Alexander's article about the miracles of Nicholas the Wonderworker. Miracles of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker

"Ambulance"

In our family there lived for a long time a housekeeper, a pious woman. Her work was formalized by a contract, and we paid insurance premiums for it. When the woman grew old, she went to live with her relatives. When the new law on pensions came out, the old woman came to us to take from us the documents necessary for receiving a pension. I carefully guarded these documents, but when I began to look for them, I could not find them.

I searched for three days, rummaged through all the drawers, all the cabinets - and could not find it anywhere. When the old woman came again, I bitterly told her about my failure. The old woman was very upset, but said with humility: “Let's pray to St. Nicholas to help us, and if you don’t find it even then, then, apparently, I need to reconcile and forget about the pension.” In the evening, I fervently prayed to St. Nicholas, and that same evening I noticed some kind of paper bundle under the table near the wall. These were the very documents I was looking for. It turns out that the documents fell behind the desk drawer and fell out only after we fervently prayed to St. Nicholas. Everything went well, and the old woman began to receive a pension. So he heard our prayer and helped in trouble, St. Nicholas, who was quick to help.

"Are you an angel of God?"

One woman told an incident that happened to her in 1991. Her name is Ekaterina and she lives in Solnechnogorsk. One winter, she was walking along the shores of Lake Senezh and decided to take a break. I sat down on a bench to admire the lake. Grandmother was sitting on the same bench, and they started talking. We talked about life. The grandmother said that her son does not love her, the daughter-in-law offends her very much, they do not give her a “passage”.

Catherine is a pious, Orthodox woman, and, naturally, the conversation turned to God's help, faith, Orthodoxy, and life according to the Law of God. Catherine said that one should turn to God and seek help and support from Him. Grandmother replied that she had never gone to church and did not know prayers. And Catherine in the morning, not knowing why herself, put the Prayer Book in her bag. She remembered this, took out the Prayer Book from her bag and gave it to her grandmother.

The old woman looked at her in surprise: “Oh, and you, dear, won’t you disappear now?” "What's wrong with you?" Catherine asked. “Are you not an angel of God?” - the old woman was frightened and told what had happened to her a week ago. The situation in the house was such that she felt completely superfluous and decided to commit suicide. She came to the lake and sat down on the bench before throwing herself into the hole. An old man of a very handsome appearance, gray-haired, with curly hair, with a very kind face, sat down next to her and asked: “Where are you going? To drown? You don't know how scary it is where you're going! It's a thousand times scarier than your life right now." He was silent for a while and asked again: “Why don’t you go to church, why don’t you pray to God?” She replied that she had never gone to church and no one had taught her to pray. The old man asks: “Do you have any sins?” She replies, “What are my sins? I don't have any particular faults." And the old man began to remind her of her sins, bad deeds, even named those that she forgot about, about which no one could know except her. All she could do was be surprised and horrified. Finally she asked: “Well, how will I pray if I don’t know any prayers?” The old man replied: “Come here in a week, and you will have prayers. Go to church and pray." The old woman asked: “What is your name?”, And he replied: “Your name is Nikolai.” At that moment, she turned away for some reason, and when she turned around, there was no one around.

"A quick helper in need"

The pious working-class family had seven children. They lived near Moscow. It was at the beginning of the Great Patriotic War, when bread was given out on cards and in very limited quantities. At the same time, monthly cards were not renewed in case of loss. For bread in this family, the eldest of the children, Kolya, thirteen years old, went to the store.

In winter, on the day of St. Nicholas, he got up early and went for bread, which was enough only for the first buyers. He came first and waited at the door of the shop. He sees four guys coming. Noticing Kolya, they went straight to him. Like lightning, the thought flashed through my head: "Now they will take away the bread cards." And this doomed the whole family to starvation. In horror, he mentally cried out: "St. Nicholas, save me." Suddenly an old man appeared nearby, who approached him and said: "Come with me." He takes Kolya by the hand and, in front of the stunned and numb with surprise guys, takes him to the house. He disappeared near the house. Saint Nicholas remains the same "quick helper in trouble."

"What are you sleeping about?"

Here is what a participant in the Great Patriotic War named Nikolai told one priest. “I managed to escape from German captivity. I made my way through occupied Ukraine at night and hid somewhere during the day. Once, after wandering through the night, I fell asleep in the morning in the rye. Suddenly someone wakes me up. I see in front of me an old man in a priestly robe. The old man says: - What are you sleeping? Now the Germans will come here. I was frightened and asked: - Where can I run? The priest says: “Here, you see, there is a bush, run there as soon as possible.” I turned to run, but then I realized that I had not thanked my savior, turned around ... and he was already gone.

I realized that Saint Nicholas himself - my saint - was my savior. With all my might, I rushed to the bushes. In front of the bush, I see a river flowing, but not wide. I rushed into the water, climbed to the other side and hid in the bushes. I look out of the bushes - the Germans are walking along the rye with a dog. The dog leads them straight to where I slept. She circled there and led the Germans to the river. Then I slowly began to leave through the bushes, further and further. The river hid my trail from the dog, and I safely escaped the chase.”

"Cross-cross"

This story took place at the very beginning of the Great Patriotic War. It was told by a Moscow priest. It happened to one of his close relatives. She lived in Moscow. Her husband was at the front, and she was left alone with small children. They lived very poorly. Then there was a famine in Moscow. I had to live in difficult conditions for a very long time. The mother did not know what to do with the children, she could not calmly look at their suffering. At some point, she began to come into a state of complete despair and was going to take her own life. She had an old icon of St. Nicholas, although she did not especially revere him, she never prayed. She did not go to church. The icon may have been inherited from her mother.

And so she went up to this icon and began to reproach Saint Nicholas, shouting: “How can you look at all these sufferings, at how I suffer, struggle alone? You see my children are dying of hunger? And you do absolutely nothing to help me!” In desperation, the woman ran out onto the landing, perhaps already heading for the nearest river, or about to do something else with herself. And suddenly she stumbled, fell and saw two ten-ruble bills in front of her, folded crosswise. The woman was shocked, began to look: maybe someone dropped it, if there was anyone nearby, but she sees: there is no one. And she understood that the Lord had mercy on her, and St. Nicholas sent her this money.

This made such a strong impression on her that it became the beginning of her conversion to God, to the Church. Of course, she left all bad thoughts, returned home to her icon, began to pray, cry, give thanks. With the money sent to her, she bought groceries. But most importantly, she gained faith that the Lord is near, that He does not leave a person, and that in such difficult moments when a person needs help, the Lord will definitely give it.

Then she began to go to the temple. All her children became church Orthodox people, and one son even became a priest.

"Mother and Baby Rescue"

Along the entire village where my grandmother lived, the river Veletma flows. Now the river has become shallow and narrow, the deepest places for children are knee-deep, but before Veletma was deep, full-flowing. And the banks of the river were swampy, swampy. And it was necessary for this to happen - her three-year-old son Vanechka slid off the log into this swamp in front of his mother's eyes and immediately went to the bottom. Elizabeth rushed to him, jumped into the swamp, grabbed her son. And she doesn't know how to swim. I remembered it was too late. And they both began to sink. She prayed to Nicholas the Wonderworker, asking for the salvation of the souls of sinners. And a miracle happened. Like a wave, a large strong current lifted the mother and baby above the swamp and lowered them onto a dry, fallen tree that blocked the swampy place like a bridge. My uncle Vanya is still alive, he is now over seventy.

"Now I need help!"

When the St. Nicholas Church in Zelenograd was being restored, an old woman of about seventy came to the restoration work and said that she had come to help. They were surprised: “Where can I help you?” She says, "No, put me in some physical work." They laughed, and then they look: she really started to carry something, she tries to stand on the most difficult places. They asked what prompted her to do this. She said that one of these days an old man suddenly comes into her room and says: “Listen, how much you asked me for help, and now I need help, I need help” ... She was surprised. Then she remembered that the door in her room was closed. By the image, she recognized Saint Nicholas and realized that it was he who came to her and called her to help. She knew that the St. Nicholas Church was being restored, and now she came ...

Return of the lost

It happened when my husband worked for the owner in a bread stall. I then lost my job, and we were very poor. The daughter and her family lived in Vorkuta at that time. Literally, with the last money, she called me and said that a lot of things are being decided in their fate now, and that she wrote about everything in two letters. You can imagine how I worried about her and waited for these letters! And so they came.

I was just carrying lunch to my husband and put them unopened in my coat pocket. But when she returned, there were no letters in her pocket. Looks like I dropped them on the way. What happened to me! .. I ran back, examining every centimeter of the road, but I did not find any letters. I came home, fell on my knees in front of the icons, wept and began to pray and ask Father Nicholas the Wonderworker to help me. I begged him to return the letters to me. I said, sobbing, that they were from my unfortunate child and that any money was dearer to me, that it would be better if I lost money than these letters.

And at some point, peace entered my soul, as if I had heard the answer to my prayer. Both letters were in the mailbox the next day. Some kind hand picked them up and lowered them there. With all my heart I thanked the Lord and Father Nicholas the Wonderworker for the great mercy towards me. But the miracles didn't end there.

