#aleksandr peresvet

[cinderkaliningrad]

Winternight trilogy meme:

[lucimiir]

Yes the winternight trilogy is an amazing examination of the conflict between religions, a badass adventure story, and a cool romance, but the emotional core of the story is Konstantin Nikonovich and Vasya’s relationships with her siblings. In this essay I will

[clockworkbee]

He wanted to demand promises, pledges, confessions, if only to delay the realization that there were some things he couldn’t change. But he bit back the words. He knew they wouldn’t do any good. She had survived the frost and the flame, had found a harbor, however brief. Perhaps that was all anyone could ask, in the world’s savage turning.

—Aleksandr Peresvet, from The Winter of the Witch

[booksinfact]

Why is there so little Sasha in the Winternight fandom? Does no one care about our brave warrior monk who is the best brother ever?☹️

[moonlitglen]

Father Sergei: i am old. perhaps my wits are failing.

also Father Sergei: *bursts into a fight*

[metbuat]

Kazbek Tuayevin qohumu paytaxt klubunda

Kazbek Tuayevin qohumu paytaxt klubunda

“Səbail” baxışa yeni oyunçu dəvət edib.  Metbuat.org-ın əldə etdiyi məlumata görə, bu, qapıçı Aleksandr Tuayevdir. 22 yaşlı qolkiperin veteran futbol mütəxəssisi Kazbek Tuayevin yaxın qohumu olduğu bildirilir. Aleksandr Vladiqafqazdandır. Məşqçilər korpusu gənc qolkiperi bir həftə sınamağı düşünür.  Aleksandr Tuayev karyerası ərzində “Peresvet” və “Ekspres” kimi həvəskar komandaların, həmçinin…

[orthodoxydaily]

Saints&Reading: thu., Oct. 7, 2020

Commemorated on September 2_according to the Julian calendar

The Monk Sergei of Radonezh

     The Monk Sergei of Radonezh was born in the village of Varnitsa, near Rostov, on 3 May 1314. His parents were the pious and illustrious boyar-nobles Kirill and Maria. The Lord forechose him while still in his mother's womb. In the Vita of the Monk Sergei it reports, that at Divine Liturgy even before the birth of her son, Righteous Maria and those praying heard the thrice-repeated cry of the infant: before the reading of the Holy Gospel, during the time of the Cherubim hymn, and when the priest pronounced: "Holy Things to the Holy". God gave Kirill and Maria a son, whom they named Bartholomew. From his very first days of life the infant amazed everyone by his fasting, on Wednesdays and Fridays he would not accept milk from his mother, and on other days, if Maria used oil in the food, the infant likewise refused the milk of his mother. Noticing this, Maria refrained altogether from food with oil. At seven years of age Bartholomew was sent to study together with his two brothers – his older brother Stefan and his younger brother Peter. His brothers learned successfully, but Bartholomew fell behind in his studies, even though the teacher gave him much special attention. The parents scolded the child, the teacher chastised him, and his fellow-classmates made fun of his lack of comprehension. Finally in tears Bartholomew besought of the Lord to grant him the bookish understanding. One time his father sent Bartholomew out after the horses in the field. Along the way he met an Angel sent by God under the guise of appearance of a monk: the starets-elder stood at prayer beneathe an oak amidst the field. Bartholomew approached him, and bowing, waited for the elder's finish of prayer. That one blessed him, gave him a kiss and asked, what he wanted. Bartholomew answered: "With all my soul I want to learn reading and writing, holy father, pray for me to God, that He help me to become literate". The monk fulfilled the request of Bartholomew, raising up his prayer to God, and in blessing the lad he said to him: "From henceforth God giveth thee, my child, to understand reading and writing, and in this wilt thou surpass thy brothers and peers". With this the elder took forth a vessel and gave Bartholomew a portion of prosphora-bread: "Take, child, and eat, – said he. – This is given thee as a sign of the grace of God and for the understanding of Holy Scripture". The elder wanted to depart, but Bartholomew asked him to visit at the home of his parents. His parents received their guest with joy and offered him their hospitality. The starets answered, that first it is proper to partake of spiritual nourishment, and he bade their son to read the Psalter. Bartholomew began harmoniously to read, and his parents were amazed at the change that had happened with their son. In parting, the elder prophetically predicted about the Monk Sergei: "Great shalt be your son before God and the people. He shalt become a chosen habitation of the Holy Spirit". After this the holy lad read without difficulty and understood the contents of books. And with an especial fervour he became immersed in prayer, not missing a single Divine-service. Already in childhood he imposed upon himself a strict fast, he ate nothing on Wednesdays and Fridays, and on the other days he sustained himself on bread and water.

