Holy Tomsk blast furnace. Holy Blessed Domna of Tomsk and her chapel. The Greatness of Blessed Domna of Tomsk

), blessed old lady

Memory October 16 (Siberian), in the Cathedrals of the Siberian and Poltava (Ukrainian) Saints

Born at the beginning of the 19th century into a noble family in the Poltava region. Having been orphaned early, she lived and was raised in her aunt’s house. She received an excellent education and spoke several languages ​​fluently. In her youth she was a beautiful girl and many wooed her, hoping to marry her. But the righteous woman wanted to preserve her virginity for the sake of the Lord. Having learned that her relatives wanted to force her into marriage, she secretly left the house, changed into simple clothes and set off as a wanderer to holy places. She did not have a document confirming her identity, so she was arrested in Poltava. By decision of the court, under the name of Maria Slepchenko, she was exiled to Siberia, to the Kainsky district.

Having settled in Tomsk, she took upon herself the feat of foolishness. She did not have a permanent home and often spent days and nights in the open air. Her clothes consisted of knots of different sizes, hung on her almost naked body. These bundles contained useless rags, old washcloth, ropes, belts, shoes, broken glass, stones, sawdust and much more. On top of these knots were hung many bags - with bread, tea, sugar, incense, candles, sauerkraut, etc. All this had a very impressive weight, which accompanied Domna Karpovna all her life. Domna often fingered them instead of her rosary, thus hiding her incessant prayer from human eyes. When compassionate people gave her a fur coat in the bitter cold, she gratefully accepted it, but a few hours later she gave it to another poor person, continuing to suffer from the cold.

Domna pretended that she did not like beggars, and very rarely did anyone see her helping them, but meanwhile she loved collecting all sorts of rags and, in general, all unnecessary things and forced her acquaintances to take care of it all, certainly in boxes. Then, through the hands of these guardians, all things passed to the poor. Domna took special care of the wanderers, for whom she begged bread, rolls, milk and the like and gave them to them, as she called the wanderers - “blind ones.”

Knowing about the difficult stay of prisoners at the Tomsk police station, Domna began to walk around them and sing spiritual songs, for which she herself was detained. Having learned about this, Tomsk merchants and merchantwomen, who revered Domna, brought her pies, pancakes, tea and sugar in piles. She distributed all this to the needy prisoners. When the time came for her release, her fellow prisoners “in the simplicity of their souls wished her to go to prison as soon as possible.”

Remembering the words of Holy Scripture: “The righteous have mercy on the souls of beasts” (Proverbs 12:10), the saint also took care of stray animals, as well as chained dogs. She often fed them, and released the tied dogs, about which the owners did not care, into the wild. Animals also loved the righteous woman and surrounded her in large numbers at night. Tomsk residents often heard in the darkness of the night, amid the barking of dogs, her prayerful exclamations: " Holy Mother of God, save us!"

The blessed one prayed fervently and earnestly in the church, but only when there were almost no people there. According to one piece of evidence: " I once looked into the chapel of the temple, and I saw Domna Karpovna, kneeling, praying - oh, how she prayed! And the tears, the tears! So two streams flow from her eyes"But as soon as she noticed witnesses to her prayer, she again began to act like a fool: she moved from place to place, talked, and extinguished the candles.

Thus, among the feats of foolishness, Saint Domna preserved her virginity, endured voluntary poverty, mortified sinful passions, and endured heat and cold. Towards the end of her earthly life, she received from the Lord the gift of clairvoyance, which she used to serve the spiritual benefit of her neighbors.

She reposed on October 16 and was buried in

Blessed Elder Domna Karpovna, Tomsk (beginning of the 19th century - 1872).
Memory of October 16 (Siberian), in the Cathedrals of the Siberian and Poltava (Ukrainian) Saints.

Born at the beginning of the 19th century into a noble family in the Poltava region. Having been orphaned early, she lived and was raised in her aunt’s house. She received an excellent education and spoke several languages ​​fluently. In her youth she was a beautiful girl, and many wooed her, hoping to marry her. But the righteous woman wanted to preserve her virginity for the sake of the Lord. Having learned that her relatives wanted to force her into marriage, she secretly left the house, changed into simple clothes and set off as a wanderer to holy places. She did not have a document confirming her identity, so she was arrested in Poltava. By decision of the court, under the name of Maria Slepchenko, she was exiled to Siberia, to the Kainsky district.