In the evening, my husband came home from work - there was no face on him. It turned out that he accepted a fake fifty-thousandth bill, gave bread and change from it, and at that time this money was almost entirely his salary. He was walking home and did not know how to tell me about it: after all, this meant that we would have to starve for more than one day, and I was already exhausted, saving every penny. But in my soul there was such joy from the letters presented to me that not only was I not upset, but once again, together with my husband, thanked my quick assistant and the great Wonderworker for his mercy to us. After all, everything happened according to my word: I said that these letters are dearer to me than money. So how could I be annoyed with my husband for this very money?

And then a second miracle happened: the owner forgave us this shortage and gave us a full salary. I say “miracle” because this man never forgave even the smallest damage to himself, and at that time fifty thousand was a very large sum. And I am deeply convinced that this miracle would not have happened if I had forgotten my words uttered in a moment of fervent prayer, had pity on this money and myself, scolded my husband for inattention.

It was a test of our faith, and thank God that He gave us the strength to endure this test. Blessed be Father Nicholas the Wonderworker! Low bow to him and great gratitude for helping us, sinners and the weak.

Tatyana Ilyina, St. Petersburg

Our family patron

Once I bought a tiny icon of St. Nicholas and hung it on the wall. I am a blocker, my stomach often hurts. At four o'clock in the morning, exhausted from pain, I knelt down and prayed: "If you can hear me, Saint Nicholas the Wonderworker, help me - there is no strength." The pain that had tormented me for several weeks was gone. Healthy, full of strength, six months later I celebrated my anniversary.

And two years later, for my sins - I went to visit guests during Great Lent, had fun - I fell ill again. And again she prayed before the icon of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker: “Help, Father Nicholas! I can’t walk, and I can’t overcome my pain on my own. And then I will put a candle in front of each icon, near which there is a candlestick, in Nikolsky Cathedral.

The pain started to let me go. On the third day I was able to get up and go with my daughter from Sestroretsk, where I live, to St. Petersburg, to St. Nicholas Cathedral. Saint Nicholas helped me there too. I come and see that only expensive candles are left, and there are no candlesticks to count. I was afraid that I didn't have enough money. I bought more candles, began to go around the cathedral and put them in front of the icons. But I feel that my candles will soon run out, and I won’t be able to buy as many as I need, I won’t be able to fulfill my promise. Suddenly, the daughter calls: “Mom, they brought small inexpensive candles there!” That was my joy! I thanked St. Nicholas for the help of the ambulance. I went to the candlestick to buy these candles for home, but they were already over.

The third time helped me in the illness of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, when during the Easter week I turned to him with a fervent prayer: “Heal me for the sake of the Resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ!”

Saint Nicholas saved me when an evil man approached me on the street. I was returning from the store, and he tightly grabbed my hand and started talking nasty things. In such cases, I always managed to wriggle out, but here I couldn’t, I even cried from despair. I think he will drag me into the gateway, in broad daylight, and no one will intercede. What a shame in old age! I raised my head to the sky and said: “St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, help me get away from him!” The man let go of his hand, and I ran across the road. I turned around - I feel: something is happening to him, and left sooner.

Larisa, St. Petersburg

At the Cross

I was born in an atheistic environment. Family, school, books, television and newspapers completely blocked our generation's path to knowing the Truth. Perestroika and the collapse of old stereotypes led me to a painful search for the meaning of life. When I was demobilized, I discovered that the ideals that seemed clear and unchanging in the army turned out to be illusory and false in civilian life.

My spiritual wanderings of those times are akin to the search for many young people: rock music, informal associations, student skits, and finally, Freemasonry - thank God, only its pathetic semblance - and sectarianism. In the end, I decided to commit suicide. But the Lord saved me. After the hospital, I began to read Dostoevsky a lot, then Solovyov, Ilyin and, finally, Metropolitan John of St. Petersburg and Ladoga. But St. Nicholas played the main role in my churching.

This was in 1991. After graduating from the institute, I was assigned to a distant taiga town. I had to go through the city of Mineralnye Vody, and for several days I stopped in Kislovodsk. On the last day of my stay there, I wandered aimlessly around the city.

There was some change in my pocket, and I decided to go to the candy store. There was a break. Unexpectedly for myself, I found myself near a small wooden cross, on which a sign hung with an explanation that St. Nicholas Cathedral would be built on this site. There was a candlestick by the cross. A candlestick was on duty next to the donation box.

I was about to leave when two women approached the cross, a mother and daughter, who differed from those around them in an inexplicable natural aristocracy. Involuntarily admiring them, I lingered at the cross. They slowly bought candles, put their donations into the box and began to pray. It was something incomprehensible to me, and at the same time uniquely beautiful. Tears streamed down the girl's face. Their prayers were fervent and sincere. I don't know why, but I wanted to cry too. The soul was filled with hitherto unknown tenderness. I suddenly felt with all my heart something important, which my restless soul so longed for.

Those women had long gone, their candles had burned out long ago, the break in the confectionery shop had long ended, and I kept standing and standing at the cross - a small, unprepossessing one, which suddenly became dear to me. Pulling out all the change from my pocket, I handed it to the candle holder: “Do not disdain, mother. That's all I have." She smiled and told the parable of the poor widow and her mite. Since then, this place in Kislovodsk has been especially sacred to me. Now the walls of a majestic temple have risen there. Every time I approach him with spiritual trepidation, as if I were going on a date with the saint himself.

Later St. Nicholas the Wonderworker saved my son. It was to him that I fervently prayed for the preservation of the life of an unborn baby. Today it is hard to imagine what would have happened to me if that summer day, God's saint Nikola had not led me to a small cross, for a moment opening for me the cover of the greatest secret of the universe, whose name is Truth.

Oleg Seledtsov, Maikop

Thanks to my mother's faith

Our family is from Edrovo, Valdai district, Novgorod region. Previously, two churches flaunted in the center of the village: in honor of the icon of the Mother of God “Joy of All Who Sorrow” and Nikolskaya. Let's talk about the second temple.

As a five-year-old girl, my mother, along with other children, frolicked near the church. A thunderstorm was approaching, but everyone was laughing: copying adults, they crossed themselves and fell to their knees. Suddenly there was a strong thunderclap. Everyone froze, and my mother saw a huge fiery cross above the church. She ran home in confusion. Since then, throughout her long, very difficult life, mother honored St. Nicholas the Wonderworker.

She studied at school for only two years: she was sent to a nanny, then she served as a maid in St. Petersburg. I saw the revolution, I felt sorry for the young junkers, who were seized right on the streets and taken away to be shot. She returned to her homeland, got married, married her husband in St. Nicholas Church. The eldest son, Boris, served in Kronstadt on the destroyer Strict. Then he said: “Mom, your prayer has always saved me. Once we were on duty with a friend on deck. A shell fell, a comrade died, but I am alive. Bitter for my comrade, happy for myself.

During the war, we were evacuated to the Sverdlovsk region. We arrived at a remote village. Early in the winter morning, my mother went to the district center to look for a job. All the way mother prayed to St. Nicholas the Wonderworker for help. Suddenly, a dark spot appeared in the distance. Isn't it a wolf? Coming closer, my mother saw an unfamiliar man who told her in detail how to get to the regional center. Thanks to God and St. Nicholas, my mother arrived safely, got a job in a vegetable store and began to bring us delicious vegetables every evening.

After the blockade of Leningrad was broken, we were allowed to return home to Yedrovo. For two years, our garden was overgrown with weeds. For several days, my mother dug it up by hand and did not go to work on the collective farm. For this, an application was filed against her in the people's court. Valdai judge Shtokman pounded the table with her fist: “You are not Soviet, we will evict you!” Mom didn't cry. After the verdict - six months of "forced labor" - she bowed to the assembly and calmly said: "Thank you, good people."

At home she prayed for a long time, wrote a letter to her son in Kronstadt. At night, my mother had a dream: she is sitting on a collective farm field after harvesting flax and sees how the sky has opened and the Mother of God with the Baby in her arms is moving from the depths, smiling at her. Mom shouted: “Look, Mother of God, look!” But everyone was just surprised, and the vision disappeared. A few days later my brother Boris arrived, went to Valdai and restored justice. The court decision was cancelled.

So, thanks to my mother's faith, the Lord kept our family with the prayers of the Most Holy Theotokos and St. Nicholas the Wonderworker amid many troubles and trials.

My mother went to the Lord on St. Nicholas of Winter and was buried on the site of the former St. Nicholas Church in the village of Lokotsko, in front of the altar. There is now a chapel next to her grave, where we pray and thank the Lord for everything, as my dear mother thanked Him.

And in the St. Nicholas Church of our native village of Edrovo, a tea room was set up, from which cleaners ran away at midnight, hearing the bell ringing and church singing. Now the Moscow-Petersburg highway passes in its place.

Zinaida Gadalina, Novgorod region

“How worthy to sing your miracles?”

In 1988, I was hospitalized with bouts of severe pain. I had a difficult operation. My husband was at St. Nicholas Cathedral, praying to St. Nicholas the Wonderworker and St. healer Panteleimon about my recovery. I must say that at that time I was not baptized and rarely went to church, did not understand the services and turned to God only with requests for help. Before the operation, mentally calling to the Lord Jesus Christ, I promised to be baptized if I remained alive. Asked for help from St. Nicholas the Wonderworker and St. healer Panteleimon. And - about a miracle! The most difficult operation, which lasted about three hours, ended successfully. I recovered without complications. After leaving the hospital, she was baptized in St. Nicholas Cathedral. Glory and thanksgiving to the Lord Jesus Christ, St. Nicholas and St. Panteleimon.