In about the year 1328 the parents of the Monk Sergei resettled from Rostov to Radonezh. When their older sons married, Kirill and Maria shortly before their death accepted the monastic schema at the Khot'kov monastery of the Protection of the MostHoly Mother of God, not far from Radonezh. And later on, the older brother Stefan as a widower accepted monasticism at this monastery. Having buried his parents, Bartholomew together with his brother Stefan withdrew for wilderness-dwelling into the forest (12 versts from Radonezh). At first they made cells, and then a not-large church, and with the blessing of metropolitan Theognost, it was consecrated in the Name of the Mos tHoly Trinity. But soon, unable to bear the difficulties of life in the wilderness, Stefan left his brother and went on to the Moscow Theophany monastery (where he became close with the Monk Alexei, afterwards Metropolitan of Moscow – Comm. 12 February).      Bartholomew on 7 October 1337 accepted tonsure into monasticism from hegumen Mitrophan, taking the name of the holy Martyr Sergios (Comm. 7 October), and he set about the start of a new habitation to the glory of the Life-Originating Trinity. Suffering temptations and demonic apparitions, the Monk Sergei advanced from strength to strength. Gradually he became known to other monks, seeking his guidance. The Monk Sergei accepted all with love, and soon in the small monastery were gathered a brethren of twelve monks. Their experienced spiritual guide distinguished himself by an extraordinary love for work. With his own hands he built several cells, he carried water, he chopped wood, baked bread, sewed clothing, prepared food for the brethren and humbly took on other tasks. The Monk Sergei combined the heavy work with prayer, vigil and fasting. The brethren were amazed, that with such severe exertion the health of their guide did not deteriorate, but rather became all the more hearty. It was not without difficulty that they implored the Monk Sergei to accept being hegumen over the monastery. In 1354 the Volynsk bishop Athanasii consecrated the Monk a priest-monk and elevated him to the dignity of hegumen. Just as before at the monastery, monastic obediences were strictly fulfilled. With the expansion of the monastery grew also its needs. Often the monks had only scant food, but through the prayers of the Monk Sergei unknown people provided the necessities.      Reports about the exploits of the Monk Sergei became known even at Constantinople, and Patriarch Philotheos sent to the Monk a cross, a "paraman" [or "paramandia" – a monk's article of clothing, a four-cornered cloth tied with cords to the chest and worn beneathe other garb, and adorned with symbols of the Lord's Passion] and schema-robe in blessing for new deeds, and a grammota-document of blessing, in which the patriarch counselled the chosen of God to organise a coenobitic (life-in-common) monastery. The Monk set off with the Patriarchal missive to Saint Alexei, and received from him the counsel to introduce a strict manner of life-in-common. The monks began to grumble at the strictness of the monastic ustav-rule, and the Monk Sergei was compelled to forsake the monastery. At the River Kirzhach he founded a monastery in honour of the Annunciation of the MostHoly Mother of God. Matters at the former monastery went quickly into disarray, and the remaining monks recoursed to Saint Alexei, that he should get the saint to return.      The Monk Sergei unquestioningly obeyed the sainted-hierarch, and left in place of himself at the Kirzhachsk monastery his disciple, the Monk Roman.      Already during his lifetime the Monk Sergei had been vouchsafed a graced gift of wonderworking. He resuscitated a lad, at a point when the despairing father had given up on his only son as lost. Reports about the miracles worked by the Monk Sergei began quickly to spread about, and the sick began to come to him, both from the surrounding villages and also from remote places. And no one left from the Monk without receiving healing of infirmities and edifying counsel. Everyone gave glory for the Monk Sergei, and reverenced him on an equal with the ancient holy fathers. But human glory did not hold allure for the great ascetic, and as before he remained the example of monastic humility.      One time Saint Stephen, Bishop of Perm (Comm. 27 April), – who deeply revered the Monk Sergei, was on journey from his diocese to Moscow. The road-way passed off eight versts distant from the Sergiev monastery. Intending to visit the monastery on his return trip, the saint stopped, and having recited a prayer, he bowed to the Monk Sergei with the words: "Peace be to thee, spiritual brother". At this instant the Monk Sergei was sitting at refectory-meal with the brethren. In reply to the blessing of the sainted-hierarch, the Monk Sergei rose up, recited a prayer, and made a return blessing to Saint Stephen. Certain of the disciples, astonished at the extraordinary action of the Monk Sergei, hastened off to the indicated place, and became convinced of the veracity of the vision.      Gradually the monks began to witness also other similar actions. One time during Liturgy an Angel of the Lord served together with the Monk, but the Monk Sergei in his humility forbade anyone to tell about this before the end of his life on earth.      The Monk Sergei was connected with Saint Alexei by close bonds of spiritual friendship and brotherly love. Saint Alexei in his declining years summoned the Monk Sergei to him and besought him to accept to be Russian Metropolitan, but Blessed Sergei in humility declined to be primate.      The Russian Land at this time suffered under the Mongol-Tatar Yoke. Having gathered an army, Great-prince Dimitrii Ioannovich Donskoy went to monastery of the Monk Sergei to ask blessing in the pending struggle. The Monk Sergei gave blessing to two monks of his monastery to render help to the great-prince: the schema-monk Andrei (Oslyaba) and the schema-monk Aleksandr (Peresvet), and he predicted the victory for prince Dimitrii. The prophecy of the Monk Sergei was fulfilled: on 8 September 1380, on the feastday of the Nativity of the Most Holy Mother of God, Russian soldiers gained a total victory over the Tatar hordes at Kulikovo Pole (Kulikovo Field), and set in place the beginning of the liberation of the Russian Land from the Mongol Yoke. During the time of the fighting the Monk Sergei together with the brethren stood at prayer and besought God to grant victory to the Russian forces.      For his angelic manner of life the Monk Sergei was granted an heavenly vision by God. One time by night Abba Sergei was reading the rule of prayer beneathe an icon of the Most Holy Mother of God. Having completed the reading of the canon to the Mother of God, he sat down to rest, but suddenly he said to his disciple, the Monk Mikhei (Comm. 6 May), that there awaited them a wondrous visitation. After a moment the Mother of God appeared accompanied by the holy Apostles Peter and John the Theologian. Due to the extraordinary bright light the Monk Sergei fell down, but the MostHoly Mother of God touched Her hands to him, and in blessing him promised always to be Protectress of his holy monastery.      Having reached old age, and foreseeing his own end six months beforehand, the Monk summoned the brethren to him and blessed as hegumen his disciple the Monk Nikon (Comm. 17 November), who was experienced in the spiritual life and obedience. In tranquil solitude the Monk reposed to God on 25 September 1392. On the eve beforehand the great saint of God summoned the brethren a final time and turned to them with the words of last-instruction: "Brethren, be attentive to yourselves. Have first the fear of God, purity of soul and love unhypocritical...".

