The miracle of the resurrection of Claudia Ustyuzhanina (Barnaul miracle). Barnaul miracle
Word of mouth about " Barnaul miracle" - the amazing resurrection from the dead of Barnaul resident Klavdia Ustyuzhanina and her miraculous healing from cancer - has long stepped beyond Altai Territory. The story is old, but lovers of miracles cannot forget about it. Books and newspapers talk about the Barnul saint, her story, growing in detail, walks across the Internet: Orthodox Christians do not doubt the divine nature of the miracle, scientists are debating how to explain the phenomenon from a materialistic point of view. But no one doubts one thing - the authenticity amazing fact. Meanwhile, in reality everything was somewhat different...
K.N. Ustyuzhanina In 1964, during an operation for intestinal cancer in the hospital, a woman died - a simple saleswoman, Klavdiya Nikitichna Ustyuzhanina, who did not believe in God. Her body was taken to the morgue, where it lay for 3 days, and then the deceased miraculously came to life, and it soon became clear that cancer tumor she disappeared without a trace. After the resurrection, the former atheist became a Christian and a convinced preacher of faith in the Lord. This is the official version.
Here is how Komsomolskaya Pravda journalist (May 29, 1998) A. Polynsky talks about it from the words of a priest who once met with Ustyuzhanina: “During the operation, Claudia suddenly saw herself as if above her body and first watched the progress of the operation , and then - how the body was taken to the morgue. The doctors did not sew up the striped stomach, they only lightly walked with large “stitches”... And later, a morgue worker, passing by her body, suddenly drew attention to what was unnatural for a dead person. pink color legs He touched them and they were warm.” The doctors, naturally, at first did not believe in the resurrection of the deceased, but then they nevertheless took her into the operating room and “stitched her up normally.” The priest further says that Klavdia Nikitichna showed him a certificate of her own death and a medical history, which, however, only contained a record of resuscitation on the operating table. Ustyuzhanina’s son Andrei adds (quote from the same article): “A month later, mom went to bed repeat operation, which was conducted by the famous doctor Alyabyeva Valentina Vasilievna. After the operation, Valentina Vasilievna suddenly burst into tears and announced: there was not even a suspicion in the body of the person being operated on that there had once been intestinal cancer. Then my mother came to the surgeon Neimark, who operated on her for the first time, and asked: “How could you make such a mistake?” He replied: “An error has been ruled out, I saw the organs affected by cancer myself, my assistants saw the diagnosis, and the analysis confirmed it. Metastases were already occurring, we pumped out one and a half liters of pus from you.”
Nikolai Leonov writes in even more detail and emotion about these amazing events in the book “Secrets of Millennia,” published in 1998 by the Moscow publishing house Ch.A.O. and Co. with a circulation of 7,000. Here is the scene in the operating room: “...and there was no chance left to save the patient, although the team of surgeons tried for a long time to fight for her life...<...>Thought with incredible tension tries to find that last one. possible variant salvation, but alas. Death had already swallowed up its victim... The operation was undertaken by the well-known oncologist in the region, Israel Isaevich Neimark (in fact, he was not an oncologist, but a general surgeon, for a long time Headed the Department of Faculty Surgery at the Altai Medical Institute. - N.V.). The picture... was completely obvious: instead of the pancreas, there was a remnant of ugly, degenerated tissue, drowned in a huge number pus." Then the “unsewn up corpse” was sent to the morgue, and three days later “the orderlies who came to pick up Ustyuzhanina’s corpse suddenly discovered signs of life in it: she was clearly moving, trying to sit up! Abandoning the stretcher, they fled from the morgue in fear.” As you can see, the situation here looks more dramatic than in the Komsomolskaya Pravda version. Further - more: “The “secret” stamps were earned, office phones began to crackle, notifying Moscow about strange incident. From there came one order: SILENT!” It goes without saying that the minds corrupted by communism, materialism and atheism could not recognize the miracle, therefore, after the resurrection, Klavdiya Nikitichna was subjected to merciless persecution, and in medical documents a false record of simple clinical death remained.
There were other publications about the “Barnaul miracle” - for example. in the newspaper “On the Edge of the Impossible” (No. 4, 1998). This article is noteworthy in that it is narrated on behalf of Ustyuzhanina herself, although Komsomolskaya Pravda reports that she died of heart disease in 1978. You can still learn about Claudia Nikitichna’s excursion to heaven and her communication with the Mother of God first-hand: a detailed record of her story is, for example, on the Internet page http://svtnicola.narod.ru/new_page_6.htm.
The case, needless to say, is extraordinary, and in this incredible plot, not only very real, but also very famous and dear people– I. I. Neimark, V. V. Alyabyeva. Naturally, I have long wanted to find out whether everything happened as they write about it, since there was an opportunity for this. Unfortunately, I. I. Neimark, who performed the operation, is no longer alive, but in Altai medical university The head of the Department of Urology is his son, Professor Alexander Izrailevich Neimark, also a surgeon and a famous scientist. I asked him about the “Barnaul miracle” and thanks to him I learned a lot about this story that journalists, lovers of stunning sensations, prefer to remain silent about.
After the above-mentioned article appeared in Komsomolskaya Pravda, I. I. Neimark sent a letter to the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, in which he spoke in detail about what these events actually were. He never received an answer. But a copy of his letter has been preserved, and I would like, albeit belatedly, to still give the floor to a person who really knew the truth. This is what he writes.
"In February 1964, to the faculty clinic of Altai medical institute At the railway hospital, headed by me, Klavdiya Ustyuzhanina was admitted for surgery by oncologists with a diagnosis of transverse colon cancer. At the clinic, the patient was operated on under endotracheal anesthesia. During induction of anesthesia, cardiac arrest occurred. Resuscitation measures were immediately taken, and quickly, within two minutes, it was possible to restore cardiac activity. During the operation, a large inflammatory conglomerate was discovered emanating from the transverse colon, compressing and impeding its patency. No cancer metastases and 1.5 liters of pus mentioned in the article were found. A fistula is placed on the cecum to drain gases, intestinal contents and create conditions for eliminating the inflammatory process. Thus, cancer was excluded. The picture matched inflammatory process. The entire operation lasted 25 minutes. After the operation, the patient was unconscious for two days. She was in the intensive care ward, under constant supervision of doctors and nurses. She was breathing on her own and her heart was working normally. Then she regained consciousness and began to wonder what was found during the operation and what was done to her. I personally talked to her many times and convinced her that she did not have cancer, but had inflammation, and when it subsided, her fistula would be closed. But she didn’t believe me, because she often talked about this topic and told me that she had a boy, Andrei, growing up. There is no father, and if she has cancer, then [she] must think about how to arrange it. I assured her that there was no cancer and there was no need to do anything, that she would raise and raise him herself.
Consequently, Claudia Ustyuzhanina did not die either on the operating table or after the operation, so there was no need for her to be resurrected. I don't understand how she could show the death certificate and medical history. I also doubt that she was a “convinced atheist”; in the hospital she often prayed, and God helped her - her heart activity quickly recovered, and there was no cancer. Subsequently, Ustyuzhanina recovered. The tumor shrank and resolved. At the city hospital, Dr. V.V. Alyabyeva sewed up her fistula, and the patient completely recovered. On the eve of the operation, Valentna Vasilyevna called me on the phone, and I told her that the inflammatory tumor had resolved. V.V. knew before the operation that the patient did not have cancer.<...>As for Ustyuzhanina, she came up with a legend about how she rose from the dead. At the same time, the legend changed all the time. At first she spread the word that she had died, and they carried her naked in the cold to the morgue where the corpses lay. The hospital guard came, dropped the bucket, and she woke up. The soul flew to the market (Ustyuzhanina worked in trade), an angel met her and ordered her to return to Claudia, and she came to life. In fact, at that time no one died in the railway hospital, there were no corpses, and there were never guards in the hospital at all.
Ustyuzhanina promoted her holiness and organized a business, carried out ablutions and sold the used water as holy. Her public performance accompanied by rude exits and curses in in public places city addressed to me and the employees of the railway hospital with a completely anti-Semitic connotation.
Articles similar to the one you published appeared many times in different newspapers, but with various options fiction... It is clear to me that the initiator of these speeches is her son Andrei, who now serves as a priest at the Holy Dormition convent Alexandrova. One has to wonder how, for 20 years after the death of his mother, he exaggerates the legend she invented to create popularity and fame for himself. Moreover, in all these publications there is a hint of anti-Semitism...
Behind long years surgical activity is the only case in my practice, when I have to prove the absurdity of such a publication. I could never imagine that you could publish this nonsense and become like the tabloid press... By this you caused [me] the deepest offense and mental trauma, which [I] didn’t deserve.”
The editors of Komsomolskaya Pravda, as already mentioned, did not respond to this letter, and probably for a very simple reason: there was nothing to answer.
It is quite obvious that the testimony of a professor-surgeon, a direct participant in the events, deserves no less confidence than the stories of journalists based on information obtained from third, or even tenth, hands. Are any comments needed here? There was no cancer, there was no death, there was no resurrection - all this, alas, is only the result of the unbridled imagination of Klavdia Nikitichna herself, her son and their followers. And the picturesque details of the operation, scenes in the morgue worthy of Hitchcock films, and other dramatic plot twists are entirely on the conscience of, to put it mildly, not very truthful authors.
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Recently, various kinds of videos about the so-called “posthumous journeys” of certain citizens who allegedly experienced a state of “protracted clinical death” have come into fashion. Among them, the videos of the well-known “blessed” Andrei, the “psychotherapist” Elena, the Tuapse woman Valentina, the representative of the Caucasian nationality Lyubov, Liliya from Belarus and some other “krasnobaev” are especially popular. The tales of “blessed” Andrei on our website in the “Apologetics” section were successfully debunked. Now let’s briefly talk about the rest of the hype, which is essentially a repetition of Andrei’s women’s fables. Let us recall that most of the videos are distributed by supporters of the schismatic S.N. Dzyuban and representatives of the pseudo-Orthodox sects of Tsarebozhniks and Neo-Black Hundreds.
As you know, you cannot build faith on lies and intimidation.
All means are suitable for turning people into a herd, but the most effective is fear. A religious worldview built on fear will enslave the will and the person himself. Here is the most fertile environment for myth-making: the Taxpayer Identification Number as the seal of the Antichrist, evil Freemasons, approaching persecution, the imminent end of the world, TV and computer as the eye of the Antichrist, sepulchral “sermons”, etc. A person is lost, he does not know how to continue to exist, everything is confused in his head, and fear has a chilling hand on the whole soul of a person.
If the Gospel liberates a person and brings joy, then a religion built on myths and fears enslaves and destroys a person.
The stories of sepulchral “travelers” from Mr. Dzyuban’s films, as well as samizdat works, it is unknown who blessed them, which even include comments from respected bishops, who, unknown where, in what context, and under what circumstances took place, are shocking with their stupidity and ignorance. The plot of all these fables is not new, it is quite primitive, clumsily copied from church tradition, and grossly distorted. It is worth noting that students of catechetical courses are not told in a word or a hint that they need to talk about such topics in conversations with newborns; on the contrary, respected missionaries persistently advise them to beware of them.