My daughter was very sad about her childlessness. With faith and hope, I again turned to St. Nicholas the Wonderworker. I prayed at his miraculous icon in St. Nicholas Cathedral. And a year later, the desired, implored son and grandson was born. Glory to the Lord in His saints!

The third instance of the explicit help of St. Nicholas Ugodnik happened to me recently. I love the sea very much, but I was always afraid to swim far. At that time, the sea was calm, and, chiding myself for indecision, calling on the help of the Guardian Angel, I swam a long distance. Then it was as if someone ordered me: “Come back!” There was no one around. I slowly swam towards the shore.

The tide has begun. The waves pushed me closer and closer to the shore. I rejoiced in their "help". And suddenly, almost at the very shore, they began to cover me with my head. I did not have time to take in air, take a breath, did not reach the bottom. I realized: a little more, and I will drown. From the fear of dying without confession, without Holy Communion, I began to mentally cry out to the Lord and the Mother of God for help. The waves seemed to cover me less often. Convulsively trying to remember the name of the saint helping at sea, she exclaimed: “Saint Nicholas! Help me, give me the strength to cry out for help, calm the waves!” And ... she was able to shout, call her daughter. They listened to me and helped me. Saved! Everything happened in a matter of minutes. Glory and thanksgiving to the Lord Jesus Christ, Mother of God, St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, Holy Guardian Angel!

When it is hard for me, mournfully, I pray, read akathists, canons. Thoughts, heart and soul are calmed. Joy and strength come to live on.

Tamara, St. Petersburg

The day I was born

I was born on May 22 and didn’t think before about what a wonderful day it is. She came to the Lord recently, already having a family and two children. I know that I will follow the path of Orthodoxy, and my children will be by my side. I would like to tell you about how St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, having heard my prayers.

In the kindergarten, in the group where I work as an educator, government money was kept. Somehow I felt really bad. She took time off to go home, but before leaving, she decided to hide the money lying in plain sight on the bottom shelf, where no one looks. Having removed other things, in a serious condition, I hardly made it to the house. She told the caller where she put the money.

A heart attack put me out of action for a long time. And when I returned to work, I found out that my partner had not found the money, and she had not been looking very hard. After crying, breaking all the cabinets and turning everything upside down, suspecting one person in my soul, I nevertheless pulled myself together and decided to gradually repay the debt. Government money, there was nowhere to go.

A month has passed. With my grief, I went to church, and at confession I told that I doubted the person. Suddenly it dawned on me! Remembering that on my birthday the memory of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, I came to the Holy Trinity Izmailovsky Cathedral, to the image of the saint. I asked Saint Nicholas to help me remove the pain of suspicion from my soul. She begged him: “If the money is in the group, tell me where it is. I don’t want to think badly about people!”

The next day, having again prayed at home to St. Nicholas, she came to work and immediately, as if by chance, went to the right place. I have looked for money there before, but maybe not as carefully as I should. She opened the closet, took the folder and immediately saw the lost money in it. Never would have thought I could put them there! How I rejoiced, apologized to the employees, thanked the Lord and St. Nicholas!

It may seem to someone that there is nothing surprising in my story, but for me it was a real miracle and deliverance from evil thoughts. And on the Trinity in the temple, we were presented with icons of St. Nicholas. And now I have his icon at home. Yes, and in the temple I always hasten to his image, thank you, I ask for his warm intercession before the Lord. My heart opened up and turned to Saint Nicholas.

Anna Bolachkova, St. Petersburg

At the site of a miraculous phenomenon

On June 11, 1897, a thundercloud swept over the village of Kuyuki in the Kazan province, bursting into a terrible hail and an unprecedented downpour in these places. The hail was so strong that it destroyed the crops of many farms and injured the peasants. The downpour knocked down gates and fences. When the next day, the Kuyukov peasants left their homes, they were surprised to find that their dry river Kuyukovka had turned into a turbulent stream that had changed its course. On the banks of the stream, layers of strong rubble stone appeared. The Kuyukovites really needed it both for construction and for sale. While quarrying the stone, the peasants acquired a small chased image of St. Nicholas.

An unusual find - a copper image floated on top of the water - made the Kuyukovites think: what to do with the image, where to put it? Before the arrival of the priest, they built something like an lectern out of stones, covered it with a white tablecloth, and placed on top the image of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker. Lighted up the lamp. The people went to the holy face, prayed before him, leaving their labor pennies on a donation platter. With these donations, local peasants built a stone temple in two years, where they transferred the honest icon.

The image became famous for many miracles. There were days when up to five thousand pilgrims gathered to bow to St. Nicholas.

Now the church is in disrepair. But every year on June 25, at the place where the icon was found, where the cross was placed, a prayer service is served with the blessing of water to St. Nicholas. On this day, the priest sanctifies the lake. People bathe in it, and there are cases of healing from diseases.

Galina, Kazan

Face of a saint

My mother had an old icon of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker. There was no mother - there was no icon. Wrapped in a rag, put in a chest, carried to a closet. There was no one to pray before the icon: there is no faith in the soul either in Christ or in the saints.

Time has passed. I was sorting through some little things in a chest, and this icon of St. Nicholas caught my eye. I took it in my hands, looked closely - a stern, almost stern face was looking at me. The longer I look, the more I feel great wisdom in this face, as if the saint wants to tell me something very important for my life. My heart suddenly ached, it began to speak: some feeling was ashamed inside. It didn't feel right. How many years has the icon been lying, but I have never thought of it! I brought it into the room, put it in a corner. No, no, yes, and look at St. Miracle Worker. Sometimes I cross. The soul is callous, unresponsive, empty. No faith, no

One late evening I was lying in bed with my eyes closed: there was no sleep, different thoughts were wandering in my head. Suddenly I hear just above my ear: “My daughter!” The words were spoken loud and clear. I didn't attach much importance to it. I forgot. It's been three days. Everything repeated, only I heard different words: “I have been waiting for you for a long time.” I involuntarily combined these two phrases. I thought. What does it mean? Whose voice is this? Undoubtedly: it was from an icon! I realized that Saint Nicholas was waiting for me to turn to him.

What love for man, what patience! For many years, God's saint waited for me to finally see the light and turn to the Lord, to him. I did not know prayers, but, as best I could, I asked for forgiveness from the saint. Since then, I began to turn to him with faith and reverence. I understood what God, our Savior, means to us. He settled in my heart for the rest of my life. How much I lost before, how long my sinful soul longed for communion with God!

I began to join the Church, taught my children to pray and believe in God. It is impossible to convey the feelings that settled in me when I became connected with the Lord through the Sacraments of the Church. Now there is strength to live, believe, love and win. I began to look at everything and everyone with different eyes.

Tamara Ivanova, Saratov

“My faith has grown stronger”

When I had a premature birth, I took with me to the hospital a prayer book and icons of the Savior, the Most Holy Theotokos and St. Nicholas the Wonderworker. I calmed myself only by the fact that on the holiday my child would not die. For almost a week, the baby was on the verge of life and death, and all these days I locked myself in my soul, put icons in front of me and prayed, prayed, prayed ...

On October 20, a son was born. He breathed on his own - the doctors said it was a miracle. And he breathed on his own for a day: there was no free artificial respiration apparatus in the hospital. I was told to be ready for anything. And I prayed. Then there were ten days of resuscitation, a children's clinic, cerebral hemorrhage, weak lungs, low weight ... I understood that this was a test given to me by God. My faith has grown stronger. My husband believed and was baptized. In the hospital, they managed to christen their son with the name Nikolai. Soon the child began to recover, we were discharged.

A month later, an icon of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, written with the one that is at the relics of the saint, for the Cathedral of Christ the Savior. Of course, I took my son to her. The child was predicted to have disability and many chronic diseases. But for a year now, he has been alive and well. With an unusual trepidation for a baby, he accepts the Holy Gifts. Becomes serious in front of the icons.

“Prelate Father Nicholas, pray to God for us!”

Julia, Yekaterinburg

healing world

When my son was not yet two years old, he had severe food poisoning. My wife called me at work and said that he was in serious condition. The temperature is high and constantly rising. The doctor will come in the afternoon, and if the child gets worse before his arrival, an ambulance should be called. I immediately went home. The son was lying in the crib, pointlessly staring at the ceiling, not recognizing anyone. When I touched his head, my heart went cold with fear: the fontanel * was open, like a newborn. The wife was in a state of pre-stress, she read “Theotokos Virgin” and trusted only in God.

I threw myself in the holy corner on my knees in front of the icons and began to pray fervently. Then he returned to his son and, putting his hand on his stomach, read "Our Father". We decided not to call an ambulance. When the doctor came, the child felt better, the temperature dropped. The doctor said that he could not send his son to the intensive care unit, but give him medicines that he would prescribe. After the doctor left, I prayerfully anointed the forehead and belly of the boy with oil from the shrine of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker with the addition of peace from his relics. It was Thursday - the day of the memory of this saint. The son fell asleep. The wife ran to the pharmacy for medicines.

An hour later, the child woke up. The temperature is normal, there is a smile on the face, the fontanel is closed. We realized that a miracle had happened. The son recovered without having time to take the medicine. “Did anyone come to you in a dream?” I asked. “Yes,” he replied. Saint Nicholas the Wonderworker healed our child.