© 1996-2001 by translator Fr. S. Janos.

Luke 6:17-23 

17And He came down with them and stood on a level place with a crowd of His disciples and a great multitude of people from all Judea and Jerusalem, and from the seacoast of Tyre and Sidon, who came to hear Him and be healed of their diseases,18 as well as those who were tormented with unclean spirits. And they were healed.19 And the whole multitude sought to touch Him, for power went out from Him and healed them all. 20 Then He lifted up His eyes toward His disciples, and said: Blessed are you poor, For yours is the kingdom of God. 21 Blessed are you who hunger now, For you shall be filled. Blessed are you who weep now, For you shall laugh. 22 Blessed are you when men hate you, And when they exclude you, And revile you, and cast out your name as evil, For the Son of Man's sake. 23 Rejoice in that day and leap for joy! For indeed your reward is great in heaven, For in like manner their fathers did to the prophets.

Galatians 5:22-6:2 

22But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law. 24And those who are Christ's have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.25 If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit.26 Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another.

1Brethren, if a man is overtaken in any trespass, you who are spiritual restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness, considering yourself lest you also be tempted. 2 Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.

[gojuo]

me, knowing full well that aleksandr peresvet died in single combat w chelubey at the battle of kulikovo in 1380 but still praying that sasha will not die now

[cinderkaliningrad]

Did you know...? (The Winternight Trilogy)

Did you know that Sasha has a film? The animation is quite bad, but I think that frame by frame (as drawings) it's a work of art. If you watch the film, you will never imagine the Winternight trilogy scenarios the same.

I don't know how accurate is all historically, but since it was made by Russians (by the Ministry of Culture and the Patriarch of Moscow), I don't think it to be a mess like Gladiator.