So, the plot of the fables of “Orthodox visionaries” - travelers to the “afterlife”. It is quite monotonous, the story of one traveler is almost no different from the story of another, except that there are slight variations, which is quite logical. First, the narrator "dies." This usually happens in the hospital, on the operating table, or in your room. Then follows a scene described by the famous Dr. Moody: a person sees himself “from the outside,” cannot “scream out” to the medical staff, penetrates through objects and walls...
Suddenly “out of nowhere” - creatures similar to people appear, who grab the soul of the “dead” and “drag” them somewhere. I note that in the stories of Protestants these creatures are not present; there is usually only one creature who asks the “dead” questions, and soon returns the soul to the body. This is understandable; Protestants do not believe in ordeals, which usually take much longer than the state of clinical death. It is absolutely important for “Orthodox visionaries” to build their plot on fear, so they “die” not for five minutes, that’s how long clinical death lasts, after which irreversible processes occur in the body, and it is IMPOSSIBLE for a person to return to life, but for a day, otherwise and more...
The soul, feeling that evil creatures are dragging it somewhere, begins to shake with fear. In addition to this, these “people” put psychological pressure on the soul, pointing out its great sinfulness and insignificance, recalling everything bad that it has done in life down to the smallest detail. As a result, “demons” frighten the soul with eternal torment in hell. Next, the soul is intercepted by other “creatures”, kinder ones, who do not accuse it of its worthlessness, but do not say anything special about its benefits, because, as it turns out, there were none... That is, the consequence establishes that the soul is entirely woven from vices ... It is interesting that subsequently the narrator “reveals” that these “creatures” turned out to be... saints! Moreover, this is revealed upon the return of the sinful soul to the body; basically, they are “identified” by icons...
“Saints” drag a paralyzed soul to terrible places, which I do not undertake to describe; this is the plot for a psychological thriller, where Freddy Krueger, next to the tormentors of sinners, quietly went to smoke.
The soul trembles. The “saints” explain to the “dead” who and for what sins are being tortured here. This is followed by a meeting with relatives, who reproach the soul for “not remembering them at the proskomedia.” Excuse me, but all the sepulchral broadcasters were atheists before their “death”! So what do the relatives of the unfortunate “dead” reproach for? He had never heard such words in his life...
Another travel scene is a showing of the “paradise” and its inhabitants. Sometimes it precedes a journey through hell. “Paradise” in the stories of visionaries is blue and white clothes on fair-haired teenagers, apples, figs, flowers, goldfinches and hummingbirds, the aromas of perfume oils and other flora and fauna of the country of the Emerald City. The saints seem to be hinting: it’s so beautiful here, everyone is constantly singing and feasting (alas, life is monotonous and boring in such a “paradise”, where all the activities of the inhabitants come down to songs and meals), and she, the damned soul, will have to rot in hell forever . And this is nothing more than a natural tease - the soul’s path to heaven is barred...
And finally the climax comes. The soul is escorted to “Christ” himself and forced to worship him for “His fair judgment”, despite the fact that the judgment was pronounced not by “God” at all, but by “evil demons”. Obviously, many “dead” atheists would not have any particular desire to throw themselves at the feet of such a “God” who is only watching this cruel spectacle, and there is no particular meaning: the hitherto unbelieving soul is supposedly condemned. Apparently, this is why she is forced to fall to the “throne of God”... And then suddenly a dialogue occurs: “Christ” himself, or the “Mother of God” begins to talk with the soul, allegedly announcing to it his appeal for a specific purpose. The goal basically comes down to prophecies and the command to the appealed soul to spread the “prophecies” to the living upon returning to the body. “God” or “Mother of God” can even “prophesy” about the “coming revival of Russia” and the “imminent end of the world”, of course also with the requirement to “tell everything that happened to the soul” to as many people as possible. Which in itself is very doubtful from the point of view of church tradition... The gravediggers obviously do not know that the Mother of God appeared to Sergius of Radonezh only once in his life, and Christ to Seraphim of Sarov once in his life. These phenomena were not reported during the life of the saints. The afterlife fate of ordinary people, except for canonized saints, is not revealed to anyone because of the warning against despondency on the one hand and against neglect of spiritual life on the other.
Further, the “Almighty” personally “himself”, sometimes the “Mother of God” commands the soul to “return to the body.” And again - the plot from Dr. Moody's book - a return to the ward, and then to the body...
These are the tales, gentlemen... Designed for noodle-eating ordinary people. And it’s sad that often these stories are concocted allegedly under the “blessing” of respected rulers and are snapped up like hot cakes (((
What we can know from the so-called out-of-body experience, is limited to a few definitions and assumptions, and cannot in any way reflect not only private views, but especially outright lies
“BARNAUL MIRACLE” In the early 60s of the last century, the whole country was waiting to be shown the last priest. This promise was made by N.S. Khrushchev. In 1961, the Kiev Pechersk Lavra was closed and the monks were dispersed. In 1962, the same fate befell Glinskaya Pustyn. The Church made incredible efforts to defend the Pyukhtitsa Monastery and the Pochaev Lavra. Persecution was brought against many representatives of the Orthodox clergy and monasticism. In 1964, the Lord Almighty showed a miracle on the Russian Land, which the whole country learned about. In Barnaul, the resurrection of a woman, Claudia Nikitichna Ustyuzhanina, who died of cancer, took place. Along with the miracle that occurred a little earlier, in 1956, and which was popularly called “Zoino’s Standing” (more details here:), these two events revealed a great sign. The merciful Lord called people to awaken faith and repentance. After her experience, Klavdia Nikitichna changed her life, became a deeply religious person, and addressed a call to repentance to all people who wanted to hear her. This could not go unpunished. The authorities took all measures to extinguish the source of “obscurantism” and opium for the people. Finally, together with her son Andrei, she was forced to secretly flee Barnaul to avoid arrest. Having settled in Strunino, near Sergiev Posad, she was able to raise her son in the spirit of deep faith, setting an example of piety. Andrei Ustyuzhanin, having graduated from the Moscow Theological Seminary and the Moscow Theological Academy at the Trinity-Sergius Lavra, became an Orthodox priest.
A story about the true events that happened in the city of Barnaul with Claudia Ustyuzhanina in 1964 (recorded verbatim by her son Archpriest Andrei Ustyuzhanin, published with the blessing of His Holiness Patriarch Alexy II of Moscow and All Rus'). “I, Klavdiya Nikitichna Ustyuzhanina, was born on March 5, 1919. in the village of Yarki, Novosibirsk Region, in the large family of peasant Nikita Trofimovich Ustyuzhanin. There were fourteen children in our family, but the Lord did not abandon us with His mercy. In 1928 I lost my mother. My older brothers and sisters went to work (I was the second to last child in the family). The people loved their father very much for his responsiveness and fairness. He helped those in need with everything he could. When he fell ill with typhoid fever, it was hard for the family, but the Lord did not abandon us. In 1934, my father passed away. After seven years of school, I went to study at a technical school, and then completed a driver’s course (1943 - 1945). In 1937 I got married. A year later, a daughter, Alexandra, was born, but two years later she fell ill and died. After the war I lost my husband. It was hard for me alone, I had to work in all sorts of jobs and positions. In 1941, my pancreas began to hurt, and I began to turn to doctors for help. I got married a second time, and we didn’t have children for a long time. Finally, in 1956, my son Andryusha was born. When the child was 9 months old, my husband and I separated because he drank heavily, was jealous of me, and treated my son badly. In 1963 – 1964 I was forced to go to the hospital for examination. I was diagnosed with a malignant tumor. However, not wanting to upset me, I was told that the tumor was benign. I wanted to be told the truth, without hiding anything, but they only told me that my card was in the oncology clinic. Arriving there and wanting to find out the truth, I pretended to be my sister, who was interested in the medical history of a relative. They told me that I had a malignant tumor, or so-called cancer. Before undergoing surgery, in the event of death, I needed to arrange for my son and make an inventory of his property. When the inventory was made, they began to ask relatives who would take my son, but everyone refused him, and then they registered him in an orphanage. On February 17, 1964, I handed over the work in my store, and on February 19 I was already in surgery. It was conducted by the famous professor Israel Isaevich Neimark (Jewish by nationality) together with three doctors and seven student interns. It was useless to cut anything out of the stomach, since it was all covered in cancer; 1.5 liters of pus were pumped out. Death occurred right on the operating table. I didn’t feel the process of separating my soul from my body, only suddenly I saw my body from the outside the way we see, for example, some thing: a coat, a table, etc. I see how people are fussing around my body, trying to bring me back to life. I hear everything and understand what they are talking about. I feel and worry, but I can’t let them know that I’m here. Suddenly I found myself in places close and dear to me, where I had ever been offended, where I cried, and in other difficult and memorable places. However, I did not see anyone near me, and how long it took for me to be able to visit these places, and how my movement was carried out - all this remained an incomprehensible mystery to me. Suddenly I found myself in an area completely unfamiliar to me, where there were no residential buildings, no people, no forest, no plants. Then I saw a green alley, not very wide and not very narrow. Although I was in a horizontal position on this alley, I was not lying on the grass itself, but on a dark square object (about 1.5 by 1.5 meters), but I could not determine what material it was made of, since I was unable to touch it with my own hands. The weather was moderate: not very cold and not very hot. I didn’t see the sun shining there, but I couldn’t say that the weather was cloudy. I had a desire to ask someone about where I was. On the western side I saw a gate, reminiscent in its shape of the royal gates in the temple of God. The radiance from them was so strong that if it were possible to compare the radiance of gold or some other precious metal with their brilliance, then it would be like coal in comparison with these gates. Suddenly I saw a tall Woman walking towards me from the east. Strict, dressed in a long robe (as I later learned - a monastic robe), with her head covered. One could see a stern face, the ends of the fingers and part of the foot when walking. When She stood with her foot on the grass, it bent, and when She removed her foot, the grass unbent, taking its previous position (and not as it usually happens). Walking next to Her was a child who only reached Her shoulder. I tried to see his face, but I never succeeded, because he always turned to me either sideways or with his back. As I found out later, this was my Guardian Angel. I was happy, thinking that when they came closer, I would be able to find out from them where I was. All the time the child asked the Woman for something, stroked Her hand, but She treated him very coldly, not heeding his requests. Then I thought: “How ruthless She is. If my son Andryusha asked me for something the way this child asks from Her, then I would even buy him what he asks for with my last money.” Not reaching 1.5 or 2 meters, the woman, raising her eyes upward, asked: “Lord, where is she?” I heard a voice that answered Her: “She needs to be brought back down, she died before her time.” It was like a man's voice crying. If one could define it, it would be a velvety baritone. When I heard this, I realized that I was not in some city, but in Heaven. But at the same time, I had hope that I could go down to earth. The woman asked: “Lord, how should I lower her, she has short hair?” I again heard the answer: “Give her a braid in her right hand, matching the color of her hair.” After these words, the Woman entered the gate I had previously seen, and Her child remained standing next to me. When She passed away, I thought that if this Woman