Sergey, Samara

“Many from death ischitive”

When the war began, our family lived in Gatchina. We had to evacuate with part of the Putilov plant, where my father worked, to the Urals. Early in the morning we left the house on a horse. By evening we reached Aleksandrovka, where a military patrol stopped us. We were forced to take a vacant house on the edge of the village. There was no light. Mom threw some things on the floor and made a bed for all of us in the right corner of the hut.

At night, an intense raid began: the Germans rushed to Pulkovo. Our anti-aircraft guns answered. There was a strong roar, everything was on fire, and it was very scary. We huddled together, began to pray: “Lord, help me!” When another explosion lit up the room, my mother screamed and looked into the corner opposite. There, in a strip of light, the icon of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker was clearly visible. We begged him.

Leaving Alexandrovka, my mother took the icon with her. He went through the whole war with us, and we had to go through three fascist concentration camps. St. Nicholas the Wonderworker protected us, and we returned alive.

Nina Sokolova, St. Petersburg

“Warming those who are in scum”

In 1922, I had to preach in one of the churches beyond Taganka, not far from the Rogozhsky cemetery. He spoke about St. Nicholas the Wonderworker and about how many miracles he performed and how quick he was.

I agreed. P-ki and his wife lived not far from the temple. They were childless; from the situation and things it was clear that before they had good means.

Here is what the hospitable host told me: “My father lived in a small county town in the Voronezh province. He was engaged in petty trade, buying hemp, flax, leather, etc. from the villages. We lived poorly; my father had a large family.

One day in December, when I was ten years old, my father decided to take me with him, heading to the villages, located twenty-five versts from the city, to buy up goods. We had an old horse and a very light sled. It was a beautiful winter day. The sun was already warming up, the road was good, and we did not notice how we had driven more than ten miles from the city. The terrain there is steppe, and we did not come across a single village along the way.

Suddenly the wind changed, clouds came up and it began to rain. The road turned black. Soon all our clothes got wet, and water began to flow under our collars. Also, suddenly the wind turned to the north, frost hit and a blizzard roared around. A snowstorm in that area is a very dangerous thing, and my father, worried, began to drive the horse, which moved with difficulty along the snow-covered road. The storm intensified. Wet clothes turned to ice, and we began to suffer from a cold wind that penetrated through clothes to the very body. The horse slowed down and finally stood up. Suddenly we felt somehow warm and pleasant, and we began to doze off. Finally I fell asleep.

Suddenly I saw in the distance some kind of luminous dot, which was rapidly approaching, increasing in volume and gradually taking the form of a light oval, on which the face of an elderly man with a short beard and dark hair, but gray at the ends, soon appeared.

This man looked menacingly at me and said: "Vasya, wake up your father." I made an attempt to get up to do this, but all my limbs refused to obey me, and I could not move. Then the elder shouted loudly: “Vasily, they tell you! Wake up your father, because you are freezing!” I again made an attempt to get up and wake my father - but again to no avail. And suddenly I noticed that my hand was on my father's hand. Then I pressed it with all my might with my nails through my mitten.

Father woke up, and at that moment a dog barked not far from us. Then he stood up, crossed himself and said: “Thank God, we are saved!” Then he got out of the sleigh and went to bark, paying no attention to the snowstorm.

Soon we came across a wattle fence. The dog barked louder. Walking along the wattle fence, my father came to the hut of a single-palace who lived here on his land. When he came out to knock, my father explained to him that we had lost our way and were already beginning to freeze.

Five minutes later I found myself in a hotly heated hut, where they rubbed me with warm vodka and laid me, wrapped in a sheepskin coat, on the stove. The samovar arrived. They gave me tea and I fell asleep like a log. The next day we got up late, but completely healthy and decided to return home.

I somehow completely forgot about the vision, thinking it was a dream, and I didn't tell anyone.

On the first of January, my mother says to me: “You, Vasya, have a birthday today. Let's go to mass: you will confess and partake of the Holy Mysteries." When the service was over, my mother lingered in the church, not finding her commemoration anywhere. While she was looking for her, I began to wander around the temple and suddenly, to my amazement, I saw on the right pillar supporting the dome the image of the elder who appeared to me when my father and I were freezing during our unsuccessful trip. It struck me so much that I could not take my eyes off this image, written directly on the plastered wall.

By the way, the artist depicted something that cannot be: the old man has dark hair on his head, and their ends are gray. This is how the old man seemed to me when I was freezing. The elder was depicted in full growth against a light background of an oval-shaped medallion, in a cross-shaped phelonion, as I saw him.

Mother began to call me home. I, excited, began to make signs to her so that she would come up to me. Then I told her about what happened to me when we were caught in the field by a blizzard.

The story made a strong impression on my mother. She told me: “This is an image of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker. He saved your life and your father's." She immediately asked to call a priest from the altar, to whom she gave my story and asked to serve a prayer of thanksgiving with an akathist to St. Nicholas.

Saint Nicholas saved my life after many, many years, when I already lived in Moscow and had a fairly well-known enterprise in the city, sometimes successfully competing with Mendl. This was in 1920.

Time was hungry. It was possible to buy something edible in the village only in exchange for some things, valuable items, clothes or shoes. At the same time, the peasants valued all this very cheaply, and the supplies sold, on the contrary, were very expensive.

In January or February, taking with me pieces of chintz, some clothes, and similar items for exchange, I went by rail to the Tula province, a place well known to me, where I knew several wealthy peasants. Leaving the car at one of the stations beyond Tula, I came to a neighboring village where a peasant I knew lived. I told him about the purpose for which I had come, and asked to borrow a horse to go to one of the nearest villages, where, in response to my request, they promised to give me three sacks of potatoes in exchange for textiles and clothes.

They gave me a horse, and the next day I went to this village. There I rather successfully exchanged chintz and a three-piece jacket for potatoes and, after resting a little, set off on my way back. In the middle of the path I was following, I had to go uphill. The road was lined with birches on both sides, and I could not see what was happening behind the trees.

Suddenly, a huge convoy appeared from around the bend, carrying some goods from the railway station. It had recently snowed heavily and the road was very narrow. Wishing to give way to the wagon train, I turned my horse to the left and began to make my way closer to the birches, when suddenly, not noticing the slope, I felt that the sleigh first leaned over, and then fell down, dragging the horse along with it.

I found myself in a ravine filled with loose snow, under an overturned sleigh. The horse lay on its side, leaning against the shaft. All attempts of the horse to rise failed, since the loose snow was very deep, and it was not possible to firmly lean on the soil with its feet. For the same reason, although I with difficulty freed my head from under the sled, I could not throw off the sled and stand on my feet. My feet, finding no support, slipped helplessly and got stuck in the snow, loose as sand.

While I was floundering like this, the wind changed to the north, and the frost began to noticeably intensify. I felt very cold, although at first, when I was still trying to get on my feet, I even sweated from my efforts. The horse dutifully lay down.

Suddenly I felt the same as twenty-five years ago, when my late father and I almost froze to death. My trembling had passed, a pleasant warmth spread over my body, and to the sound of tall firs swaying in the wind, I began to feel sleepy. I again began to make desperate movements, trying to get on my feet, but only got deeper into the snow. Then I raised a strong cry. I shouted so loudly that my voice could probably be heard at a great distance. Soon over my head, on a high slope where the road passed, I heard the creak of skids and the voices of people passing by. I screamed even louder.

The creaking of the runners ceased, and soon I could hear two men making their way towards me with great difficulty, talking to each other. Finally they noticed me. They approached, looked sympathetically, made an attempt to raise the horse, trampling down the snow around the sleigh. But they failed to do anything, and they left, shouting to me: “There are four of us riding in a sledge. All the same, we can’t take you with us, dear man, and we don’t know where to take the horse. We are strangers, from afar. Shout, perhaps the locals will hear and help you. Farewell!” Then they left.

The wind picked up and it started to snow. Soon everything swirled around, rustled: the wind carried whole clouds of dry snow. I realized that I was dying.

Then I remembered how in my childhood, when I was in the same trouble, St. Nicholas the Wonderworker. And, lying in a ravine, covered with snow, I turned to the great saint with an earnest prayer for salvation.

I remember,” P-kii continued his story, “that I prayed with tears, like a child, summing up my appeal to St. Nicholas: “God's servant! You saved my life when I died as a child with my father, freezing in the steppe twenty-five years ago. Have mercy and now with your holy prayers save my life, do not let me die without repentance in a foreign land. You are quick to help those who call you with faith. Save me, I'm dying!"

As soon as I finished my prayer, I heard the creak of skids above me and the voice of people. It was clear that a large convoy was moving. I screamed with all my might. The creaking of the skids stopped. The convoy stopped, and I saw several peasants who, having rolled down the slope, were walking towards me, sinking almost waist-deep into loose snow. There were four or five of them. With difficulty they lifted me and the horse, and, taking it by the bridle, led me down to the side road, along which I climbed again to the main road.

Three quarters of an hour later I was already at the house of a friend who had lent me a horse, who, seeing that a strong blizzard had risen and it had become dark, began to worry about me.

I warmly thanked the Lord God and St. Nicholas the Wonderworker for the second salvation of my life,” he finished the story, adding that from that time on he began to especially revere this great saint of God.

“Here,” P-kiy added, “they say that miracles do not happen, but I believe that the Lord saved me through the prayers of St. Nicholas".

His story could not but make a deep impression on me.