[lucimiir]

Winternight fandom where is our Sasha and Olya appreciation. They’re so amazing

[cinderkaliningrad]

Saint of my devotion.

He wanted to demand promises, pledges, confessions, if only to delay the realization that there were some things he couldn’t change. But he bit back the words. He knew they wouldn’t do any good. She had survived the frost and the flame, had found a harbor, however brief. Perhaps that was all anyone could ask, in the world’s savage turning.

—Aleksandr Peresvet, from The Winter of the Witch

[cinderkaliningrad]

Aleksandr Peresvet, who was monk, saint and hero.

[lucimiir]

Screaming crying throwing up about the scene where Olya tries to convince Sasha not to leave

[cinderkaliningrad]

Winternight trilogy meme:

For more content like this: go to the Facebook blog!

[cinderkaliningrad]

Going out with … would include: (The Bear and the Nightingale).

PYOTR:

Caring for and loving their sons and daughters.

You don't need to give him more children.

Be a good, empowered and resolute woman to help him manage his farm and his village.

Earn the respect of the villagers and servants.

Raise Vasya as if she were your own daughter.

Hard work at the farm.

Helping Dunya.

KOLYA:

Put up with him not putting up with your dramas.

Love your little boy very much.

Put up with him asking for your forgiveness on the basis of giving you baskets of fish for dinner or a piece of game. (Don't worry, he provides).

That he goes off on a spree with his father and little brother to spend quality family time (men's evening) while they hunt.

That he gives you a shock when he comes home and tells you that your son almost killed himself riding a horse.

Go and thank Vasya for saving your son.

Punish Kolya for not being attentive to the child.

SASHA:

To get dirty looks when you do something unladylike.

Put up with his internal dramas and complaints about his brother-in-law Morozko.

Advise eachother on your important decisions.

Support him in difficult moments (when he screws up by being reckless).

Put up with him getting into trouble because of his desire for adventure.

Heal his wounds after battles.

Fear for his life every time he goes on quests (if you stay at home) and fight alongside him (if he takes you along).

Put up with him while he plays the hero.

Complain to Father Sergey about how much of a jerk and loudmouth Sasha can be. (But, hey, he can make soup to you).

Wanting to hit him when he is too sincere or when he tries to impose his ideals.

Enjoying his beautiful voice as he sings prayers.

ALYOSHA:

Give him cuddles because he misses his siblings and parents.

Help him raise Irina.

Help him run the house and the farm, now that his father is away.

Be strong for both of them from time to time, if he breaks down because he misses his family.

Accompany him on little adventures in the forest and on the farm.

He being very attentive and understanding about everything (probably the only one who will know how to take care of you if you have your period).

DMITRII:

Hide yourself from his wife.

A lot of NSFW content. (His wife doesn't satisfy him, deal with it).

He wanting a heir.

Feed eachother in the mouth.

Gossiping like old women all night and all day. (He is that husband who waits up for you when you go out with the girls and makes tea-time with you to pass on the gossip).

Sneaking into the kitchen at midnight for a snack.

Run together from Sasha.

Him doing a shakespearean drama. (Dmitrii Ivanovich, Grand Prince of Moscow and Drama).

[cinderkaliningrad]

THE MONK AND THE PRINCE

THE WINTERNIGHT TRILOGY from the perspective of ALEKSANDR PERESVET.

CHAPTER 1. - The boy and the angel.

We all know the relationship of Vasya and the frost demon Morozko, as well as the story of Konstantin with the devouring demon Medved. The most influential and relevant characters in this saga have always had a supernatural companion… All except Sasha. But what if Aleksandr Peresvet had never been alone, what if instead of a pagan demon he had had an angel from Heaven?

It was a warm, bright morning in Lesnaya Zemlya at the beginning of the warm season. A child's cry echoed through Pyotr Vladimirovich's estate in the first light of dawn. The mistress of the land, Marina Ivanovna, had given birth to her second son. ‘His name will be Aleksandr.’ Marina said with a smile. ‘He was born at dawn.’ Pyotr murmured proudly. ‘It's a good omen.’

The morning light warmed the room as it streamed through the window. Then a small breeze blew in, caressing the black locks on the newborn's head. Marina, who had a little magic, thought she heard a voice say to the baby, ‘You will bring The Light into the world, little one.’ Marina's gaze remained fixed on her son's cradle and she thought she saw someone stroking the child and smiled.