spoke to God, then I could too, and I asked: “They say on earth that you have heaven here somewhere?” However, there was no answer to my question. Then I turned to the Lord again: “I have a small child left.” And I hear in response: “I know. Do you feel sorry for him? “Yes,” I answer and hear: “So, I feel three times sorry for each of you. And I have so many of you that there is no such number. You walk by My Grace, breathe My Grace and incline Me in every way.” And I also heard: “Pray, a meager century of life remains. Not the powerful prayer that you read or learned somewhere, but the one that is from the bottom of your heart, stand anywhere and tell Me: “Lord, help me! Lord, give it to me! I see you, I hear you." At this time, the Woman with a scythe returned, and I heard a voice addressing Her: “Show her heaven, she asks where heaven is.” The woman came up to me and extended Her hand over me. As soon as She did this, it was as if I was thrown up by an electric current, and I immediately found myself in an upright position. After that, She turned to me with the words: “Your paradise is on earth, but here is what paradise is,” and showed me on the left side. And then I saw a great many people standing closely together. They were all black, covered in charred skin. There were so many of them that, as they say, there was nowhere for the apple to fall. Only the whites of the eyes and teeth were white. There was such an unbearable stench coming from them that when I came to life, there was still some time left. I felt it for a while. The smell in the toilet is like perfume in comparison. People were talking among themselves: “This one has arrived from the earthly paradise.” They tried to recognize me, but I could not identify any of them. Then the Woman said to me: “For these people, the most expensive alms on earth is water. Countless people drink from one drop of water.” Then She held her hand again, and people were no longer visible. But suddenly I see twelve objects moving towards me. In their shape, they resembled wheelbarrows, but without wheels, but there were no people visible to move them. These objects moved independently. When they swam up to me, the Woman gave me a scythe in her right hand and said: “Step on these wheelbarrows and walk forward all the time.” And I walked first with my right foot, and then putting my left one to it (not the way we walk - right, left). When I thus reached the last, twelfth, it turned out to be without a bottom. I saw the whole earth, so well, clearly and clearly, as we cannot even see our own palm. I saw a temple, next to it there was a store where I had recently worked. I told the Woman, “I worked in this store.” She answered me: “I know.” And I thought: “If She knows that I worked there, then it turns out that She knows what I did there.” I also saw our priests, standing with their backs to us and in civilian clothes. The woman asked me, “Do you recognize any of them?” Having looked at them more closely, I pointed to Fr. Nikolai Vaitovich and called him by his first name and patronymic, as secular people do. At that moment the priest turned in my direction. Yes, it was him, he was wearing a suit that I had never seen before. The woman said, “Stand here.” I answered: “There is no bottom here, I will fall.” And I hear: “We need you to fall.” - “But I’ll crash.” - “Don’t be afraid, you won’t break yourself.” Then She shook her scythe, and I found myself in the morgue in my body. I don’t know how or in what way I entered it. At this time, a man whose leg had been cut off was brought into the morgue. One of the orderlies noticed signs of life in me. We informed the doctors about this, and they took all the necessary measures to save me: they gave me an oxygen bag and gave me injections. I remained dead for three days (died on February 19, 1964, came to life on February 22). A few days later, without properly stitching my throat and leaving a fistula in the side of my abdomen, I was discharged home. I couldn’t speak loudly, so I pronounced the words in a whisper (my vocal cords were damaged). While I was still in the hospital, my brain was thawing very slowly. It manifested itself this way. For example, I understood that this was my thing, but I couldn’t immediately remember what it was called. Or when my son came to me, I understood that this was my child, but I couldn’t immediately remember what his name was. Even when I was in such a state, if I had been asked to tell about what I saw, I would have done it immediately. Every day I felt better and better. An unstitched throat and a fistula in the side of my stomach did not allow me to eat properly. When I ate something, some of the food passed through the throat and fistula. In March 1964, I underwent a second operation in order to find out about the state of my health and to have stitches sewn up. The repeated operation was performed by the famous doctor Valentina Vasilievna Alyabyeva. During the operation, I saw how the doctors delved into my insides, and wanting to know my condition, they asked me various questions, and I answered them. After the operation, Valentina Vasilyevna, in great excitement, told me that there was not even a suspicion in my body that I had stomach cancer: everything inside was like that of a newborn. After the second operation, I came to the apartment of Israel Isaevich Neimark and asked him: “How could you make such a mistake? If we make a mistake, we will be judged.” And he replied: “This was ruled out, since I saw it all myself, all the assistants who were present with me saw it, and, finally, the analysis confirmed it.” By the grace of God, at first I felt very good, I began to go to church and take communion. All this time I was interested in the question: Who was that Woman Whom I saw in Heaven? Once, while in church, I recognized Her image on one of the icons of the Mother of God (Kazan). Then I realized that it was the Queen of Heaven Herself. Having told about. I mentioned to Nikolai Vaitovich what happened to me about the suit I saw him in then. He was very amazed by what he heard and somewhat embarrassed by the fact that he had never worn this suit before that time. The enemy of the human race began to plot various intrigues; many times I asked the Lord to show me evil power. How unreasonable man is! Sometimes we ourselves don’t know what we are asking for and what we need. One day they carried a dead man past our house with music. I wondered who was being buried. I opened the gate, and - oh horror! It is difficult to imagine the state that gripped me at that moment. An indescribable sight appeared before me. It was so terrible that there are no words to express the state in which I found myself. I saw many evil spirits. They sat on the coffin and on the deceased himself, and everything around was filled with them. They rushed in the air and rejoiced that they had captured another soul. "Lord have mercy!" - involuntarily escaped from my lips, I crossed myself and closed the gate. I began to ask the Lord to help me continue to endure the machinations of the evil spirit, to strengthen my weak strength and weak faith. In the second half of our house there lived a family that was connected with an evil force. They tried to find various ways to spoil me, but the Lord did not allow this for the time being. At that time we had a dog and a cat who were constantly attacked by an evil spirit. As soon as they ate anything thrown by these sorcerers, the poor animals began to twist and bend unnaturally. We quickly brought holy water to them, and the evil force immediately left them. One day, by God's permission, they managed to spoil me. At this time my son was in a boarding school. My legs were paralyzed. I lay alone for several days without food or water (at that time no one knew about what had happened to me). There was only one thing left for me to do - trust in the mercy of God. But His mercy towards us sinners is inexpressible. One morning an elderly woman (a secret nun) came to me and began to look after me: she cleaned and cooked. I could control my hands freely, and so that I could sit down with their help, a rope was tied to the back of the bed, at my feet. But the enemy of the human race tried to destroy the soul in various ways. I felt a struggle between two forces taking place in my mind: evil and good. Some told me: “No one needs you now, you will never be the same as you were before, so it’s better for you not to live in this world.” But my consciousness was illuminated by another, already bright, thought: “But cripples and freaks live in the world, why shouldn’t I live?” Again the evil forces approached: “Everyone calls you a fool, so choke yourself.” And another thought answered her: “It’s better to live as a fool than as a smart person and rot.” I felt that the second thought, the bright one, was closer and dearer to me. Knowing this made me feel calmer and happier. But the enemy did not leave me alone. One day I woke up because something was bothering me. It turned out that the rope was tied from my feet to the head of the bed, and a noose was wrapped around my neck... I often asked the Mother of God and all the Heavenly Powers to heal me from my illness. One day, my mother, who was caring for me, had finished her homework and prepared food, locked all the doors, lay down on the sofa and fell asleep. I was praying at that time. Suddenly I see a tall woman enter the room. Using a rope, I pulled myself up and sat down, trying to see who had entered. A woman came to my bed and asked: “What hurts you? “I answered: “Legs.” And then She began to slowly move away, and I, trying to get a better look at Her, not noticing what I was doing, began to gradually lower my legs to the floor. She asked me this question twice more, and the same number of times I answered that my legs hurt. Suddenly the Woman was gone. I, not realizing that I was standing, walked into the kitchen and began to look around, wondering where this Woman could have gone, and I thought that she had taken something. At this time my mother woke up, I told her about the Woman and my suspicions, and she said in surprise: “Klava! After all, you’re walking!” Only then did I understand what had happened, and tears of gratitude for the miracle performed by the Mother of God covered my face. Wonderful are Your works, O Lord! Not far from our city of Barnaul there is a spring called Pekansky (“key”). Many people received healing there from various ailments. People came there from all sides to drink holy water, anoint themselves with miraculous mud, but most importantly, to be healed. The water in this source is unusually cold, scalding the body. By the grace of God, I visited this holy place several times. Each time we got there by passing cars, and each time I received relief. Once, having asked the driver to give me his seat, I drove the car myself. We arrived at the source and began to swim. The water is icy, but there was no case of anyone getting sick or even getting a runny nose. After swimming, I came out of the water and began to pray to God, the Mother of God, St. Nicholas, and suddenly I saw the Mother of God, whom I had seen at the time of my death, appearing in the water. I looked at Her with reverence and a warm feeling. This went on for several minutes. Gradually the face of the Mother of God began to disappear, and now it was no longer possible to distinguish anything. I was not the only one who saw this miracle, but many people present here. With a grateful prayer we turned to the Lord and the Mother of God, who showed His mercy to us sinners. Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men!” Priest Andrei Ustyuzhanin, son of Klavdia Nikitichna:
Claudia Ustyuzhanina told many people the story of her life, death and miraculous healing. As already mentioned, this story was recorded by her son, priest Andrei Ustyuzhanin, who heard it repeatedly in childhood and youth. But it turned out that there was a witness who heard Klavdia Nikitichna’s story almost immediately after the miracle that happened to her. This is Archpriest Valentin Biryukov. He was one of the first to whom Klavdia Nikitichna told about her life literally “hot on the heels” - a little over six months after the miraculous resurrection and healing. Then, in December 1964, 42-year-old Valentin Yakovlevich Biryukov did not have holy orders. He sang in the choir of the Church of Peter and Paul in Tomsk, preparing for ordination as a deacon. Archpriest Valentin Biryukov served in the Church of the Presentation of the Lord in the city of Berdsk, Novosibirsk diocese. Two of his sons became priests: Father Vladimir Biryukov serves in the Novosibirsk region, and Abbot Peter Biryukov serves in the Zhirovitsky Assumption Monastery in Belarus. On the Easter days of 1999, Father Valentin, returning from Zhirovitsy from his son, Abbot Peter, stopped in Alexandrov, at the Assumption Monastery to Fr. Andrey Ustyuzhanin, whom he remembers as 8-year-old Andryusha. Many parishioners and Sunday school students gathered to listen to the story of Fr. Valentina about his meetings (and there were five in total) with Claudia Ustyuzhanina. It turned out that Father Valentin knew what would happen to a woman named Claudia... 16 years before the Barnaul miracle! It was this story - vivid, imaginative, presented in rich folk language, full of unexpected details - that became the decisive argument in favor of a trip to Barnaul. However, judge for yourself.