Archpriest Konstantin Rovinsky From the book “Conversations of an Old Priest” M., 1995

New Miracles of St. Nicholas. M., 2000

The real person of the III century AD. This saint became famous for his purposefulness in serving the Almighty Lord and sincere kindness to others. For his great work, he was canonized by the church as a saint. The unbelievable deeds of the monk were known even during his lifetime.

Help of St. Nicholas

Modern miracles of Nicholas the Wonderworker are distinguished by colossal power and are intended to save people who find themselves in the most difficult or deadly situations. There is a lot of information from the laity and church ministers who saw with their own eyes the divine accomplishments on behalf of this great monk.

During the period of the USSR, famous for its anti-religious persecution of Christians, people were afraid to share stories about incredible incidents of a divine nature. Soviet citizens saw how the monasteries were closed and the bells were removed, and then melted down for the needs of the metallurgical industry. The communist authorities forbade conversations about God and canceled all church holidays.

At present, the laity have a great opportunity to share with each other the stories of the miraculous deeds of Nicholas the Pleasant (Wonderworker).

Adoration of the relics of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker in the Cathedral of Christ the Savior.

Appearance of the Angel of the Lord

This incident happened to one woman in 1991. Walking along the shore of the lake, she started a conversation with an old grandmother. The latter began to confess, saying that her family did not love her at all and wished her a speedy death. The pious woman presented her with a prayer book, began to talk about God's help and said that salvation should be sought from the Creator or His eternal servants.

Grandma answered this with her story.

A week before this acquaintance, she came to the same place with the aim of suicide. She was saved from a terrible deed by an old man who pointed out her sins to her grandmother and ordered her to come here in seven days, because here she would learn to ask before the Lord. The elder introduced himself as Nicholas and recalled that suicide brings colossal suffering to the soul.

Miracles consisted in the fact that the woman gave the old woman a prayer book.

On a note! The reverend has many names, because he provides diverse assistance to all people. He was called a miracle worker, so he could resurrect the dead and heal terrible ailments. He is a saint because he devoted his whole life to asceticism and serving the Heavenly Father.

The reverend is rightfully revered throughout the Christian tradition.

Miracles of Saint Nicholas in the form of a cross

The story took place in 1941. The wife stayed in Moscow with the children, and the husband went to the front. Mother and family had a very hard time. She plunged into despair, seeing the suffering of her offspring, and conceived suicide. She was not religious, she did not know how to read prayers, but an old icon of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker was found at home.

The doomed mother impulsively began to reproach the holy image for the fact that the Lord was not able to save her family from starvation.

She was about to put the terrible idea of suicide into action, but on the way she stumbled and found two ten-ruble banknotes folded in the form of a cross. After a while, she realized that the money was handed to her by the mercy of the Almighty.

The incident changed her worldview, she sincerely believed, began to go to churches and thank Nicholas for the wonderful gift.

About other miracles in Orthodoxy:

Miracles of the descent of the Holy Fire in the Church of the Holy Sepulcher

Miracles through prayer

Atheistically minded people are hard to convince of the real viability of the holy image.

Read about prayers to the saint:

In our time, there is a large amount of convincing evidence from the lips of people praying for something. Some survived in accidents, others gained health after many years of a terrible illness, and still others found their other half and happiness until their death.

Once, before going to bed, a woman who rarely turns to the icon of the Wonderworker, which was left from her deceased mother, heard the words "My daughter." She did not attach much importance to this "vision", but three days later everything happened again. The woman realized that Saint Nicholas wanted to communicate. Her mind began to see clearly, the worldview turned towards religion. The woman began to join the church and ask for protection for her family and all of humanity.
In one wealthy family, a God-fearing housekeeper worked until old age. When the pension law came out, the hostess could not find the necessary documents, which greatly upset the pious grandmother. She offered to humbly pray in front of the image of St. Nicholas the Pleasant. On the same evening, the hostess found a paper bundle with the documents necessary for the pension.
A small child (2 years old) had a severe food poisoning, the temperature rose, and the condition quickly worsened. The father was shocked to see the open "spring", and the mother passionately read a prayer in front of the shrine of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker. Upon the arrival of the doctor, the child's condition improved somewhat, and the parents hurried to anoint his forehead and stomach with consecrated oil, which received strength from a fervent request. The boy recovered without even taking ordinary medicines.

The miracles of St. Nicholas presented above are only a small part of the many created deeds.

Important! The saint humbly served God and worked for the good of society, his spirit and body are so pure that they continue to help for a long time after death. The Christian world has high hopes for the images of this incredible man.

Watch a video about the miracles of Nicholas the Wonderworker

Crosswise This story took place at the very beginning of the Great Patriotic War. It was told to me by a Moscow priest. It happened with […]

Crosswise

This story took place at the very beginning of the Great Patriotic War. It was told to me by a Moscow priest. It happened to one of his close relatives. She lived in Moscow. Her husband was at the front, and she was left alone with small children. They lived very poorly. Then there was a famine in Moscow. I had to live in difficult conditions for a very long time. The mother did not know what to do with the children, she could not calmly look at their suffering. At some point, she began to come into a state of complete despair and was going to take her own life. She had an old icon of St. Nicholas, although she did not especially revere him, she never prayed. She did not go to church. The icon may have been inherited from her mother.

And so she went up to this icon and began to reproach Saint Nicholas, shouting: “How can you look at all these sufferings, at how I suffer, struggle alone? You see my children are dying of hunger? And you do absolutely nothing to help me!” In desperation, the woman ran out onto the landing, perhaps already heading for the nearest river, or about to do something else with herself. And suddenly she stumbled, fell, and saw two ten-ruble bills in front of her, folded crosswise. The woman was shocked, began to look: maybe someone dropped it, if there was anyone nearby, but she sees: there is no one. And she understood that the Lord had mercy on her, and St. Nicholas sent her this money.

Then she began to go to the temple. All her children became church Orthodox people, and one son even became a priest.

Saint Nicholas visited his temple

In the spring of 1976, the day after the feast of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, nun Olimpiada (now deceased) said that at the festive Divine Liturgy in the St.

Two priests served in the altar, Archpriests Anatoly Filin and Lev Lebedev (also now deceased - he died a priest of the Russian Orthodox Church Abroad).

After the service, one of them was asked a question:

– And where is the third priest who served with you?

- Which? Yes, there was no one except the two of us!

Meanwhile, several eyewitnesses through the opened Royal Doors, to their right, saw a gray-haired old man standing in the altar in the bishop's place, who fervently prayed and bowed. His clothes were much brighter, richer than the vestments of other priests, his robe seemed to be on fire. It is known for certain: there is not and was not in the sacristy of the St. Nicholas Church such exquisite vestments. So those who saw the elder thought: the capital's priest came to visit. Meanwhile, Bishop Chrysostomos of Kursk was away on that patronal day. And in the rest everything was as always. Only the day before, the father rector neglected the instructions of the Commissioner for Religious Affairs, took and placed on the lectern, for worship, the miraculous image of the Hierarch in white robes. But the miraculous priest did not come out of the altar to worship the shrine.

Having learned about the mysterious visitor, the priests began to check whether their reflection was reflected in the glass of the icons, they became different, this way and that, but they did not see anything similar.

Girls, this is amazing! - then remarked, turning to the choristers, one of the archpriests who served that Liturgy.

- How handsome he was, how earnestly he was baptized, but he laid bows, everything in the High Place. We thought it was Bishop Pimen of Saratov,” the singers answered.

And only with time people realized that the third priest that day in the St. Nicholas Church was ... Saint and Wonderworker Nicholas!

Evgenius Muravlev

living miracle

40 years have passed since then, and this miracle is still before my eyes, like a living thing. I will never forget him until my death. It was a hot May morning. The bazaar is busy. There was a long queue along the mall. We approach with Dunya Alekseeva, and there they sell icons on photographic paper for 10 rubles. Everyone wants to buy the image of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, but they do not dare. This icon costs 15 rubles. Women bargain, dress up, ask the saleswoman to give in and sell her for 10 rubles. The saleswoman disagrees. “No,” he says, “I only have Nikolai Ugodnichek.” My neighbor and I also really wanted to buy this icon, and they even saved money at the ready, but it was a shame to take it without a queue. After all, many wanted to buy it. We got up with a neighbor Evdokia at the very end of the queue. We are waiting in excitement: what if it doesn’t get it! The weather was hot, so quiet, not the slightest breeze. We wipe sweat from the face. Nobody takes an icon for 15 rubles. Slowly they argue, beg the saleswoman, wait: maybe she will give in. But the merchant is relentless. And suddenly, in the midst of such a sultry complete silence, this same icon rose into the air, flew away like a moth or an autumn leaf, and clung directly to my heart. And with great joy I pressed her with my left hand to my chest. They all gasped in one breath:

– How is it so?! And there was no wind!

- This is a miracle! The saleswoman said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“And why not stick to me or to someone else?” Evdokia complained with annoyance. I put money on the counter and ran home. Dunyasha followed me, almost crying. For a long time Dunya and I remembered this miracle. They told friends. Now she, the deceased, is no longer among the living. But let her hear with a dead ear: I speak the truth. Maybe someone else remembers the witnesses of this miracle.

V.Starostina, Tatarstan

Intercession of the Saint

Our family keeps an ancient icon of St. Nicholas, the Pleasant of God, who was especially revered by my great-grandmother Darya Pavlovna. And why? - This is the story of a family.