Having settled in Tomsk, she took upon herself the feat of foolishness. She did not have a permanent home and often spent days and nights in the open air. Her clothes consisted of knots of different sizes, hung on her almost naked body. These bundles contained worthless rags, old washcloth, ropes, belts, shoes, broken glass, stones, sawdust and much more. On top of these knots were hung many bags - with bread, tea, sugar, incense, candles, sauerkraut, etc. All this had a very impressive weight, which accompanied Domna Karpovna all her life. Domna often fingered them instead of her rosary, thus hiding her incessant prayer from human eyes. When compassionate people gave her a fur coat in the bitter cold, she gratefully accepted it, but a few hours later she gave it to another poor person, continuing to suffer from the cold.

Domna pretended that she did not like beggars, and very rarely did anyone see her helping them, but meanwhile she loved collecting all sorts of rags and, in general, all unnecessary things and forced her acquaintances to take care of it all, certainly in boxes. Then, through the hands of these guardians, all things passed to the poor. Domna took special care of the wanderers, for whom she begged bread, rolls, milk and the like and gave them to them, as she called the wanderers - “blind ones.”

Knowing about the difficult stay of prisoners at the Tomsk police station, Domna began to walk around them and sing spiritual songs, for which she herself was detained. Having learned about this, Tomsk merchants and merchantwomen, who revered Domna, brought her pies, pancakes, tea and sugar in piles. She distributed all this to the needy prisoners. When the time came for her release, her fellow prisoners “in the simplicity of their souls wished her to go to prison as soon as possible.”

Remembering the words of Holy Scripture: “The righteous have mercy on the souls of beasts” (Proverbs 12:10), the saint also took care of stray animals, as well as chained dogs. She often fed them, and released the tied dogs, about which the owners did not care, into the wild. The animals also loved the righteous woman and surrounded her in large numbers at night. Tomsk residents often heard in the darkness of the night, amid the barking of dogs, her prayerful exclamations: “Most Holy Theotokos, save us!”
The blessed one prayed fervently and earnestly in the church, but only when there were almost no people there. According to one testimony: “I once looked into the chapel of the temple, and I saw Domna Karpovna, on her knees, praying - oh, how she prayed! And the tears, the tears! So they flow in two streams from her eyes.” But as soon as she noticed witnesses to her prayer, she again began to act like a fool: she moved from place to place, talked, and extinguished the candles.

Thus, among the feats of foolishness, Saint Domna preserved her virginity, endured voluntary poverty, mortified sinful passions, and endured heat and cold. Towards the end of her earthly life, she received from the Lord the gift of clairvoyance, which she used to serve the spiritual benefit of her neighbors.

She reposed on October 16, 1872 and was buried in the St. John the Baptist Convent in the city of Tomsk. In 1984, she was glorified as blessed during the establishment of the celebration of the Council of Siberian Saints. Her burial place was destroyed during the Soviet years, but subsequently a chapel named after her was erected near that place.

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Domna Tomskaya (Domna Karpovna; beginning of the 19th century - October 16 (28), Tomsk) - Tomsk holy fool. Canonized by the Russian Orthodox Church in 1984 as part of the Council of Siberian Saints.

Biography

The main source about Domna’s life is data collected by the Tomsk priest N. Mitropolsky and published by him in 1883.

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Literature

  • Lives of Siberian saints. - Novosibirsk, 2007. - P. 245-251. - ISBN 5-88013-010-X.
  • Mitropolsky N. Holy Fool Domna Karpovna // Tomsk Diocesan Gazette. - 1883. - No. 6. - pp. 168-173.
  • Pogozhev E.P. (Evgeniy Poselyanin). Holy Fool Domna Karpovna // Russian ascetics of the 19th century. - St. Petersburg, 1910. - P. 518-522.
  • Skvortsov G.V.// Orthodox Encyclopedia. - M., 2007. - T. 15. - ISBN 978-5-89572-026-4.

Links

  • . Orthodoxy in Tomsk. Retrieved July 3, 2009. .