“I DID NOT HAVE FAITH, BUT THE LORD TOOK ME SORRY...” (From the story of Archpriest Valentin Biryukov). PREDICTION During the Great Patriotic War, I studied at a military school in Omsk. Then I went to the front. I saw a lot of terrible things - I saw how during the bombing houses flew through the air like feather pillows. And we are young - we all wanted to live. And so we, six friends from the artillery crew (all baptized, all with crosses on their chests), decided: let’s, guys, live with God. And we agreed not to utter any blasphemous words throughout the war, not to show any irritability, not to cause any offense to each other. Conditions at the front, as we know, were difficult: no light, no water, no fuel, no food, no salt, no soap. True, there were a lot of lice, and pus, and dirt, and hunger. But in war the most ardent prayer is - it flies straight to the sky: “Lord, save!” And the Lord saved in the most terrible situations. Twice I was predicted, as if it sounded in my chest: now a shell will fly here, remove the soldiers, leave. And as soon as we pulled the gun aside, there was already a crater in the place where we had just been... Then the soldiers came to me and thanked me with tears. But it’s not me who needs to be thanked, but the Lord who needs to be praised for such good deeds. After all, if it weren’t for these “tips,” both me and my friends would have been in the ground long ago. When he returned from the front, he began working as a salesman in the village of Grishkino, Tomsk region. But I really wanted to go to a seminary or go to a monastery. But they didn’t let me leave work. It was 1948 when an incident occurred that I still cannot remember without emotion. It was 7 pm, the working day was already over. Suddenly a man comes to my store. I didn’t know him, and I still don’t know who he was - he looked ordinary, about 55 years old, with a very kind face. I immediately warmed up to him, because the face is the mirror of the soul. The stranger locked the door with a hook and said to me: “Get on your knees, Valentin, face east, cross yourself three times.” Listen - I will tell you my past and future life. He spoke slowly, clearly - as if he wanted me to understand and remember every word. And he told me where, what and how it happened to me, described all the places I visited. I looked at him a little incredulously and thought: “He can’t know all this! How does he know that I was in the blockade? And when he said that I had a fragment in my lower back, I even cried in horror - after all, here in Siberia, no one knew about the fragment, no one! And then this man asks me: “Do you remember, the six of you agreed to never utter any blasphemous words and not to offend each other in any way?” - But how... I remember! – that’s all I said (who, besides my soldier friends, could know about this?!). – You prayed, asked the Lord to leave you alive. And now you are alive. And your friends are all alive. Did you see how the corpses lay around you? So if you swore, said blasphemous words, your bones would lie in exactly the same way... That’s what “swearing” means – and that’s what prayer means... This man also said a lot about the future – that is, about our present time. He predicted that people would receive a million, two, and even more. - And you will be a millionaire too! - he said. I was amazed: “Where should they go, these millions?!” After all, then, in 1948, I received 46 rubles. And he says: “Don’t worry - this money will be empty.” How do you mean empty? It was not clear to me then. He didn’t explain for long: “Then you’ll understand!” But now, in 1999, it is clear what kind of “millionaires” we have become. Three zeros! And everything that he predicted for me came true. He even said about the pine trees near the temple where I would serve. A lectern is now made from these trees... Only a man of God can know all this. I don’t know whether it was a heavenly angel who took the form of a man - I don’t presume to judge! But I feel that he spoke the truth. There was such purity in his gaze! It was as if grace emanated from him - I felt so good. And I accepted the words of this man with complete confidence: “In Barnaul, the Lord will resurrect a woman, her name will be Claudia, you will visit her 5 times, and then you will tell people how it all happened.” You will first sing in the choir, and then you will begin to praise God. All this was said in 1948 - that is, 16 years before the well-known Barnaul miracle! I testify before God and the name of the Lord: I speak the truth! For these words I answer before God at the Last Judgment! “DO YOU BELIEVE THIS?!” I had no doubt at all that this was exactly what would happen. And when I heard that in 1964 in Barnaul the Lord raised a woman, I took time off from work and immediately went there. It was December 1964, but it was still warm. I found the house of Klavdia Ustyuzhanina. The gate is closed. I am waiting. A tall, stately woman walks with her son - Andryusha was small then, about eight years old. I approach: - Hello, Klavdia Nikitichna! I'm coming to you! She wasn’t surprised at all: “Come in.” - Klavdia Nikitichna! - I say. – I have friends in Barnaul, but I just don’t know where they live. I myself am from another city. Is it possible to spend the night at your place? – But Father Nikolai told me not to let anyone in, because they might take my documents. How will I prove that I was in the hospital and that I didn’t make anything up? I crossed myself at the icon and took out my passport. - Here, take my passport! At this time, Andryusha came up and hugged me, as if he had not seen me for a long time and missed me, and bowed his head to my chest. Klavdiya Nikitichna hung up her coat and turned around: “No, no need for a passport!” I see from Andryusha that you can be trusted. Take off your clothes and come in. I immediately asked her a question about the miracle of her resurrection: “Klavdia Nikitichna, as in the other world—were you in pain or not?” She was very surprised: “Have you already visited me?” “No,” I say, “not even once!” Her tears began to flow. He sits and cannot say a word. Finally, he asks: “Do you really believe that?!” “Yes,” I answer. – What kind of believers there are! The first time you heard it, you immediately believed it. And I would never have believed it. Even if my own mother, whom I loved and trusted endlessly, was alive, I would not have believed her if the Lord had performed such a miracle with my mother. And there’s nothing to say about a stranger - she wouldn’t even want to listen... She herself was an unbeliever for a long time, although by nature she is a very kind person. And the fact that she did not have faith is her great misfortune. She cannot be judged for this - only the Lord knows why we lost faith. There are many reasons for this from outside, a lot has been done to spoil our Russia... And now you can’t count such unbelievers! But the Lord still took pity on one of them - so that he could give us all reinforcement in faith. This is not a joke, not a fairy tale, not children's play. This is serious! This is God's grace. And to understand this, I didn’t need any documents or witnesses! After all, I have seen for myself what God’s mercy is: the Lord warned me twice - remove the soldiers, now a shell will fly here. And the prediction about the resurrection of Claudia in Barnaul, given to me in 1948? That is why, having heard Claudia’s story, I immediately simply and unconditionally believed her. I did not look for witnesses whether this was true or not. I didn’t need other witnesses - I knew 16 years before that such a miracle would happen. I was one of the first to hear Klavdiya Nikitichna’s story about her life, literally “hot on the heels” - a little over six months after the miraculous resurrection and healing.
“YOU'RE LAUGHING AT GOD!..” I quote the story of Klavdia Nikitichna Ustyuzhanina as she told it to me: “Next to my store, where I worked as a salesperson, there was a temple. I went one day to see what was going on there. I stood in the corner and watched: one, two, five, tenth were crossing themselves, kissing icons, and even bowing to the ground in front of the icons. I went up to the icon, tapped on the board, and looked: some grandfather with a beard was drawn. And on the other icon there is a woman - a mother with a baby. I think: “Well, well, I was holding little Andryusha in my arms... Well, it turns out that what their concept is, that’s God for them...” I came to the store and with a slight grin told about my impressions. And one of the store workers reproached me: “Klava, shut up.” You're laughing at God! - Stop it! - answered her. Then we went together with another saleswoman to look and make sure. And they also condemned everyone - they say that they are a little... not that, like some kind of sick.” But the Lord, of course, took pity on Claudia Nikitichna and did not allow her to remain in such darkness - she became seriously ill. Cancer. As has already been written about a lot, the disease was sent to save the soul. And Israel Isaevich Neimark, an excellent talented surgeon, a professor who knows his business, operated on her. And on the operating table, her darling left her body. This is how she talked about it: “It’s scary to even talk about it. My corpse lies on the table - cut up like a pork carcass. And I see, hear, move where I want...” And it was her soul that saw everything, her soul heard everything - her soul felt everything! And the flesh is like the clothing of the soul. It’s as if we took off our coats and went where we wanted. So Claudia thought that she would go home - where should she go?.. But it didn’t work out. She heard who was saying what, saw how her director arrived, how Andryusha’s son came and cried, but she could not do anything. When her lifeless body was taken away from the operating room, she felt something unusual - something she had never even heard of before: “My soul, like a swallow, rose upward with the speed of lightning. It was as if she were flying in a glass case. There was no wind resistance! And suddenly I see - there is no land! It just shines like a star from afar...” Klavdia Nikitichna said that when she was lying in a place unknown to her - with her head to the west, feet to the east - under her there was a brown rug, like a downy one: “To my left is an alley about 6 meters wide - long and straight, like a string, there is no end or edge to it. It’s surrounded by a fence of bay leaves – so thick that even a chicken can’t poke its head through.” And on the eastern side she saw a shiny gate about the height of a nine- or ten-story building - not a single person in the world could create such beauty! He can't even portray it. The gates are brilliant, like the sun, multi-colored, the colors move, play, shining sparks fly... “Wonderful, warm. I don’t know where I am. And I wanted to find out - but not a single person was there. Fragrant air... I forgot that I lived on earth, I forgot that I was dying, and I even forgot Andryusha. And suddenly, through this oval gate, a mother and daughter (as I perceived them then) in a brown monastic robe walk from the air. They go fast. The daughter is crying and asking her mother for something. Mom doesn’t pay attention, she walks straight towards me.”
THE ANGEL CRIED FOR HER. Then Claudia Nikitichna thought that the “nun” had a daughter, and this was a Guardian Angel given from God to the servant of God Claudia. It was he who cried for her. “I’m thinking: I’ll ask now which side I’m on. And mommy is such beauty that I have never seen in the people of the world. It is impossible to look at this beauty. And she looks at me so sternly - I feel that she is dissatisfied with me. And I think: how did this young nun become a mother? And suddenly I feel: She knows everything about me – from “to” to “to”. And I felt ashamed - I don’t know where to turn or leave. But nothing works out - I’m still lying as I was. If you don't get up, you won't turn away. And this young woman quietly raises her head and says (and only love is felt in this voice): “Lord, where is she going?” It hit me like an electric shock - I immediately realized that I was in Heaven, the Queen of Heaven was standing in front of me...” So gradually she began to realize what was happening and remembered everything her father had told her. Andryusha was still little at that time; he didn’t remember everything that his mother told him with tears. I especially believe this story almost immediately after the miraculous resurrection... Claudia heard how the Lord answered the Mother of God. “I hear a voice from somewhere above: “Let her go back to earth, she died before her time.” I was so happy, although I was shaking all over!.. And the Queen of Heaven went through these brilliant gates - and they opened before her with lightning speed. And through the open gate a strong, transparent blue light became visible. And then the doors of heaven closed again... And I lie there like a dummy, not realizing anything about what will happen to me. And then I feel like someone, and it was the Angel of the Lord, puts a thought in me and, as it were, helps me understand these thoughts.” – Do you have good thoughts? – Claudia asks me. “Yes, it’s from God,” I say. – Are there bad ones? - Yes, it's from the devil. “That’s how the Angel of the Lord sent me a thought - what to ask. And I ask: “Lord, how will I live on earth - my body is all cut up?” And the Lord answers (but I only hear a voice - and in this voice there is absolute love!): - You will live better... You ungrateful ones do not honor your Creator, but only blaspheme. You do not repent of your sins, but sin more and more. Your son went to an orphanage, and your dirty soul came to me... I'm lying there. And again I’m silent. And again the Angel seemed to tell me what to ask. And then I say: “Lord, my son is an orphan.” And the Lord instead of answering asks: “I know.” Do you feel sorry for your son? I could only say: “Very!” And she cried so much that the sockets of her eyes filled with tears. “And I am three times more sorry for each person.” Yes, we are all children of God, and the Lord pities us all immensely - I have been convinced of this many times... Later Claudia was convinced too. And at that moment she lay there, helpless, not knowing what would happen to her next. I couldn’t even think straight. After all, her soul did not have a spiritual concept, spiritual education. She was only scared and ashamed.
