late at night and early at dawn.

They ran to the "Snegurochka" on a date

And from her we went to dances in the park

And, it seems, more expensive than the universe

Briquette frozen in hands.

Almost half a century I remember this sweetness

And a fragile figure at the table:

Snow Maiden, who gave us joy ... "

The matter was not limited to these cute lines - the idea was born to erect a monument to a kind ice cream maker from their childhood. Olga Tur created the public organization "Snegurochka".

- “We want to unite people in the name of goodness!” - so she wrote about the purpose of the people's project.

They donated as much as they could to the monument: grown-up children of the 50s, 60s, 70s and 80s repaid their debt to a kind grandmother.

How many people exactly invested - do not count, - Olga tells me. - Boxes for donations stood in ten places of the city. The most memorable was one of the first installments. An unfamiliar young man approached me: “Is it possible to return money for the Snow Maiden here?” And gives a pack of thousandth bills. I ask: "What is your name?" He replies: “It doesn’t matter, I also sell ice cream, I have several outlets around the city, so I decided to donate money for the monument. I understand her work!”

For three years, Olga and her associates have collected 842 thousand rubles. The good deed could not have done without mysticism and God's help: when the casting of the sculpture was already ready, it was necessary to pay off the casters, and the stream of donations dried up.

I walk down the street and ask: "Lord, what should I do, well, there is no one to help me except You ..." - Olga recalls. - And soon, quite by accident, I find out that you can ask the regional authorities for a subsidy for the development of tourist facilities. She came, clarified - the monument also applies to them! It turned out that not only the people themselves raised the money, but the budget also partly helped. But he's also popular.

When the sculptor Valery Razgonyaev was working on the monument, a snag arose: the image of the Snow Maiden existed only in people's memory, there were no portrait shots of the legendary ice cream maker. Only an amateur card, on which someone, shooting his child in the summer, captured the lotus woman in the frame. There were no winter pictures at all, but I really wanted the Snow Maiden to be depicted on the monument in the cold!

A miracle helped, otherwise it can not be called. The wife of the famous Annunciation photographer Andrei Ilyinsky, seeing on the Internet an appeal to find pictures of the famous ice cream maker, asked her husband:

Do you happen to have pictures of her?

I’ll look for it, I took it off once, ”he answered. - My negatives of the early eighties have not been preserved, but suddenly there is a frame with the Snow Maiden ...

Ilyinsky, almost not hoping for luck, began to rummage through his archive. And suddenly I found a film with a woman Zina!

It turned out that he put the negatives from that shooting in a small box in his parents' apartment and forgot about them, - Andrey tells me. - But they survived and waited for me for almost thirty years!

Andrei recalls the only photo shoot in the life of Baba Zina, showing me those pictures:

In 1984, I was 19 years old, just starting to study the profession. I always carried a camera with me, “Zenith”. On that day, in early March, I just bought a long-focus lens, “Jupiter” 135 mm. I went to try it out, took pictures of the townspeople, looked for interesting faces.

I lived then not far from the place where this ice-cream maker stood. I remember my grandmother from childhood - every day, at any time of the year, she traded. Hunched, hooked nose, big earrings like a gypsy. It looks like Baba Yaga, and her eyes are very kind. When I was a kid, I gave ice cream for free.

I clicked a few frames - first from afar, then asked permission to take a portrait. The Snow Maiden agreed and even cheered: “I found, then, a beauty!”

Grandmother Zina rarely smiled, apparently, her fate was difficult. And the face is alive, emotional, tanned, all wrinkled from the sun and wind. I remember that she thickly drew her eyebrows with a pencil. I didn’t ask for cards, so I didn’t print them then ...

The shots of Andrei Ilyinsky turned out to be the only good images of the legendary Aunt Zina. Sculptor Valery Razgonyaev took one of them as the basis of the monument. The picture was embodied in metal quite accurately, only the artist straightened the grandmother - so that the monument turned out to be partly front.

The monument was opened in October near the place where Baba Zina once traded. Her face looks at Cupid, near which almost all her life has passed.

Only when Olga Tur and other activists began to raise funds for the monument, it turned out that the grandmother was a hero. One of her old friends recalled that Zinaida Dmitrievna Sinitsyna and her husband fought in a partisan detachment, and the punishers, under torture, trying to get her to betray her, killed her three-year-old son Vasil.

Having lost her loved ones, Zinaida moved to the Far East, worked first in an officer's canteen in Blagoveshchensk, then in a maternity hospital, and then, from the fifties until her death in 1988, as an ice cream maker from the Vostok store. The archives of the organizations where she worked have not been preserved, the place of birth of Zinaida Dmitrievna Sinitsyna is not known. She no longer had a family or children (maybe one of her distant relatives will recognize her from the pictures and respond?).

Grandmother Zina believed in God and quietly did good deeds: she sent gifts and earned money to orphanages. After her death, she left the state several savings books worth tens of thousands of rubles. The notary who executed the inheritance was surprised - it would be enough for several cooperative apartments, and Sinitsyna huddled in a communal apartment!

... Many people came to the opening of the monument to the kind ice cream maker - those who remembered her brought their children and grandchildren. Andrei Ilyinsky filmed the celebration and rejoiced when he saw his old photograph embodied in metal:

It turned out that it was my picture that preserved the image of the departed person, became a monument. The Snow Maiden, it turns out, had a direct relationship with me. After all, she used to work in the maternity hospital, in the old one, on the embankment, where I was born. It turns out that many indigenous people of Blagoveshchensk passed through her hands. And I never tasted such delicious ice cream as she treated me to.

... The prices of that time are stamped on the pedestal of the monument - creamy 13 kopecks, chocolate - 15, and ice cream - 19. People bring flowers to the monument and put coins in a saucer - current and still Soviet trifles:

Thank you Grandma Zina! Thank you for teaching us kindness!