Excerpt characterizing Domna Tomskaya

And I, trying with all my might not to succumb to the surging hopelessness, with a trembling hand, took off my shawl and sank onto the nearest sofa. What was left for me - exhausted and lonely?.. By what miracle could I save my brave girl, who was not afraid of the war with Caraffa?.. What kind of lie did they tell her to force her to leave Meteora and return to this earthly Inferno cursed by God and people? ?..
I couldn’t even think what I had in store for Anna Caraffa... She was his last hope, the last weapon that I knew he would try to use as successfully as possible to force me to surrender. Which meant that Anna would have to suffer severely.
Unable to remain alone with my misfortune any longer, I tried to call my father. He appeared immediately, as if he was just waiting for me to call him.
– Father, I’m so scared!.. He’s taking Anna away! And I don’t know if I can save her... Help me, father! At least give me some advice...
There was nothing in the world that I would not agree to give to Karaffa for Anna. I agreed to everything... except for one thing - to give him immortality. And this, unfortunately, was exactly the only thing that the Holy Pope wanted.
– I’m so afraid for her, father!.. I saw a girl here – she was dying. I helped her leave... Is Anna really going to get a similar test?! Are we really not strong enough to save her?..
“Don’t let fear into your heart, daughter, no matter how much it hurts you.” Don't you remember what Girolamo taught his daughter?.. Fear creates the possibility of bringing into reality what you are afraid of. He opens the doors. Don't let fear weaken you before you even begin to fight, dear. Don't let Karaffa win without even starting to fight back.
- What should I do, father? I didn't find his weakness. I didn’t find what he was afraid of... And I no longer had time. What should I do, tell me?..
I understood that our short lives with Anna were approaching their sad end... But Caraffa still lived, and I still didn’t know where to start to destroy him...
- Go to Meteora, daughter. Only they can help you. Go there, my heart.
My father’s voice sounded very sad, apparently just like me, he did not believe that Meteora would help us.
“But they refused me, father, you know.” They believe too much in their old “truth”, which they once instilled in themselves. They won't help us.
- Listen to me, daughter... Go back there. I know you don't believe... But they are the only ones who can still help you. You have no one else to turn to. Now I have to leave... I'm sorry, dear. But I will return to you very soon. I won't leave you, Isidora.
The father’s essence began to “ripple” and melt as usual, and after a moment completely disappeared. And I, still looking in confusion at where his transparent body had just shone, realized that I didn’t know where to start... Caraffa declared too confidently that Anna would very soon be in his criminal hands, so I had no time to fight there was almost none left.
Getting up and shaking myself from my heavy thoughts, I decided to follow my father’s advice and go to Meteora again. It couldn't have been worse anyway. Therefore, having tuned in to the North, I went...
This time there were no mountains or beautiful flowers... I was greeted only by a spacious, very long stone hall, at the far end of which something incredibly bright and attractive sparkled with green light, like a dazzling emerald star. The air around her shone and pulsated, splashing out long tongues of burning green “flame”, which, flaring up, illuminated the huge hall right up to the ceiling. North stood next to this unprecedented beauty, thinking about something sad.
- Hello, Isidora. “I’m glad you came,” he said affectionately, turning around.
- And hello to you, Sever. “I came for a short time,” I answered, trying my best not to relax and not succumb to Meteora’s charm. - Tell me, Sever, how could you let Anna go from here? You knew what she was doing! How could you let her go?! I hoped Meteora would be her protection, but she betrayed her so easily... Please explain, if you can...
He looked at me with his sad, wise eyes, without saying a word. As if everything had already been said, and nothing could be changed... Then, shaking his head negatively, he said softly:
– Meteora did not betray Anna, Isidora. Anna herself decided to leave. She is no longer a child, she thinks and decides in her own way, and we have no right to keep her here by force. Even if you don’t agree with her decision. She was informed that Caraffa would torture you if she did not agree to return there. That's why Anna decided to leave. Our rules are very strict and unchanging, Isidora. Once we transgress them once, the next time there will be a reason why life here will quickly begin to change. This is unacceptable; we are not free to deviate from our path.
– You know, North, I think THIS is exactly your main mistake... You have blindly locked yourself into your infallible laws, which, if you look closely at them, will turn out to be completely empty and, to some extent, even naive. You are dealing here with amazing people, each of whom is already a wealth in itself. And they, so unusually bright and strong, cannot be tailored to fit one law! They simply will not obey him. You need to be more flexible and understanding, North. Sometimes life becomes too unpredictable, just as circumstances are unpredictable. And you cannot judge equally what is common and what no longer fits into your long-established, outdated “framework.” Do you really believe that your laws are correct? Tell me honestly, North!..