“I have a scant amount of life left...” The angel puts a third question in her mind, and Claudia asks: “Lord, they say here on earth that here, in Heaven, there is a Kingdom of Heaven.” The Lord did not answer her question. “I know what he hears, but why he doesn’t answer, I don’t know. I was already turning my head back and forth, but it still didn’t come. I look: the gates have opened again. The Queen of Heaven came out in a brown robe, quickly walked towards me - a pigtail in her hand. The Lord says to the Queen of Heaven: “Lift her up and show her “paradise.” The Queen of Heaven made a barely noticeable movement with her fingers - and I was thrown up like an electric shock: I instantly stood up - facing the east. Then She stretched out her hand to the north side - there it was as if a curtain had opened with lightning speed, and my whole face was turned in that direction. I see a huge field ahead - stretches from right to left and into the distance, with no end in sight. At first I thought: a field of burnt hummocks. And when I looked closer, I saw: they were all moving. I became scared: how is it that the hummocks are moving? And these are people, alive, but burnt, charred people, although their nose, ears, and fingers are all intact. It was their souls – black as coal! You don’t recognize them - who is there: he or she. You can't tell the difference. They move. They are talking as if the sea surf is roaring. They ask me, calling me by name, to convey to the earth: if anyone fought against God, then it would be better for that person not to be born. They repentantly pour out their sins in front of me (“I am a fornicator,” “I am a thief, a robber,” “I am a murderer...”). I realized that these were people who lived without faith and died without repentance.” Claudia was not told who exactly these people were, when or why they got there. But the Lord gave her such receptivity to the words that poured out from this sea of people that she knew what everyone was asking for. But in general there was only one request: pray, remember us, repent! And no one raised their hand to draw attention to themselves - they only spoke, pouring out their repentance. And there, in Heaven, repentance is not accepted - only here on earth. All these people will not enter the Kingdom of Heaven for blasphemy. After all, any sin is blasphemy. Claudia felt an impossible stench from them - and could not get away from this stench: you couldn’t turn your face away, you couldn’t move - your legs seemed to be welded together with electric welding... And these people stood the same way, unable to move - tightly, like in a cramped bus . Then the Words of the Lord, spoken before she saw this field of human grief, pierced her - that those living on earth do not honor their Creator, but only sin. “We must repent and not sin, for there is only a short period of life left”—she continued to hear these words of the Lord with all her soul. She suddenly realized that this was said for us, for all of us! After all, the Lord left one Law on earth for the whole world, not two! One for all. Therefore, we must pray for these people. They conveyed God’s warning to Claudia, and she conveys it to us, those living on earth. This is the great, living preaching of God. Through this sermon, Grace touches our planet... Claudia Nikitichna did not understand all of this right away, but she experienced such a shock that tears flowed from her, and she exclaimed from the depths of her soul: “Lord!” Queen of Heaven! May I be alive on earth! I will pray, I will tell everyone what I saw and heard in Heaven. The Queen of Heaven again made a movement with her hand - and the vision closed, the air was cleared of the stench. When Claudia told me about this, I remembered her words: “If the Lord had done this to my mother, I would never have believed it.” Indeed, how can someone who has not experienced something like this believe it?.. When the Queen of Heaven waved her hand down, the city of Barnaul became visible as if through a magnifying glass. Everything was visible in the smallest detail - even the straws. Claudia saw her store and said: “There’s the store where I worked.” And the Mother of God meekly answers: “I know!” Claudia almost cried with shame, thinking: “Who am I telling?!” She knows everything!” And the Queen of Heaven shows: - Look at the temple! And at the same moment Claudia sees a blue dome and a cross below. - Look how they pray there! And again - it was as if the dome had disappeared, as if it had turned into crystal or glass. Claudia looked at everyone who was in the temple - she didn’t see a single one of her acquaintances... Only the serving priest Nikolai Voitovich, whom she knew. And when I saw how the old woman and the old man were crossing themselves, kissing the icons, making bows, I remembered how I went to the Church of the Intercession twice when I was alive and well, and condemned everyone, ridiculed them, called them stupid. And now, seeing these people from above, she screamed in tears: “Lord, what smart people are - they believe that God exists, they worship His image!” She was shaking all over, she was sobbing. And the Queen of Heaven allowed her to cry to her heart’s content. Then She moved her fingers again, and everything disappeared - there was only transparent air below. At this time, twelve plates floated towards them from the shining gates - transparent, like glass, reminiscent of trailers, connected by golden chains. The Queen of Heaven says to Claudia: “Stand on them, first put your right leg on the plate, and then your left.” And so on for each. And when she reached the twelfth plate, she saw - and there was only one golden frame, but there was no bottom. - I'll fall! - says Claudia. “Don’t be afraid,” the Queen of Heaven consoles and gives her a braid - as if from her own hair. Claudia took hold of the braid with her right hand, the Mother of God lifted it (the soul does not weigh at all - light, like a small wooden spoon), shook it - and Claudia flew with the speed of lightning, absolutely not feeling the resistance of the wind, straight down. I saw a man lying without legs - his legs were cut off by a train, and managed to see my body. And then I didn’t remember anything.
“I must tell you what I saw and heard...” They set up a vigil at Claudia’s bedside - both doctors and nurses changed every few hours. No one knew whether she would live further, what would happen to her. When she came to her senses in the ward, she did not feel any pain and for a long time could not understand where she was. She saw a window, a light bulb, a man in white, and remembered that it was a doctor - her memory gradually returned to her. She remembered that she lived on earth, a difficult operation, she remembered everything that happened to her in Heaven after her death... And suddenly her fingers joined together into three fingers (and before that she almost didn’t know how to be baptized at all, she forgot, how this is done!)... She opened her eyes and the nurse on duty was looking at her. - Glory to Thee, Lord, glory to Thee, Lord, glory to Thee, Lord! – Claudia suddenly exclaimed, although before that she did not know any prayers. The nurse on duty next to her rushed to the door and shouted, without taking her eyes off the patient: “Come here quickly!” Another woman in a white robe came running. Claudia tells them: “Gather people, I must tell you what I saw and heard in Heaven... “Having come to my senses, I hurried them, not knowing how long I would live, what time the Lord had set for me - either an hour or maybe two, maybe more. But I felt absolutely no pain - as if I was completely healthy.” But, of course, she was still very weak - she could not eat or drink for a long time. When she was discharged home, they continued to give her injections every day. Many people followed her, nursed her for Christ’s sake: Alexandra Lapshin, Agafya, Khristinya - I don’t remember their names. A boy named Misha came to her. He was sick - his legs hurt. He sang in the temple - Misha had a good voice... If these people are no longer alive, perhaps one of their relatives or neighbors remembers how they helped Claudia. And she also needed spiritual support. After all, the discharge issued by the railway hospital at Barnaul station on March 10, 1964 was tantamount to a sentence. Diagnosis of “inflammation of the transverse colon (neoplasm with MTS)” - that is, with metastases! – meant cancer in its most severe stage. Dejection began to visit Claudia: “How am I going to live further?..” Then Christinya, her patron, decided: “Tomorrow I’ll go to church, order a prayer service for water, bring some water, sprinkle everything - it will feel better... The next day, Claudia was left alone in great sadness.” . “I lay down on the bed. The door is locked. Suddenly I hear someone approaching me. I was scared - the door was closed! I see an old man with a white beard, wearing a cassock, standing above me, holding his hand to his chest and lovingly saying: “Don’t cry, Claudius, you don’t have any cancer.” He turns and leaves. I followed him: “Grandpa, grandpa, wait, talk to me!” But he doesn’t stop – but he goes not to the door, but to the kitchen. I was happy - now I’ll talk to him in the kitchen. I went into the kitchen, and there was no one there... I thought there was something wrong with me. I wanted to scream out of grief, out of frustration: how this happened to me - I saw and heard, but there was no one... And when I breathed in the air, I felt an extraordinary aroma: it smells like incense... Then I began to be baptized: oh, who This was?! Was there some kind of saint of God?! And I don’t know who... And I feel so good that I can’t get enough of it. I went to the upper room - and there was an extraordinary aroma of incense. I sat down in a chair, crossed myself, and prayed endlessly. I looked at my watch and it was already 7 o’clock in the morning. I didn’t notice how time flew by... That’s what joy there is.” When Klavdiya Nikitichna was scheduled for a second operation at the city hospital, Valentina Vasilyevna Alyabyeva, who was supposed to perform it, asked to pray for a successful outcome. “Most Holy Theotokos,” prayed Claudia, “bless the operation to be painless, and bless Valentina Vasilievna to operate on me... This operation (performed several months after the first - “mortal”) revealed what most doctors still do not have fits in my head: complete healing from cancer, although quite recently metastases were discovered in the abdominal cavity...
UNDER THE SHADOW OF REVEREND SERGIUS. The Barnaul miracle became known in the Trinity-Sergius Lavra. Pilgrims came from distant countries: - Where is your woman who was resurrected? The monks heard about this, but they cannot tell in detail: Claudius Ustyuzhanin in Siberia, where foreigners had no access. Abbot Lavrentiy and Abbot Naum (now they are both archimandrites) invited her to Zagorsk - she was needed as a living witness... The Lavra clergy gathered. When Claudia, kneeling, told the elders everything (she called one of them - Archimandrite Seraphim, I don’t know the name of the second) - they cried in front of the icon of the Savior, asking the Lord to leave the whole world in peace for repentance. They felt that this sermon was alive, that the testimony of Claudia Ustyuzhanina was a message from Heaven to our earth to awaken us from sin, so that we would condemn our sinful actions and live ready to meet the Lord... It became increasingly difficult for Claudia Nikitichna to live in Barnaul. But she did not immediately decide to move under the shadow of St. Sergius. Without hesitation, she openly told me about the reasons for such slowness. The fact is that on her first visit to Zagorsk she was fed Borodino bread, which she really did not like. After all, working as a salesperson, she was accustomed to white Siberian - lush, fragrant. And when they began to invite her to live in Zagorsk, she (she was so nasty!) didn’t go... because of the bread. After some time, a woman arrived with a letter from the Lavra to help her sell her house and household. Claudia did not go again - and again because of bread. And for the third time she refused to move. And then I thought: “After that, I realized that now the enemy will drive me out! I see in a dream: two black women come, and they have horns on their heads. I woke up: I thought - My God, what will happen to me next? Suddenly, after dinner, two women come and go straight to the table. They unfold the documents: “Sign here - you have a written warning so that no one comes near you! Otherwise you are preaching some kind of God here.” I didn’t know these women, but I guessed that they were from the executive committee. I opened the doors and told them: “Come on, go away! They came to tell me! The Lord raised me up so that I could tell everyone about this. And nothing will come of your warnings!” Claudia was harsh, but fair - for he doesn’t put a word in his pocket, he always cuts the truth like a knife... These women left, but they threatened at parting: - We will leave, but other people will come instead of us! They will talk to you differently. It's clear? - I understood everything: the police will come! - Claudia answered them and, sensing something was wrong, she ran to Agafya, who lived across the road. - Help me get ready! There was no time to put things in the suitcase - they somehow threw them into a bag. Suddenly I saw through the window: two policemen were coming to the door - that means the police had already arrived... - Oh, Agafyushka! Lock me in the wardrobe quickly! The police come in: - Hello! Where is the hostess? “She went to school, to see Andryusha,” Agafya cheated. They left. Agafya opens the wardrobe - and Claudia is all wet with excitement. - God bless! It's gone... We have to go out. What if someone is on guard at the house? I had to walk away backwards so that the police wouldn’t see me. Klavdiya Nikitichna intercepted Andryusha on the way from school - and, leaving their neighbor to do housework, they went to Zagorsk. After some time, we bought a house in the small town of Strunino, not far from Zagorsk. There, under the shadow of St. Sergius, Claudia lived, preaching to people about everything that the Lord had done for her - fourteen years of life were given to her after an incurable illness: cancer with metastases... And God called her son to the path of the priesthood - he graduated Seminary and Theological Academy in Zagorsk.