Between the felt and woollen blankets, Sasha opened her eyes to the world for the first time and marvelled at the light of it. Turning her head, she was met head-on by a pair of silver eyes staring unblinkingly at her. Beside him in the cradle was a little girl, with pale hair and wings on her back. All children are supposed to cry at birth, but Sasha pulled the corners of her mouth up and laughed. That seemingly meaningless gesture gave hope to Pyotr Vladimirovich, who said proudly, ‘This one is special, Marina. Our son will be great.’ His large hands, hardened by the use of sword and axe, cradled the newborn. ‘Love the world, little Sasha, the world will reciprocate.’

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Years later, two children were running through the wheat fields. ‘Wait for me, Zadira!’ Pyotr Vladimirovich's second son shouted to the winged girl. She turned to him and stuck out her tongue. ‘Let me think about it… No.’ She kept running towards the river until she stopped on the bank. But the boy was going too fast and his long legs wouldn't let him slow down. With a ‘chof’ the two ended up on top of each other in the river. ‘Clumsy.’ Zadira laughed at Sasha and splashed water at him with her wings. Shielding himself from the attack with his arms, the boy approached his guardian angel while she was distractedly flapping furiously over the surface of the river to get him wet. And when he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her, restraining her movement. ‘I've got you.’ ‘Let go of me, human!’ shrieked Zadira kicking at the air. She blushed like a human maiden as Sasha carried her like a bride towards the riverbank. Sasha let out a playful giggle and prodded her angel in the side to tease her. The girl squealed again and the two of them scampered off again. - Someday I'll be so fast and so agile that you'll have to run after me -thought the boy as he shook the water out of his hair.

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Sasha and Zadira grew up and learned together without anyone seeing them, as the angel was only visible to him. She instilled in him a curiosity to explore, a love of freedom and devotion to God. ‘Isn't she beautiful?’ Zadira asked him as she braided the mane of a mare. This one had a tame character, had been born the same year as Sasha and was named Mysh. Pyotr had promised his second son that he would ride her when she was old enough. And that day was not far off. Sasha was growing at a good pace, he had always been a tall and healthy boy, like a young oak tree. Though he was not as broad and stocky as his older brother, Kolya. Normally, Sasha was enthusiastic when his father let him look after the horses. That day, however, he was subdued and seemed absent.

‘Yes, beautiful.’ Replied the boy with a distracted air as he brushed the mare's right side with some reluctance. Zadira had her wings spread over the beast's shoulders and was sitting on the withers. In an oversight, Sasha didn't see where her hand was going and ended up combing the angel's plumage. Zadira ruffled her feathers and retracted her wings, disgusted by the rough texture of the brush's bristles. She looked like an angry owl. ‘Sorry.’ He dropped the brush onto the hay in the stable and hurried to take the angel in his arms. His brow was furrowed, he'd been making a lot of mistakes doing his homework lately and it frustrated him. He hadn't been able to fully concentrate on anything for a while. ‘It's okay.’ She shook her head, taking the heat off the matter. ‘You've been distracted lately, Sasha. Is something wrong?’ ‘Mother's pregnant again, she'll be due in the winter. She keeps saying she's fine, but I've overheard Dunya talking to father and the old woman fears the worst. Mother is too thin and old to bring children into the world. I know that is the duty of women and yet…’ Sasha pressed Zadira's body to her chest in a helpless gesture. ‘I fear for her life, Zara. I love the baby. But every time I think of my mother giving her life for my brother's or sister's, my heart shrinks.’

‘It's normal.’ She muttered. ‘It's your mother. You care for her.’ Distressed, the child pressed his cheeks against the plumage of his divine protector and two tears fell from his eyes. In early November, with the first snowfall, Marina gave birth to a baby girl and her soul was reunited with her ancestors at dawn. The news was colder than the winter that was closing in on the ranch. The pain of the loss of that good and vivacious woman, who had been wife, mistress and mother, nestled deep in the hearts of the family she had left behind. So deep were its roots, that it blossomed into bitter resentment towards the wretched creature who would never know her mother except through the stories others would tell of her. Especially in Pyotr and his daughter Olga. The girl, barely eight years old, loved baby Vasya like the children she dreamed of having in the future. But a part of her bled at the thought that it was that tiny green-eyed being who had taken her mother away from her. At the funeral, as many tears were shed as snowflakes fell from the sky. Amidst the grief-stricken crowd, the second son of Pyotr and Marina held Zadira tightly to his chest. The daughter of God did not move throughout the ceremony and was indulgent in letting Sasha drench her wings with his sadness.

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