Born at the beginning of the 19th century into a noble family in the Poltava region, her father was killed by Karp. Having been orphaned early, she lived and was raised in her aunt’s house. She received an excellent education and spoke several languages ​​fluently. In her youth she was a beautiful girl and many wooed her, hoping to marry her. But the righteous woman wanted to preserve her virginity for the sake of the Lord. Having learned that her relatives wanted to force her into marriage, she secretly left the house, changed into simple clothes and set off as a wanderer to holy places. She did not have a document confirming her identity, so she was arrested in Poltava. By decision of the court, under the name of Maria Slepchenko, she was exiled to Siberia, to the Kainsky district.

Blessed Domna Tomskaya (left)

Who was she in the world? One can only guess about this from various lists and editions of her biographies. She was raised in a noble family, and her good manners shone through even in the days of foolishness. She was educated, as can be seen from the following: one day a noble woman drove past the village in which Domna Karpovna lived at that time, and Domna talked with her for a long time in a foreign language. Her appearance was attractive; in her youth she was obviously very beautiful. But she considered all this to be nothing, having loved the Lord Jesus Christ and for His sake wanting to preserve her virginity, she doomed herself to the difficult and dangerous path of foolishness.

She didn't like to talk about herself. Only once did she say to the wives of the village priests: “Wear caps, mothers, and a clean dress. They will respect you better. When I was young, I dressed up well myself. I lived in the manor’s house, but then I left.” In another conversation with a woman devoted to her, whom she called “mother,” she said: “I didn’t have parents, I lived with my aunt. My aunt wanted to force me into marriage, but I didn’t want to get married at all. I was walking in the kindergarten and ran away.” ". From her other words we can conclude that she began to wander to holy places: “Go to the monastery,” one priest told her, “to pray for us sinners.” “I’ve already visited monasteries a lot,” she answered, “but they didn’t accept me anywhere, they persecuted me everywhere, and finally they exiled me to Siberia.”

She did not have a permanent home, she lived wherever God would lead her, she dressed very strangely: she collected all sorts of old clothes, made bundles out of them and then wrapped and hung herself all over with these heavy bundles, which thus represented chains. Behind her bosom and in her pockets were broken glass, stones, chips, sawdust, manure, sugar, which she distributed to her trustees, who gave these gifts an allegorical meaning.

On rare occasions, in conversations with certain people, Domna abandoned her foolishness and spoke intelligently, edifyingly, her words breathed with lofty Christian love and with its warmth calmed the souls of those listening.

Many residents gave her gifts, and the Right Reverend Porfiry even gave her a fur coat, which she gratefully accepted and immediately distributed to the poor. Bishop Porfiry said: “The fool teaches us smart people. Oh, if only we had thought of such love for our neighbor and such patience for the sake of Christ!”

Domna loved to walk the streets and sing spiritual songs, as well as denounce the powers that be, for this she ended up in a police prison. Tomsk merchants and merchantwomen sent whole boxes of pancakes, tea, and sugar here. She distributed all this to the prisoners. When the blessed one was released from arrest, her fellow prisoners sometimes saw her off with tears and in the simplicity of their hearts wished her to get back to the police as soon as possible.

She played the fool in front of the people, but her secret prayer was beautiful and majestic. “I once looked into the chapel,” said one pious woman, “I saw Domna Karpovna, on her knees, praying - oh, how she prayed! And tears, tears! So they flow in two streams from her eyes.” . But as soon as Domna Karpovna noticed the witnesses to her prayer, she again began to act like a fool.

Domna pretended that she did not like beggars, and very rarely did anyone see her helping them, but meanwhile she loved collecting all sorts of rags and, in general, all unnecessary things and forced her acquaintances to take care of it all, certainly in boxes. Then, through the hands of these guardians, all things passed to the poor. Domna took special care of the wanderers, for whom she begged bread, rolls, milk and the like and gave them to them, as she called the wanderers - “blind ones.”