As it was predicted to me in 1948, I had the opportunity to meet Claudia Ustyuzhanina only five times. I visited her three times in Barnaul. I met in Strunino twice when I was already a deacon - I came with my son Peter, he was just entering the seminary... Well, Andryusha, whom I loved so much, also became a priest - he now serves in the Assumption Monastery in the city of Alexandrov. .. As I already said, I never had any doubts about the resurrection of Claudia. The Lord raised Claudia Nikitichna to support our faith - this is a great sermon. Great grace visited the Orthodox to strengthen us all. We must thank the Lord for such a great gift. But I also met a different attitude. I remember telling one person about this incident. He was a friend of my father - a good, educated man. Before, I believed in God. And in the 30s, when the churches were destroyed, I lost my faith. I told about the Barnaul miracle, and he said to me: “Well, my dear, you’re telling a good story.” But I don’t believe that there is a God and that man has a soul. He died, they buried him - and that’s it!.. And then he himself died. Is his soul somewhere now? I pray for him... Yes, according to faith, it is given to everyone. “I had no faith, but the Lord took pity on me,” Claudia Nikitichna Ustyuzhanina often said. Let us also pray to the Lord for mercy on us, those of little faith... You can download the full detailed story about Claudia Ustyuzhanina and the Barnaul miracle here: http://www.omiliya.ru/barnaulskoe-chudo
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Three days later the corpse stood up and walked
This story took place in February 1964 in Barnaul. Many people told me about it, and I told many people. They listened to me attentively and then waved their hand - they say, this is all nonsense, fairy tales, or they looked warily, with apprehension. I fell silent and deep down I also doubted.
In the small Siberian village of Yarki, in the large family of peasant Nikita Trofimych Ustyuzhanin, the thirteenth child, a girl, was born. They named her Claudia. Claudia grew up and went through life on her own, early learning the bitterness of the sorrowful realities of life. She got married and gave birth to a girl; Yes, the girl fell ill and died, and soon lost her husband. We need to earn our bread. Wherever they paid, that’s where I went. Then she went to Barnaul, got a profession, completed a driver’s course, got married a second time, gave birth to a boy, and named him Andrey. But this time, too, family happiness passed by: the husband drank, was jealous, and treated his son poorly. It all comes down to one thing - she herself got sick. At first, I didn’t attach any importance to the illness because of my worries, but when I got sick, I went to the doctor. They examined him and found cancer. They didn't tell her right away. But Claudia quickly realized that the doctors were hiding something. She cheated and came to the reception, calling herself Sister Ustyuzhanina: “I want to know the truth!” They told her the truth: “Your sister has advanced cancer, so...”
One can imagine the woman's despair. She’s young, she’s just gotten back on her feet, she’s got a profession, she’s got a small son, it’s still a long time coming. But the Siberian character did not allow Claudia to become limp. I began to prepare for death. She made an inventory of the property she had acquired and made a will to her son: “...a tea set, a three-armed chandelier, a demi-season coat that has not been worn...”. I started visiting relatives: “Take your son, he’s still small, he’s only seven years old, he’s going to disappear.” But the relatives just shrugged their shoulders. They didn’t live richly, but they had an extra mouth... I registered my son in an orphanage, and before the operation I took him there myself, fortunately it was not far from home.
This is what Claudia herself says further: “I was an atheist, I strongly, terribly blasphemed God and persecuted the Holy Church, led a sinful life and was completely dead in spirit, darkened by devilish charm. But the mercy of the Lord did not allow his creation to perish, and the Lord called me to repentance. I suffered from cancer for three years. I was treated by earthly doctors, I had hope, but it got worse. For the last six months I have been completely ill - I started vomiting severely and couldn’t even drink water. I was an active communist, and a professor was called from Moscow to perform an operation on me. And here is the operation. In 1964, on February 19 at 11 o'clock, I was operated on and a malignant tumor with decomposed intestines was discovered. This day should be considered the beginning of an amazing story. The famous professor Israel Isaevich Neimark operated with three doctors and seven student interns. The stomach was completely affected by the tumor. I died here on the operating table.
When they cut my stomach, I stood between two doctors and looked at my illness in horror. The entire stomach was covered in cancerous nodes, as were the small intestines. I looked and thought: why are there two of us - I’m standing and I’m lying? Then the doctors laid out my insides on the table and said: where the duodenum should be, there was only liquid. Having pumped out one and a half liters of rot, the doctors made a conclusion: “She has nothing to live with, she has nothing healthy, everything is rotten from cancer.” Then they put my insides in at random, put staples on my stomach and said: “This is a rare case, it makes sense to give the corpse to young doctors for practice.” And then they took my body to the death room, and I followed them and kept wondering: why are there two of us? They took me to the death room, I lay naked, then they covered me with a sheet up to my chest. The students practiced on the body, strengthened their skills with a scalpel, cutting, etc., and then they covered my body with a sheet, took it to the morgue and left it on an ice shelf.
INSERT. Klavdia Nikitichna will remember the first minutes of her death in this way: “I didn’t feel how my soul separated from my body, but I saw my body from the outside, as if it were some simple thing. People are fussing around me, trying to bring me to my senses, I want to tell them that I am here, nearby, and not where my body is, but I don’t have the strength.
Then my brother came into the dead room with my boy Andryusha. My son ran up to me and kissed me on the forehead, cried bitterly and said: “Mommy, why did you die, I’m still little, how will I live without you, I don’t have a dad?” I hugged and kissed him, but he didn’t pay any attention to me. My brother was crying.
Once upon a time, when she was still a girl, Claudia was sent to a neighboring village to buy bread. She was walking back happy, clutching the desired loaf of bread in her hands, and then the guys swooped in, beat her and took away the bread. My heart was torn from resentment, I will remember it for the rest of my life. And so, when the soul left the body, in some incomprehensible way it again found itself on the very road where it was offended. And in other places that she remembered, memorable for her. In their writings on the afterlife, many church fathers pay attention to this. For the first three days, a person’s soul visits dear, memorable places, surveys them, and says goodbye to them.
And then I found myself at home. The mother-in-law of my first husband, the legal one, came there, and my sister was there. I didn’t live with my first husband because he believed in God.
And so the division of things began in my house. My sister began to choose the best things, and my mother-in-law asked me to leave something for the boy. But the sister did not give anything and began to scold her mother-in-law in every possible way. When my sister swore, here I saw demons, they wrote down every swear word in their charters and rejoiced. And then my sister and mother-in-law closed the house and left. The sister carried the huge bundle to her home. And I, sinful Claudia, flew into the heights at four o’clock and was very surprised how I was flying over Barnaul. And then the city disappeared and it became dark. The darkness continued for a long time. On the way, they showed me places where I had been and when - from my very youth. I don’t know what I was flying on, in the air or on a cloud, I can’t explain. When I flew, the day was cloudy, then it became so light that it was even impossible to look.
They put me on a black platform, although during the flight I was in a lying position. I don’t know what it was lying on, like plywood, but soft and black. There, instead of a street, there was an alley lined with bushes, low and unfamiliar to me: the twigs were very thin, the leaves were pointed on both sides. Further on, huge trees could be seen, and on them there were very beautiful leaves of different colors. There were low houses between the trees, but I didn’t see anyone in them... And in this valley there was very beautiful grass. I think: “Where am I, where have I arrived, in a village or a city? There are no plants, no factories, no people visible. Who lives here? I see a woman walking not so far from me, very beautiful, tall, Her clothes are long, and on top is a brocade cape. A young man came for Her, cried a lot and asked Her for something. But she didn't pay attention to him. I think: “What kind of mother is this? - he cries, and She does not pay attention to his requests. When She approached me, the young man fell at Her feet and again asked for something, but I did not understand anything.
I wanted to ask where I was, but suddenly She came up to me and said: “Lord, where is she going?” She stood with her hands folded on her chest and her eyes raised upward. Then I shuddered greatly, realizing that I had died, and my soul was in heaven, and my body was on Earth; and I immediately realized that I had many sins and I would have to answer for them. I began to cry bitterly and turned my head so that I could see the Lord, but... I don’t see anyone, but I hear the voice of the Lord. He said: “Bring her back to earth, she did not come in time, the virtue of her father and his incessant prayers have propitiated me.”
And only then I realized that this woman is the Queen of Heaven, and the young man who followed her and cried, begged Her, my... The Lord continued to say: “I am tired of her blasphemy and stinking life. I wanted to wipe her off the face of the earth without repentance, but her father begged me. She needs to be shown the place she deserves,” and instantly I found myself in hell. Terrible fiery snakes climbed on me, their tongues were long, and fire flew out of their tongues, and there were other all sorts of reptiles. The stench there is unbearable, and these snakes dug into me and crawled over me, thick as a finger, with jagged needles on their tails; crawled into the ears, nose, mouth, into the eyes - the pain is unbearable. I started screaming as hard as I could, but there was no help from anyone. A woman who had died from an abortion immediately appeared and began to ask the Lord for forgiveness and mercy. The Lord answered her: “How did you live on earth? She didn’t recognize me or call me, but she destroyed her children in her womb and advised people: “There’s no need to create poverty.” You have extra children, but I don’t have any extra, and I give you everything, I have enough for My creation.” Then the Lord said to me: “I gave you illness so that you would repent, but you blasphemed me to the end.” Then I began to ask the Lord: “Let me go to earth, I have a boy there. The Lord said: “I know that you have a boy, and you feel sorry for him?” I say: “It’s a pity.” “I feel sorry for you alone, but I have countless of you and I feel three times more sorry for all of you. But what an unrighteous path you have chosen for yourself! Why do you strive to gain great wealth for yourself, why do you do everything that is not true? Do you see how your property is being stolen now? Who did your belongings go to? Your property was stolen, your child was sent to an orphanage, and your dirty soul came here. She served the demon and made sacrifices to him. I went to the cinema and theater, but you don’t go to the Church of God. I am waiting for you to wake up from your sinful sleep and repent. Save your souls yourself, pray, for a meager century remains, soon, soon I will come to judge the world, pray.” I asked how I should pray, I don’t know prayers. The Lord answered: “It is not the precious prayer that you read by heart, but the one that comes from a pure heart, from the depths of your soul. Say: Lord, forgive me, Lord help me, and sincerely with tears in your eyes. This kind of prayer and petition will be pleasant and pleasing to me.” This is what the Lord said. Then the earth began to spin along with me, and I flew out of there, and there was a roar. Then I saw the ground, clearly, like my own palm. I saw my Church, which I scolded. When the door opened and a priest came out dressed all in white, shining rays coming from his clothes, he stood with his head bowed. Then the Lord asked me: “Who is this?” I answered: “This is our priest,” and the voice answered me: “And you said that he is a parasite, but he is a hard worker, a true shepherd, and not a mercenary. So know, no matter how small his rank, but he serves Me, the Lord, and if the priest does not read a prayer of permission over you, then I will not forgive you.”