Once my great-grandmother, then still a young woman, went to an early service in the Iversky Vyksa Convent. She lived 15 kilometers from the monastery in the village of Veletma, and the road went through the forest. Somewhere halfway, a dirty, shaggy man unexpectedly jumped out of the forest and blocked Darya's path. What was a lonely defenseless woman to do? She began to pray fervently: “Father Nicholas, help me!” And then a small gray-haired old man with a stick in his hand came out of the forest. He waved his stick in the direction of the villain, and said to his great-grandmother: “Do not be afraid of anything, a servant of God.” The peasant looked at the old man, recoiled, then said, turning to Daria: “Well, woman, pray to God and your patron saint, otherwise ...”, and he disappeared into the forest. And the old man also disappeared, just as he was not there ... In such a miraculous way, the mercy of the Pleasant of God Nicholas appeared visibly. Talking about the miracle that happened to her, great-grandmother always cried and prayed fervently before the icon of the Saint.

Stepan Fomenkov, Nizhny Novgorod Region

Don't let me die

This happened in October 1943 while crossing the Dnieper. Zinovy \u200b\u200bNemtyrev performed another combat mission. Accustomed from childhood to obedience, he readily carried out any order of command. And the leadership relied on him, knowing that Nemtyrev would find a way out of any, even the most difficult situations. But this case is truly wonderful! Zinoviy Ivanovich confidently drove the car along the pontoon bridge across the Dnieper.

Suddenly, enemy anti-aircraft guns opened fire, and one of the shells hit the bridge. Zinovy Ivanovich's car began to sink. "Nikola, help me, don't let me die!" A short prayer escaped his lips. Miraculously managed to get out of the cab. But the coast is far away. Do not swim Zinovia to the shore! Suddenly he felt on his left, under his arm, a big fish. He pulled her close to him and, supported by her, safely reached the shore. And despite the cold autumn weather, I did not catch a cold.

... Zinoviy Ivanovich even now often recalls that amazing incident. And every time, tears well up in my eyes.

"Destroyer of ungodly teachings"

Hieromonk Sergius (Rybko), rector of the Moscow Church of the Descent of the Holy Spirit upon the Apostles at the Lazarevsky cemetery, reported the following incident: in the early 1990s he was a resident of Optina Hermitage. One of the pilgrims told him about how she came to faith. She was an active member of the Communist Party and was engaged in anti-religious propaganda. And so her grandfather Stefan, a former priest, began to appear in her dream. He told his granddaughter some of the circumstances of his and her life, which she could not even suspect. In particular, he revealed to her that her mother was not at all the woman whom she considers to be such, which was later confirmed. And in one of her dreams, she saw the martyrdom of her grandfather, how he was beaten, mocked and thrown alive into the well, where he was dying in great agony, and the mother’s family and children were forced to stand at the well for a whole day, looking at his torment.

After these dreams, the atheistic views of the priest's granddaughter wavered, but not completely. And then the following happened. This woman had a daughter who was expecting a child at that time. At the seventh month of pregnancy, she went into conservation, the child was very weak, and the doctors warned them to prepare for his loss.

Having heard the final verdict of the doctors, the woman came home and immediately fell to her knees. They didn’t have icons in their house, because she herself took them off when she was an unbeliever. Only she remained, a small dusty icon of St. Nicholas, covered in cobwebs, hanging right under the ceiling, to which the hands simply did not reach. And it was to this saint that she began to fervently pray. After some time, she saw a luminous star appear above her right shoulder and, approaching the icon, entered it. Then the woman realized that her prayer had been heard.

Soon the daughter safely gave birth to a child, and when she was discharged from the hospital, they all went home together. The baby was in her grandmother's arms. He was carried into the room, swaddled, and his eyes fell on the icon of St. Nicholas. The child, weak, tiny, born underdeveloped, joyfully smiled at the saint and pulled his arms towards him. “It was a completely meaningful gesture. Then I immediately understood everything, threw away my party card and was baptized right there, ”this servant of God finished her story.

Thus, the great Saint denounced the ungodly communist doctrine, led to faith and reconciled the granddaughter of the holy martyr with God. May the Lord rest his soul and with his holy prayers have mercy on us. Amen.

The church was no longer touched

Not far from our village is the village of Nikolskoye, in which there is a temple in the name of St. Nicholas. It still stands today, large, beautiful and fertile, although it was built a long time ago.

The old people say that at the time when the churches were destroyed, some man wanted to remove the cross from the temple. He went upstairs to the very dome and sees some old man standing at the dome and says to him: “Why are you here?” The man guessed that it was St. Nicholas, got scared and quickly climbed down. The church was no longer touched.

Tanya Avdeeva,
With. Bobyakovo, Voronezh region

Nikola

It so happened that from the Pacific Ocean, where I served on a cruiser, I had to cross the whole of Mother Russia to the Black Sea at the invitation of my friend. But, having arrived in Odessa, I was saddened to learn that a friend had gone on a voyage abroad. It was impossible to blame him for this - he did not depend on his own decisions.

But I myself am to blame for the way I managed my time and my money. Youth and recklessness are bad advisers, and I was soon left without a livelihood, having squandered my naval money. And I decided to go to the Donbass to work (at that time there was a brisk recruitment for the mines in Odessa).

So, without planning it at all before, I ended up in the Donbass at one of the old unproductive mines. Sometimes I got so tired that when I came to the hostel, I fell down dead on my bed, right in my clothes. New friends tried not to make noise while I slept. Soon I got involved in the work, the calluses on my hardened hands had to be cut off with a knife, but I liked that I did not lose heart and did not run away, like some.

And everything would be fine, but trouble happened. That day I did not want to go down into the cage in the mine! The soul seemed to smell trouble. When we were walking along the drift to the face, suddenly from above - a crack, a roar, a blow to the left shoulder and arm, a wild pain in the leg, and at the end - a blow to the head and flying to nowhere. Darkness.

I woke up covered in rock and mud. It was difficult to breathe. collapse. As we were taught, I began to move a little, to look for free space around me. The left hand was motionless, moved the fingers of the right - they work! And I began to free myself stone by stone from the captivity of the earth, often losing consciousness from pain.

But I did not want to die buried alive and believed that I was partly littered. And my desperate struggle ended in victory - I freed myself from the rubble. There was total darkness all around. And silence. I called out to my comrades, but no one answered me. Feeling myself, I found several wounds on my left arm, blood oozing from them. The leg hurt unbearably, but there was no blood, I decided that it was a closed fracture. Having torn off the vest, I somehow bandaged my arm. He began to shout again, but only the echo of the underworld mockingly answered me.

I fell into a heavy sleep, but suddenly I distinctly heard laughter and squealing. I crawled along the drift, dragging my bad leg. The noise and barking intensified, then moved away. I rested, trying to find at least some water dripping from above. And suddenly, very close by, I heard a malicious giggle, a loud grunt and a fervent hoot. And I got baptized! It's me, a naval Komsomol member!

But a miracle - the vile sounds stopped! And I crawled in the opposite direction. But where? This old mine has a lot of workings. This means that I will have to wander through them for a long time and, perhaps, stay in this dungeon forever. I fell into a deep sleep. I dreamed of childhood and my mother, standing in the left wing of the Intercession Cathedral in front of the icon of St. Nicholas. She gave me a candle and whispered: “This is your heavenly patron Nicholas the Wonderworker. Light a candle for him. If you pray to him, he will always come to the rescue, save you from any trouble. Always remember this. Is always".

I crossed myself and whispered: “Nikola the Wonderworker, save me!” - and woke up. I woke up suddenly, as if someone had touched me. A calm male voice said: “Get up, young man, and follow me.” I thought of a broken leg, but the same voice firmly insisted, "Follow me!" And I got up! But still, being afraid to step on my sore leg, I went holding on to the wet wall of the drift.

I no longer heard the voice, but it was as if I saw in the darkness the one who attracted me like a magnet. From time to time I stopped to rest, and the one in front of me also stopped and waited. At the next stop, a light flashed, and I recognized it! It was Nikola from the icon of the Intercession Cathedral in Barnaul!

“Well, that’s all,” he said, “soon they will come to you from there.” I looked in the direction he was pointing, and when I turned around, there was no one beside me. I again fell into an unconscious state, from which the rescuers brought me out, who decided to check the old adits. To all questions about my salvation, I answered only: "Nikola, Nikola." From that time on, I was nicknamed Nikola the Siberian.

Nine days I got out after the collapse, wandering through the adits, and then eleven people died.

After being discharged from the hospital, my friends with honors accompanied me to my homeland - my native, blooming Altai. My gray-haired mother met me with happy tears. After my detailed story, my mother told me: “On the day you got into trouble, I went to the garden to water the beds. Everything was fine, I was quite healthy, but suddenly it darkened in my eyes, I felt so bad that I could hardly get home. I drank corvalol, lay down on the bed and dozed off. I dreamed of you, shrouded in a black cloud, in which lightning flashed from time to time. I was very sick, and also this dream. I dreamed about him for several days. Only now I understand that the black cloud is the darkness of the mine, and the light is St. Nicholas, your savior, glory to him and to the Lord Jesus Christ, without whose will not a single hair will fall from a person’s head!
The next day we went to the Intercession Cathedral to pray for my miraculous salvation, to thank the Lord and Nicholas the Wonderworker.