Knowing about the difficult stay of prisoners at the Tomsk police station, Domna began to walk around them and sing spiritual songs, for which she herself was detained. Having learned about this, Tomsk merchants and merchantwomen, who revered Domna, brought her pies, pancakes, tea and sugar in piles. She distributed all this to the needy prisoners. When the time came for her release, her fellow prisoners “in the simplicity of their souls wished her to go to prison as soon as possible.”

Remembering the words of Holy Scripture: “The righteous have mercy on the souls of cattle” (Proverbs 12:10), the saint also showed concern for stray animals, as well as chained dogs. She often fed them, and released the tied dogs, about which the owners did not care, into the wild. The animals also loved the righteous woman and surrounded her in large numbers at night. Tomsk residents often heard in the darkness of the night, amid the barking of dogs, her prayerful exclamations: “Most Holy Theotokos, save us!”

The blessed one prayed fervently and earnestly in the church, but only when there were almost no people there. According to one testimony: “I once looked into the chapel of the temple, and I saw Domna Karpovna, on her knees, praying - oh, how she prayed! And the tears, the tears! So they flow in two streams from her eyes.” But as soon as she noticed witnesses to her prayer, she again began to act like a fool: she moved from place to place, talked, and extinguished the candles.

Thus, among the feats of foolishness, Saint Domna preserved her virginity, endured voluntary poverty, mortified sinful passions, and endured heat and cold. Towards the end of her earthly life, she received from the Lord the gift of clairvoyance, which she used to serve the spiritual benefit of her neighbors.

Blessed Domna predicted the name of the new Tomsk archpastor - Alexy.

She reposed on October 16, 1872 and was buried in the St. John the Baptist Convent in the city of Tomsk. In 1984, she was glorified as blessed during the establishment of the celebration of the Council of Siberian Saints. Her burial place was destroyed during the Soviet years, but subsequently a chapel named after her was erected near that place.

Tomsk and Asinovsk diocese

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Prayer to the holy blessed Domna of Tomsk, for Christ's sake the holy fool. Blessed Domna Tomskaya is the intercessor of all the needy and offended, a prayer helper in family worries and sorrows, the patroness of social workers and philanthropists. They pray to her for help with carnal temptations and maintaining virginity.

Icon of the Cathedral of Siberian Saints

In the face Day of Remembrance

Domna Tomskaya (Domna Karpovna; beginning of the 19th century - October 16 (28), Tomsk) - Tomsk holy fool. Canonized by the Russian Orthodox Church in 1984 as part of the Council of Siberian Saints.

Biography

The main source about Domna’s life is data collected by the Tomsk priest N. Mitropolsky and published by him in 1883.

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Literature

  • Lives of Siberian saints. - Novosibirsk, 2007. - P. 245-251. - ISBN 5-88013-010-X.
  • Mitropolsky N. Holy Fool Domna Karpovna // Tomsk Diocesan Gazette. - 1883. - No. 6. - pp. 168-173.
  • Pogozhev E.P. (Evgeniy Poselyanin). Holy Fool Domna Karpovna // Russian ascetics of the 19th century. - St. Petersburg, 1910. - P. 518-522.
  • Skvortsov G.V.// Orthodox Encyclopedia. - M., 2007. - T. 15. - ISBN 978-5-89572-026-4.

Links

  • . Orthodoxy in Tomsk. Retrieved July 3, 2009. .

Excerpt characterizing Domna Tomskaya

The valet waved his hand.
- Don’t bring tea! You need to ask the doctor. - And the valet got off the box and approached the cart.
“Okay,” said the doctor.
The valet went up to the carriage again, looked into it, shook his head, ordered the coachman to turn into the yard and stopped next to Mavra Kuzminishna.
- Lord Jesus Christ! - she said.
Mavra Kuzminishna offered to carry the wounded man into the house.
“The gentlemen won’t say anything...” she said. But it was necessary to avoid climbing the stairs, and therefore the wounded man was carried into the outbuilding and laid in the former room of m me Schoss. The wounded man was Prince Andrei Bolkonsky.