Then the Mother of God appeared, and I found myself on the same platform, but I was not lying, but standing. Then the Queen of Heaven says: “Lord, why let her go? Her hair is short." And I hear the voice of the Lord: “Give her a braid in her right hand that matches the color of her hair.” When the Queen of Heaven went for the scythe, I see: She came to a large gate, or to doors, whose structures and bindings were in an oblique line, like the gates of an altar, but of indescribable beauty. Such light emanated from them that it was impossible to look. When the Queen of Heaven approached them, they themselves opened up before Her. She went inside some palace or garden, and I remained in my place, and mine remained near me, but he did not show me his face. Then I say: “Lord, they say there is Heaven here?” The Lord did not give me an answer. When the Queen of Heaven came, the Lord said to her: “Rise up and show her Paradise.”
The Queen of Heaven held her hand over me and said to me: “You have paradise on earth, but here is a paradise for sinners,” and she lifted it like a veil or curtain, and on the left side I saw: black burnt people standing like skeletons, There are countless numbers of them and a foul smell emanates from them. They are all moaning, their larynxes are dry, they are asking “to drink, to drink,” at least someone gave them a drop of water. I became scared when they said: “This soul came from the earthly paradise, it has a fragrant smell. Man on earth is given the right and time so that he can acquire heavenly paradise, and if he does not work on earth for the sake of the Lord to save his soul, he will not escape the fate of this place.” The Queen of Heaven pointed at these evil-smelling people and said: “You have dear alms in your earthly paradise, even this water. Give alms as much as you can, from a pure heart, as the Lord himself said in the Gospel: even if someone gives a cup of cold water in My name, he will receive a reward from the Lord. And you not only have a lot of water, but also plenty of other things, and therefore you must try to give alms to those in need. And especially that water, which with one drop can satisfy countless people. You have entire rivers and seas of this grace.”
And suddenly, in an instant, I found myself in tartarar - it’s even worse here than in the first place I saw. At first there was darkness and fire, demons ran up to me with charters and showed me all my bad deeds and said: “Here we are those whom you served on earth”; and I read my own cases. The demons had fire flying out of their mouths, they began to hit me on the head, and fiery sparks pierced me. I began to scream from unbearable pain, but these were only weak moans. Nearby I saw other sinners, they asked: “Drink, drink.” When the fire illuminated them, I saw how scary and thin they were, their necks elongated, their eyes bulging, and they said to me: “So you came to us, friend, you will now live with us. Both you and we lived on earth and did not love anyone, not the servants of God, nor the poor, but were only proud. They blasphemed God, listened to apostates, and reviled Orthodox pastors and never repented. And some sinners, just like us, but sincerely repented, went to the Temple of God, received strangers, gave food to the poor, helped everyone in need, did good deeds, they are up there.” I trembled from the horror I saw, and they continued: “You will live with us and suffer forever, just like us.” Then the Mother of God appeared and it became light, the demons all fell on their faces, and the souls all turned to her: “Mother of God, Queen of Heaven, do not leave us here.” And they themselves shed bitter tears.
And the Mother of God wept bitterly and told them: “They lived on earth, then they did not call me, and did not ask for help, and did not repent to my Son and your God, and now I cannot help you, I cannot transgress the will of my Son , but he cannot transgress the will of his Heavenly Father. And therefore I cannot help you, and there is no intercessor for you. I will have mercy only on those suffering in hell for whom the Church and close relatives pray.”
When I was in hell, they gave me all kinds of worms to eat - dead, stinking - and I shouted: “How am I going to eat them?” And they answered me: “You didn’t keep fasts when you lived on earth, did you eat meat? You didn’t eat meat, but worms, eat them here too.” And instead of milk they gave all kinds of reptiles, reptiles, toads and others. Then we began to rise, and those remaining in hell shouted loudly: “Do not leave us, Mother of God!”
Then darkness came again and I found myself on the same platform. The Queen of Heaven also crossed her arms over her chest and, raising her eyes to the sky, asked: “What should I do with her and where should I put her?” The Lord said: “Bring her down to the ground by her hair.” And then 12 wheelbarrows appeared - without wheels, but moving. The Queen of Heaven tells me: “Stand with your right foot and go forward, put it on the last wheelbarrow,” but it turned out to be without a bottom, there was an abyss that had no end.
The Queen of Heaven says: “Lower your right leg, and then your left.” I say: “I’m afraid I’ll fall.” And she replies: “We need you to fall.” - “So I’ll kill myself!” “No, you won’t kill yourself,” she answers, and gave the thick end of the scythe to my right hand, and took the thin end for herself. The braid was woven in three rows. Then She shook her braid, and I flew to the ground.
And I see cars running along the ground and people going to work. I see that I am flying to the New Market Square, but I do not land, but quietly fly to the glacier where my body lies, and I instantly stand on the ground. It was 1:30 pm. After that world I didn’t like it on earth. I went to the hospital, approached the morgue, went into it, I looked: my body was lying dead, my head was hanging down a little and my hand, and the other hand and side were pressed by the dead man. I don’t know how I entered the body, I just felt an icy cold. (This was the third day of Klavdia Ustyuzhanina’s stay in the morgue).
Somehow she freed her pinned side, and, strongly bending her knees, bent her to her elbows. At this time, they brought a dead man on a stretcher with his legs cut off by the train. I opened my eyes and moved. They saw me and ran away in fear, leaving that dead man behind. Then the orderlies and two doctors came and ordered me to be quickly taken to the hospital. And the doctors gathered there and said: “She needs to warm her brain with light bulbs.” It was February 23 at 4 pm. There were 8 stitches on my body, three on my chest, and the rest on my arms and legs, as they practiced on me. Then an oxygen pillow, injections...” Slowly, very slowly, her brain came back to life until it was completely restored. She understood where something was and what it was for, but she couldn’t remember the name. She could not speak, only in a weak whisper; student trainees, while exercising, damaged her ligaments. They brought her son to her. She looked at the boy, knew that it was her son, but she could not remember his name.
“But what’s interesting,” she recalled, “if they had asked me then, in such a pitiful, unconscious state, what I saw there, I would have told everything in the smallest detail. When they warmed up my head and my whole self, I opened my eyes and after 2 hours I spoke. My half-frozen corpse gradually came away, as did my brain. At first they fed me artificially, and on the twentieth day they brought me breakfast: pancakes with sour cream and coffee. I immediately refused to eat. My sister ran away from me in fright, and everyone in the ward turned their attention to me. The doctor immediately came and began to ask why I didn’t want to eat. I answered: “Today is Friday and I won’t eat fast food.” A few days later, with a fistula in her side, with the stitches somehow sewn up, Claudia was discharged home. – She was discharged in violation of hospital rules - out of the doctors’ fear of what had happened, out of fear of being punished for, although not committed by them, but in general, a professional misconduct.
Strength was gradually returning. But there were problems with food. Some of the food fell out through the fistula. When Klavdia Nikitichna was still in the hospital, she told here for the first time what she saw, what was open to her when her soul was separated from her body. The doctors listened in horror, and the patients too. Then all kinds of doctors came to her, asked questions, shook their heads. The news quickly spread throughout Barnaul: a woman died in the hospital, and 3 days later she was resurrected. People came to Klavdia Ustyuzhanina, a lot of people.
Having already gotten stronger, Klavdia Nikitichna was not lazy and came home to her first doctor, Professor Neimark. When he saw her, he was frightened and his hands began to shake. She asked if there might have been a mistake in the diagnosis. “That’s impossible,” the doctor replied. I saw everything with my own eyes, my assistants saw it, and it was finally confirmed by tests. “All the doctors who saw me were interested in how I could live when all my intestines were rotten, and my insides were affected by cancer, and everything was thrown back into the cavity at random. And they decided to operate on me again.
And here I am again on the operating table. When doctor Valentina Vasilyevna Alyabyeva removed the braces and opened her stomach, she said: “Why did they cut the man? She’s doing absolutely great.” I asked that they not give me anesthesia, since nothing hurts me. I look at the ceiling and see everything that is inside me and what the doctors are doing. The doctor said: “All the insides are clean, like children’s.” Soon the doctor who performed my first operation appeared and there were many other doctors with him. They look at me and say: “Where is her illness?” They ask: “Are you hurt, Klava?” “No,” I say. During the operation they asked me three times: “Klava, are you in pain?” Every time I answered that it didn’t hurt. The other doctors were beside themselves and pale as the dead.
I told them: “It was the Lord who showed his mercy to me, so that I could live and tell others, and to teach you that the power of the Most High is over us.” I asked Professor Neimark: “What do you think now? “He replied: “The Almighty reborn you.”
Then I told him: “If you believe this, be baptized, accept the faith of Christ and get married.” He's Jewish. He blushed and was terribly embarrassed and bewildered. I heard and saw how my insides were put back. After the operation, the doctor Valentina Vasilyevna left the operating room and, falling on a chair, began to sob. When asked what was the matter, she replied: “I am amazed at where her strength came from, she did not utter a single moan. Isn't this a miracle? God obviously helped her.” And she also told me that Professor Neimark repeatedly persuaded her to kill me in some way. But Valentina Vasilyevna categorically refused and personally looked after me, giving me food and drink. “A lot of doctors were present during the second operation, including the director of the medical institute, who said that this was an unprecedented case in medical practice.”
She found Claudius and that priest, Father Nikolai, told how she saw him, even described his costume. Father Nikolai was shocked by what he heard. He said that the suit was new, hanging in the closet, never worn. Soon after her resurrection, Claudia saw the icon of the Mother of God. And this was the same woman her soul met in the afterlife. My heart was filled with joy that she was healthy, that a great miracle had happened, that now she would tell people about the miracle as much as she could, warn them, admonish them, help them turn to piety.
People came to her from everywhere and her small house was always full of people, she never refused anyone. But the guards came to their senses and for Claudia a difficult, laborious life, full of reproach and persecution, began for the sake of Christ. Her son Andrei spoke further. The little boy, taken to the orphanage, clearly remembered the words of the snub-nosed boy: “Your mother died and then rose again.” “Then, when my mother took me home, she was still weak at first. And there are conspiracies around. I understood that something unusual had happened and I got used to the word “resurrected.” Then she spoke more than once about what happened. At first there were a lot of letters sent to our address. Then they stopped. We later learned that there was a secret order not to deliver Claudia's mail, as well as not to send her letters. But still the letters came. The elders of the Trinity-Sergius Lavra wrote and supported it spiritually. The letters were passed from one hand to another,” the son recalls.
As long as Father Andrei, the rector of St. Trotsky Cathedral, the son of Claudia Ustyuzhanina, remembers, there were always people in their house, spending the night, praying, listening to their mother’s stories. But then a forbidden circular appeared on this too. Seven times Claudia was brought before the respectable servants of Themis and they explained to her how great her guilt was before society. At first they concocted all sorts of statements from neighbors, then they openly accused them of religious propaganda.
Soon another misfortune befell Claudia, and her legs became paralyzed. She lay motionless, and despair was already beginning to make its way to her heart. “Who needs you now, it’s better to die than to be a burden,” black thoughts overwhelmed. But then another thought was salutarily expressed: but cripples and freaks also live, why should I die? It was as if someone was commanding: “Strangle yourself!” The enemy fought for her soul and Claudia understood this well. She prayed a lot, lying and looking at the ceiling, shedding tears, reliving her life many times, every hour of it, every day. She repented of her sins and asked for mercy from the Lord. And then one day he lies and sees the Mother of God enter the room. She didn't even recognize it, she rather felt it. "What is hurting you? - leaned over Claudia, - legs?