Nikolay Blinov,
Novoaltaysk, Lampada

“God definitely exists!”

Hello!

This is what happened during WWII. Recorded from the words of Ivan Dmitrievich.

It happened a long time ago, during the Great Patriotic War. The Germans occupied the railway station, but did not enter the nearby village. They controlled her, of course, but for the most part, all the forces were at the station to protect her. Vanka, at the age of 14, worked with the partisans and was engaged in the fact that he laid explosives under the trains of German trains. He often visited the station and the Germans did not even suspect that this kid was the bomber they had been looking for for so long. Vanka helped unload the wagons, and for this he was given bread biscuits.

And then one day, after another assignment, Vanka was returning to the village and accidentally came across a dilapidated church. Digging through the rubble, he accidentally found, as he thought, a beautiful picture in a golden frame. From it, an elderly man of advanced age with clear eyes and a stern look looked at him. "Handsomely!" Vanka thought, and brushing the dust off it, he stuffed it into his bosom. Finding nothing else suitable, he headed for the exit and immediately saw a German patrol. Vanka, in general, always reacted calmly to the appearance of a patrol, but at that moment he got frightened for some reason and, without realizing it, rushed to run. Two German soldiers rushed after him, shouting after him: - Sofort bleibe stehen!, which meant stop immediately! But Vanka rushed at full speed to the forest, not looking back. And suddenly Potap appeared before the very border of the forest. He was a village peasant, and besides, a silent man, and then Vanka saw him in the uniform of a policeman.

- Stop, you bastard! Potap shouted and raised his rifle.

- Uncle Potap, it's me Vanka! he shouted back.

"So you're the one planting explosives under the trains?" Potap asked without lowering his weapon.

- So you are a traitor, Uncle Potap? Did the partisans talk about you? - Vanka shouted with surprise and annoyance in his voice.

Potap pulled the trigger and fired a shot. The bullet hit him in the chest. The blow was so strong that Vanka flew three meters back and collapsed flat on the ground. The soldiers immediately ran up. One of them approached the body lying on its back and pushed it with its foot. It did not move, but blood flowed from its mouth. The soldier bent down and pulled two pieces of Fickford cord out of Vanya's hand and showed them to the second. The second shook his head and waved his hand to Potap to come over.

- Gut schiest Du! You shoot good, - praised the German soldier Potap, - you will get an additional can of stew! Very karasho!

They put away their weapons and went back to the station to report that the bomber
destroyed.

Vanka woke up from the fact that his face was licked by a dog, whom he sheltered, finding him on the street half-starved and sick. Vanka opened his eyes and looked at the dog. He whimpered slightly and twisted his tail with joy for his master. Vanka tried to get up, but a sharp pain in his chest made him scream, and he lay down on his back again. Gathering strength, he turned on his side and with difficulty overcoming the pain, he managed to sit up. "How so?" - thought Vanka - "I'm not dead!"

He put his hand into his bosom and pulled out the icon. Looking at her, he couldn't believe what he saw!

Saint Nicholas the Wonderworker held a bullet in his hand, which he raised in a blessing gesture.

Vanka once again examined the icon. But it was written on a wooden board that was more than a dozen years old. It was only now that Vanka realized what had happened. He, like all Soviet children, did not know how to pray, and did not know how to do it. He only remembered how his grandmother used to do it on the sly. He made his way to the forest, leaned the icon against a tree and, leaning to the ground, ignoring the pain in his chest, shedding tears, lamented: “Thank you, grandfather! Thanks for saving me!"

Finally calming down, he lay down on the grass and, looking with wide eyes at the sky, across which white clouds floated, he thought: “God definitely exists! Grandma kept talking about it all the time, but I didn't believe it. And now he saved me."

Vanka got up, thrust the icon into his bosom, and immediately caught himself thinking that there was no pain in his chest. He touched himself and indeed - his chest no longer hurt. "Miracles!" - thought Vanka and went into the forest to the partisans.

Vanka went through the whole war without leaving the icon anywhere for a minute. Throughout the war, he did not even get a scratch, although he sometimes participated in the most fierce battles and alterations. Now Ivan Dmitrievich has the icon in the red corner, and Nikolai the Wonderworker is still holding the bullet fired by Potap's treacherous hand. Many experts looked at this miracle, but no one could give any explanation for this.

Sincerely,
Nikolai Anisimov

Salvation of a Muslim

In the mid-80s, a Russian person happened to be in an Orthodox church in Tashkent. And there he saw a Muslim who, with great reverence, bowing incessantly, lit candles in front of the icon of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker. There, near the icon, they began a conversation, and the Muslim told about the miracle that St. Nicholas had done to him.

On a winter night, he was walking through the steppe to a distant village and suddenly heard a wolf howl very close. A few minutes later he was surrounded by a pack of wolves. In horror and despair, the Muslim shouted: “Russian God and Nikola, help!” Suddenly a strong wind blew, a blizzard rose. She ran into a pack of wolves and, spinning it in a whirlwind, took it to the steppe.

When the wind died down, the Muslim saw a gray-haired old man beside him, who told him: “Look for me in the Russian church,” and immediately disappeared. Arriving at an Orthodox church, the Muslim, with amazement and great joy, recognized in the image of St. Nicholas the same "grandfather" who appeared to him at night in the steppe.

Nun Pelagia

Exit from hell

The incident that I want to tell about was told to me by my mother, and to her by an acquaintance with whom they go to church together. He testifies that St. Nicholas helps everyone, even people who are far from God.

This incident happened in Belarus, at the very beginning of the war. The woman's husband was an officer. They lived on the territory of the Brest Fortress. When the battles for the fortress began, a woman with a newborn baby in her arms miraculously managed to escape from the war-torn fortress walls.

When she came to her senses, she saw that she was in the forest, in an unfamiliar place, and she did not know where to go next. She fell into despair. A crying child is in her arms, and trees are all around, and there is no hope of finding a way. But suddenly an old man with a stick appeared from somewhere and pointed out to her: “Go this way, you will be saved there.” And suddenly disappeared. The woman leaned in the direction indicated by the old man, and after a while went out to the farm. There she was met by elderly peasants, a husband and wife.

Throughout the war, together with the child, she lived on this farm. The Germans were not here. After the war, the woman went to church and there she saw the icon of the "old man". It was Saint Nicholas. “Since then, I always go to church and never forget to pray to the saint,” this woman says.

Elena Chistikina

Didn't allow abuse

One woman told an incident that happened in their family when she was barely six years old.

Her mother was very religious, and her father, on the contrary, being a communist, was hostile to the Church. Mom had to keep secret from her father somewhere in the closet, among things, the icon of St. Nicholas, the mother's blessing.

One day she came home from work and started lighting the stove. There was already firewood in it, it was only necessary to kindle it. But she couldn't do it. No matter how hard you fight, the firewood does not burn, and that's it!

Then she began to pull them out and, together with the logs, took out the icon of the saint from the oven, which the husband found in the closet and decided to destroy with the hands of his wife.

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Saint Nicholas the Wonderworker "Rule of Faith"

"Who is praying for you?"

When I was little, a sea captain used to visit his parents in our village. His story stuck with me for the rest of my life.

“Our ship,” he said, “as usual, went to sea to fish. It was quiet, calm. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a strong wind came up, a storm arose. The sails were torn off, the ship became uncontrollable and tilted to one side, the connection was cut off. Huge waves tossed the ship like a matchbox. There was nowhere to wait for help, and everyone felt imminent death.

I ran upstairs and with my hands raised, crying loudly, began to pray, asking Nicholas the Wonderworker for help. How much time passed, I do not know, but the storm began to subside. “Guys,” I shout to the sailors, “pull the sails!” They answer detachedly: “It’s already useless: the bottom has been broken, the water is flooding the ship.” I began to insist. The three of us set the sails in a matter of minutes, although ten of us usually couldn't handle them. The storm subsided. When they went down, they saw that a large fish had plugged the hole.

The sailors surrounded me with weeping and asked: “Captain, tell us who is praying to God for you?” Then it was pursued. I answer them: “My grandmother and my mother are praying for me, and this is who saved us,” and I took out my wallet from my pocket, where there was a small icon of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker.

The management rewarded me with an extraordinary vacation, and the sailors asked me to buy icons of St. Nicholas for them and serve a thanksgiving service in the church. Everyone who was on the ship gave a deep bow to the earth to my grandmother and mother for their prayer.”

L. N. Goncharova,
Volgograd region
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Saint Nicholas the Wonderworker "Rule of Faith"

Autumn evening

It happened in 1978, when I was nineteen years old. One evening I was staying with a friend. When I got to my area, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. The surroundings are dark and deserted. Due to the frivolity inherent in youth, I was not afraid of anything, believing that nothing bad could ever happen to me. And she did not attach any importance to the fact that the door of one of the front doors was ajar and a man was looking out from there.

When I passed the door, he followed. Feeling something was wrong, I wanted to run, but I didn’t have time: a strong hand was already holding me. The man who caught up with me began to drag me into the front door. I resisted, but in vain. Begged: "Let go!" He replied: "I will kill you now." Around - not a soul. Help is nowhere to be found. Then I raised my eyes to the sky and silently, with my heart, prayed: “Lord, Nicholas the Wonderworker! Step up, help!"