The last day of Moscow has arrived. It was clear, cheerful autumn weather. It was Sunday. As on ordinary Sundays, mass was announced in all churches. No one, it seemed, could yet understand what awaited Moscow.
Only two indicators of the state of society expressed the situation in which Moscow was: the mob, that is, the class of poor people, and the prices of objects. Factory workers, courtyard workers and peasants in a huge crowd, which included officials, seminarians, and nobles, went out to the Three Mountains early in the morning. Having stood there and not waiting for Rostopchin and making sure that Moscow would be surrendered, this crowd scattered throughout Moscow, into drinking houses and taverns. Prices that day also indicated the state of affairs. The prices for weapons, for gold, for carts and horses kept rising, and the prices for pieces of paper and for city things kept going down, so that in the middle of the day there were cases when the cabbies took out expensive goods, like cloth, for nothing, and for a peasant's horse paid five hundred rubles; furniture, mirrors, bronzes were given away for free.
In the sedate and old Rostov house, the disintegration of previous living conditions was expressed very weakly. The only thing about people was that three people from a huge courtyard disappeared that night; but nothing was stolen; and in relation to the prices of things, it turned out that the thirty carts that came from the villages were enormous wealth, which many envied and for which the Rostovs were offered huge amounts of money. Not only were they offering huge sums of money for these carts, but from the evening and early morning of September 1st, orderlies and servants sent from the wounded officers came to the Rostovs’ yard, and the wounded themselves, who were placed with the Rostovs and in neighboring houses, were dragged along, and begged the Rostovs’ people to take care of that they be given carts to leave Moscow. The butler, to whom such requests were addressed, although he felt sorry for the wounded, resolutely refused, saying that he would not even dare to report this to the count. No matter how pitiful the remaining wounded were, it was obvious that if they gave up one cart, there was no reason not to give up the other, and give up everything and their crews. Thirty carts could not save all the wounded, and in the general disaster it was impossible not to think about yourself and your family. This is what the butler thought for his master.
Waking up on the morning of the 1st, Count Ilya Andreich quietly left the bedroom so as not to wake up the countess who had just fallen asleep in the morning, and in his purple silk robe he went out onto the porch. The carts, tied up, stood in the yard. Carriages stood at the porch. The butler stood at the entrance, talking with the old orderly and the young, pale officer with his arm tied. The butler, seeing the count, made a significant and stern sign to the officer and orderly to leave.
- Well, is everything ready, Vasilich? - said the count, rubbing his bald head and looking good-naturedly at the officer and orderly and nodding his head to them. (The Count loved new faces.)
- At least harness it now, your Excellency.
- Well, that’s great, the countess will wake up, and God bless you! What are you doing, gentlemen? – he turned to the officer. - In my house? – The officer moved closer. His pale face suddenly flushed with bright color.
- Count, do me a favor, let me... for God's sake... take refuge somewhere on your carts. Here I have nothing with me... I’m in the cart... it doesn’t matter... - Before the officer had time to finish, the orderly turned to the count with the same request for his master.
- A! “Yes, yes, yes,” the count spoke hastily. - I'm very, very happy. Vasilich, you give orders, well, to clear one or two carts, well... well... what is needed... - the count said in some vague expressions, ordering something. But at the same moment, the officer’s ardent expression of gratitude already cemented what he had ordered. The count looked around him: in the courtyard, at the gate, in the window of the outbuilding, the wounded and orderlies could be seen. They all looked at the count and moved towards the porch.
- Please, your Excellency, to the gallery: what do you order about the paintings? - said the butler. And the count entered the house with him, repeating his order not to refuse the wounded who asked to go.
“Well, well, we can put something together,” he added in a quiet, mysterious voice, as if afraid that someone would hear him.
At nine o'clock the countess woke up, and Matryona Timofeevna, her former maid, who served as chief of gendarmes in relation to the countess, came to report to her former young lady that Marya Karlovna was very offended and that the young ladies' summer dresses could not stay here. When the countess questioned why m me Schoss was offended, it was revealed that her chest had been removed from the cart and all the carts were being untied - they were removing the goods and taking with them the wounded, whom the count, in his simplicity, ordered to be taken with him. The Countess ordered to ask for her husband.