And a miracle happened. The fingers that held my hand tight loosened. I felt that I was free. The man who had just viciously threatened did not say another word. And he didn't try to follow me. He stood still, as if petrified. I got home safely.

Many years have passed, but I will not forget that autumn evening when I experienced the power of the miraculous intercession of the Lord our God and St. Nicholas the Wonderworker.

Ludmila
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"Peaceful sleep grant me"

For many years I suffered from insomnia, and for the last two or three years, I have only fallen asleep with pills.

And then I found out that the image of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker. It will also be in Tolyatti, where I live. I have been waiting for this day with impatience and hope. When the image was brought to the temple in honor of the Kazan Icon of the Mother of God, a procession was made. There were a lot of people: it seemed that the whole city had gathered. The soul was light and joyful, and the heart harbored hope for healing. And thanks to God's mercy, it came.

Now I sleep soundly. And every morning I thank our Savior, His Most Pure Mother and St. Nicholas the Wonderworker.

Servant of God Galina,
Tolyatti
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It so happens that we know the least about the most beloved saints. We are talking about the Mother of God and Fr. It is difficult to find a Christian city on the world map where the Mother of God would not show Her miraculous love, healing, protecting people. This also applies to the Archbishop of Myra.

Saint Nicholas, Archbishop of the World of Lycia, a miracle worker, became famous as a great saint of God. He was born in the city of Patara in the Lycian region (on the southern coast of Asia Minor), was the only son of pious parents Theophan and Nonna, who vowed to dedicate him to God.

Saint Nicholas is considered the patron saint of sailors, merchants and children.
However, absolutely everyone turns to him with everyday problems: it is believed that Nikolai Ugodnik is the quickest helper, a source of spiritual support, an intercessor and savior from injustice and needless death. Nicholas performed miracles both during his lifetime and after his death. Here is some of them:

The theft that saved the shrine

Surprisingly, the most "popular" saint in Russia was born in the 3rd century AD in Asia Minor - on the territory of modern Turkey. On the town square in the Turkish city of Demre, a huge Santa Claus rises - this is St. Nicholas. Also in the city is the Church of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker. In the southern part of the temple there is a sarcophagus in which the saint was originally buried. In 1087, the Italians stole about 80 percent of the relics of St. Nicholas from the Byzantine church and reburied them in the city of Bari.

After that, the temple was attacked, and later was flooded with the dirty waters of the Miros River. But the relics of the saint were already safe - in such a miraculous way they survived.
According to church sources, this did not happen by chance: Nikolai Ugodnik appeared to one of the Italian priests in a dream, ordering him to transport his relics to Bari.

fragrant branch

The rest of the relics, nine years after the Bari raid, were removed from the sarcophagus in Demre by the Venetians. They dismantled the tomb, where they found only water and church oil, and then searched the entire church, while torturing the guards. One of them could not stand it and showed the relics, but two other saints - the predecessors of St. Nicholas: the martyr Theodore and uncle St. Nicholas, who was also a priest.

“When the Venetians were already sailing from the shore, they suddenly felt a fragrance emanating from the side of the church. Returning there and breaking the floor of the altar, they began to dig and found another floor under a layer of earth. Having destroyed it, they found a thick layer of vitreous substance, and in the middle - a mass of petrified asphalt. When it was opened, inside they saw another sintered mixture of metal and asphalt, and in it were holy relics. A wonderful fragrance spread throughout the church.”

The bishop wrapped the relics of the saint in his mantle.
Here the first miracle happened at the relics of St. Nicholas - the palm branch brought by the Hierarch from Jerusalem and placed with him in the coffin gave rise to shoots.
The Venetians took the branch with them as proof of God's power.

On December 6 (19), Christians celebrate the day of memory of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker ("Nikola the Winter") - one of the most revered saints in Russia.

Saint Nicholas is considered the patron saint of sailors, merchants and children. However, absolutely everyone turns to him with everyday problems: it is believed that Nikolai Ugodnik is the quickest helper, a source of spiritual support, an intercessor and savior from injustice and needless death. Nicholas performed miracles both during his lifetime and after his death. Here is some of them.

The theft that saved the shrine

After that, the temple was attacked, and later was flooded with the dirty waters of the Miros River. But the relics of the saint were already safe - in such a miraculous way they survived. According to church sources, this did not happen by chance: Nikolai Ugodnik appeared to one of the Italian priests in a dream, ordering him to transport his relics to Bari.

fragrant branch

When the Venetians were already sailing from the shore, they suddenly felt a fragrance emanating from the side of the church. Returning there and breaking the floor of the altar, they began to dig and found another floor under a layer of earth. Having destroyed it, they found a thick layer of vitreous substance, and in the middle - a mass of petrified asphalt. When it was opened, inside they saw another sintered mixture of metal and asphalt, and in it were the holy relics of the miracle worker Nicholas. A wonderful fragrance spread throughout the church.

The bishop wrapped the relics of the saint in his mantle. Here the first miracle happened at the relics of St. Nicholas - the palm branch brought by the Hierarch from Jerusalem and placed with him in the coffin gave rise to shoots. The Venetians took the branch with them as proof of God's power.

Miracles on the water

The saint performed many miracles while traveling by ship to Palestine, where he went to venerate the holy places. On the ship, Nicholas showed the gift of foresight: once God's saint announced to the sailors about a storm. The bad weather did not keep us waiting long: the wind rose, which threw the ship from side to side, the sky was covered with lead clouds. Panic began on the ship, but Nikolai calmed the sailors and turned to God. His prayers were heard: the rampant elements, not having time to cause trouble, began to subside.

Soon, St. Nicholas performed another miracle here - he resurrected a man. One of the sailors slipped and fell on deck. Seeing a lifeless comrade, the sailors turned to the miracle worker for help. After the prayer of Nicholas, the young man came to life.

On the way, the ship often stopped off the coast. The saint physically and spiritually healed the local residents: he healed some from illnesses, cast out evil spirits from others, and gave consolation to others in sorrows and sorrows.

The salvation of the native people

There is a legend that while visiting the holy places of Palestine, Saint Nicholas decided one night to pray in the temple. Approaching the doors, he saw that they were locked. And then, under the influence of miraculous power, the doors themselves opened before God's chosen one. But he was not destined to stay to serve the Lord in Palestine - Nikolai was more needed by people in his native Lycia.

At this time, food supplies were scarce in the Lycian country: the population experienced severe hunger. The disaster was getting bigger and bigger. But St. Nicholas did not allow a terrible misfortune.

One merchant, having loaded his ship with bread in Italy, before sailing, saw in a dream the Wonderworker Nicholas, who ordered him to take bread for sale to Lycia and gave a deposit - three gold coins. Waking up, the merchant really found money in his hand. He considered it his duty to fulfill the will of the saint, and went to Lycia, where he sold his bread and told about the prophetic dream.

Appearance of Nikola in the sky over Mozhaisk

Evidence of the mercy of Nicholas the Wonderworker to our country and to our ancestors is the miraculous image of St. Nicholas of Mozhaisk. It received its name from the city of Mozhaisk in the Moscow region, where it was located in the cathedral church named after the Saint. The origin of the Mozhaisk image dates back to about the 14th century.

During the siege of Mozhaisk by the Mongols, an amazing sign appeared in the sky. Saint Nicholas seemed to be standing in the air above the cathedral: in one hand he held a sword, and in the other - an image of a temple surrounded by a fortress, which made the Mozhaisk people happy and frightened the enemies. The enemy was frightened by the vision, lifted the siege and fled. After that, a revered image of the Pleasant was created in gratitude for his wonderful help.

Perhaps, in memory of this incredible appearance of the Miracle Worker for the salvation of the city, the image is now called revealed, and new miraculous signs have confirmed the glory of the miraculous for him.

Zoe standing

In 1956, events took place in Kuibyshev (today's Samara) that shook the Orthodox world - the famous "Standing of Zoya".

During the celebration of the New Year, the girl Zoya, a pipe factory worker, could not wait for the groom: he was delayed somewhere. Music played, young people danced and had fun, only Zoya did not have a partner. The frustrated girl removed the icon of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker from the wall and began to dance with it, saying: "If there is a God, let Him punish me!" And suddenly Zoya froze in place with the icon of the saint pressed to her chest and turned to stone - she could not be moved. At the same time, the girl's heart continued to beat.

The news of the miracle quickly spread throughout the city, crowds of people went to watch Zoya's Standing. But after some time, the authorities blocked the passages to the house, placing a squad of policemen on duty around.

Before the feast of the Annunciation, a certain handsome old man asked the guards to let him through, but he, like everyone else, was refused. He tried to get into the house several times, and in the end, on the very day of the Annunciation, he succeeded. The old man turned to Zoya: "Well, are you tired of standing?" When the guards looked into the room, the old man was not found there. Witnesses of this miracle are convinced that it was St. Nicholas himself.

Zoya stood motionless for four months - 128 days. On Easter, she began to revive, the petrification of tissues began to subside, but the girl constantly asked everyone to pray for the world, perishing in sins and iniquities, and she prayed herself - thanks to the prayers of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, the Lord had mercy on her.

These events so impressed the local residents of Kuibyshev that many hurried to the church with repentance: they began to pray for sins, to be baptized, to order crosses. So this amazing incident turned hundreds of people to faith - to faith in justice and the power of repentance, to faith in St. Nicholas the Wonderworker and God.

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