She stood over the bed, looked at her and began to move away. And Claudia, in order to get a better look at her, rises and rises, and finally rose to her own feet. And when I looked around, she was standing on her own two feet. This miracle is as worthy of praise as the resurrection. But human standards are very peculiar, and clouds were gathering more and more around Claudia. Andrei noticed: a man with a dog often walked near their house, and as soon as his mother left the house, he disappeared, returned and walked again.
Once, late in the evening, they banged on the shutter, but loudly, knocking is no good. Mom quickly hid in the closet, Andrei went to open it. "Where is mother?" - they asked the boy. “She’s in the hospital,” he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "In the hospital? - the guests (there were two of them) were surprised - we have different information.” They sat, threw up their hands and left. Apparently everything possible had to be done to neutralize Barnaul from any religious influence. Claudia was a living legend, the very fact of her life spoke volumes and worked against atheist ideologists. She steadfastly endured hardships, sorrows, and even repelled witchcraft with prayer.
Father Andrei will never forget that day. In the evening he was approaching the house when someone grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a corner. "Mother?" “Don’t go home, son, we can’t, they’re waiting for us there.” She took her son by the hand, went to the station, took two tickets to Moscow. This is how they ended up in the Trinity-Sergius Lavra. The Elder of the Lavra gave his blessing to look for housing near Sergiev Posad in Strunino. When they arrived there, an old bearded man approached them right on the platform. - Are you from Almaty? “Yes,” Claudia answered hastily. And he led them to their quarters. I was waiting for someone from Almaty, but I couldn’t figure it out. What could a woman do: without things, almost without money, empty-handed. She left everything so as not to leave her son an orphan, as had happened once before. When they sorted it out, there was no scandal. The Orthodox man understood the unhappy woman. Many years later, when they had already bought a small house in Strunino, having learned that this was the same Claudia... The man gasped, why was she silent?
Claudia pinned all her hopes on her son and took him to serve in the Trinity-Sergius Lavra. Archimandrite Lavrenty, one of the oldest inhabitants of the monastery, remembers: “Claudia came to me often, confessed, received communion, consulted, and talked about the afterlife. She was a friendly person, and if asked, she didn’t refuse.”
With the blessing of Father Lawrence, Andrei entered the theological seminary, graduated, got married, and graduated from the Theological Academy. Now here is the rector of the temple in the Kremlin of the city of Alexandrov. Claudia Nikitichna, returning from oblivion, raised him with dignity and piety, and did everything to fulfill her maternal duty. And her son, an Orthodox priest, does everything to fulfill his filial duty to the end. According to his mother, he published a thin brochure through samizdat. He carefully preserves this brochure, photographs, and his mother’s medical history.
I was an atheist, I strongly, terribly blasphemed God and persecuted the Holy Church, led a sinful life and was completely dead in spirit, darkened by devilish charm. But the Lord’s mercy did not allow His creation to perish, and the Lord called me to repentance. I got cancer and was ill for three years. I did not lie down, but worked, and was treated by earthly doctors, hoping to be cured, but there was no benefit, and I was getting worse every day. For the last six months, I became completely ill, I couldn’t even drink water - I started vomiting severely, and I was admitted to the hospital. I was a very active communist, and they called a professor from Moscow for me and decided to perform an operation.
In 1964, on February 19 at 11 o'clock in the afternoon, I was operated on; a malignant tumor with decomposed intestines was discovered. I died during the operation. When they cut my stomach, I stood between two doctors and looked at my illness in horror. The entire stomach was covered in cancerous nodes, as well as the small intestines. I looked and thought: why are there two of us: I’m standing and I’m lying? Then the doctors laid out my insides on the table and said: “Where the duodenum should be, there was only liquid there, that is, it was completely rotten, and they pumped out one and a half liters of rot.” The doctors said: she already has nothing to live with, she has nothing healthy, everything rotted away from cancer.
I kept looking and thinking: why are there two of us: I’m lying and I’m standing? Then the doctors put my insides in haphazardly and put staples on my stomach. This operation was performed on me by a Jewish professor, Israel Isaevich Neimark, in the presence of ten doctors. When the braces were applied, the doctors said: it should be given to young doctors for practice. And then they took my body to the death room, and I followed him and kept wondering: why are there two of us? They took me to the death room, and I lay naked, then they covered me with a sheet over my chest. Here, in the dead room, my brother came in with my boy Andryusha. My son ran up to me and kissed me on the forehead, cried bitterly, said: Mommy, why did you die, I’m still little; How will I live without you, I don’t have a dad. I hugged and kissed him, but he didn’t pay any attention to me. My brother was crying.
And then I found myself at home. The mother-in-law of my first husband, the legitimate one, came there; and my sister was there. I didn’t live with my first husband because he believed in God. And so in my house the division of my things began. My sister began to choose the best things, and my mother-in-law asked me to leave something for the boy. But my sister didn’t give anything and began to scold my mother-in-law in every possible way. When my sister swore, here I saw demons, they wrote down every swear word in their charters and rejoiced. And then my sister and mother-in-law closed the house and left. The sister carried the huge bundle to her home. And I, sinful Claudia, flew skyward at four o’clock. And I was very surprised how I was flying over Barnaul. And then he disappeared and it became dark. The darkness continued for a long time. On the way, they showed me places where I had been and when, from my youth. I don’t know what I was flying on, in the air or on a cloud, I can’t explain. When I flew, the day was cloudy, then it became very light, so that it was even impossible to look.
They put me on a black platform; although during the flight I was in a lying position; I don’t know what it was lying on—like plywood, but soft and black. There, instead of a street, there was an alley along which there were bushes, low and unfamiliar to me, very thin twigs, leaves pointed at both ends. Further on, huge trees were visible; they had very beautiful leaves of different colors. Between the trees there were low houses, but I didn’t see anyone in them. And in this valley there was very beautiful grass. I think: where am I, where have I arrived, to village or to the city? No plants, no factories are visible, and no people are visible. Who lives here? I see a woman walking not so far from me, very beautiful and tall, Her clothes are long, and on top is a brocade cape. Behind Her a young man walked, cried a lot, and asked Her for something, but She did not pay any attention to him. I think: what kind of mother is this? - he is crying, and she does not pay attention to his requests. When She approached me , the young man fell at Her feet and again asked Her for something, but I didn’t understand anything.
I wanted to ask: where am I? But suddenly She came up to me and said: Lord, where is she going? She stood with her hands folded on her chest and her eyes raised upward. Then I shuddered greatly, realizing that I had died, and my soul was in heaven, and my body was on earth; and I immediately realized that I had many sins and I would have to answer for them. I began to cry bitterly. I turned my head so that I could see the Lord, but I see no one, but I hear the voice of the Lord. He said: return her to earth, she did not come on time, the virtue of her father and his incessant prayers appeased Me. And only then did I understand that this woman was the Queen of Heaven, and the young man who followed Her and cried, begging Her, was my guardian angel. The Lord continued to say: I am tired of her blasphemy and stinking life. I wanted to wipe her off the face of the earth without repentance, but her father begged Me. The Lord said: she needs to be shown the place she deserves, and in an instant I found myself in hell. Terrible fiery snakes climbed onto me, their tongues were long, and fire flew out of their tongues; and there were all sorts of other bastards. The stench there is unbearable, and these snakes dug into me and crawled over me, thick as a finger, and a quarter long, and with tails, jagged needles on the tails, crawled into my ears, into my eyes, into my mouth, into my nostrils, into all the passages. , - the pain is unbearable. I began to scream in a voice that was not my own, but there was no mercy or help from anyone. A woman who had died from an abortion immediately appeared and, crying, began to ask the Lord for forgiveness and mercy. The Lord answered her: how did you live on earth? She did not recognize me or call me, but she destroyed my children in her womb and advised people: “there is no need to create poverty”; You have extra children, but I don’t have any extra, and I give you everything, I have enough for My creation. Then the Lord said to me: I gave you illness so that you would repent, but you blasphemed Me to the end.
Then the earth began to spin along with me, and I flew out of there, there was a stench, and the earth leveled out, there was a roar, and then I saw my church, which I was scolding. When the door opened and a priest dressed all in white came out, shining rays came from his clothes. He stood with his head bowed. Then the Lord asked me: who is this? I answered: this is our priest. And the voice answered me: you said that he was a parasite; no, he is not a parasite, but a hard worker, he is a true shepherd, and not a mercenary. So know, no matter how small his rank, but he serves Me, the Lord, and if the priest does not read a prayer of permission over you, then I will not forgive you. Then I began to ask the Lord: Lord, let me go to earth, I have a boy there. The Lord said to me: I know that you have a boy. And do you feel sorry for him? I say: it's a pity. “You only feel sorry for you, but I have countless of you, and I feel three times more sorry for all of you.” But what an unrighteous path you have chosen for yourself! Why do you strive to acquire great wealth for yourself, why do you commit all kinds of lies? Do you see how your property is being stolen now? Who did your belongings go to? Your property was stolen, your child was sent to an orphanage, and your dirty soul came here. She served the demon and made sacrifices to him: she went to the movies and the theater. You don’t go to God’s church... I’m waiting for you to wake up from your sinful sleep and repent. Then the Lord said: Save your souls yourselves; pray, for a meager century remains, soon, soon I will come to judge the world, pray.
I asked the Lord: how should I pray? I don't know prayer. “Pray,” the Lord answered, “not the precious prayer that is read and learned by heart, but the precious prayer that you say from a pure heart, from the depths of your soul.” Say: Lord, forgive me; Lord, help me, and sincerely, with tears in your eyes - this is the kind of prayer and petition that will be pleasant and pleasing to Me, - so said the Lord.
Then the Mother of God appeared, and I found myself on the same platform, but I was not lying, but standing. Then the Queen of Heaven says: Lord, why let her go? her hair is short. And I hear the voice of the Lord: give her a braid in her right hand that matches the color of her hair. When the Queen of Heaven went for the scythe, I see: She approached a large gate or door, whose structure and bindings were in an oblique line, like the gates of an altar, but of indescribable beauty; such light emanated from them that it was impossible to look. When the Queen of Heaven approached them, they themselves opened up before Her. She went inside some palace or garden, and I remained in my place, and my Angel remained near me, but he did not show me his face. I had a desire to ask the Lord to show me heaven. I say: Lord, they say there is heaven here? The Lord did not give me an answer.
When the Queen of Heaven came, the Lord said to Her: rise up and show her paradise.
The Queen of Heaven passed Her hand over me and said to me: you have paradise on earth; and here for sinners this is a paradise,” and she lifted it like a blanket or a curtain, and on the left side I saw: there were black, burnt people standing like skeletons, a countless number of them, and a stinking smell emanated from them. When I remember now, I feel that unbearable stench and I’m afraid that I won’t end up there again. They are all moaning, their throats are dry, they are asking to drink, drink, at least someone gave them a drop of water. I became scared, as they said: this soul came from the earthly paradise, it had a fragrant smell. Man on earth is given the right and time so that he can acquire heavenly paradise, and if he does not work on earth for the sake of the Lord to save his soul, he will not escape the fate of this place.
The Queen of Heaven pointed to these evil-smelling black people and said: in your earthly paradise, alms are precious, even this water. Give alms, as much as you can, from a pure heart, as the Lord Himself said in the Gospel: even if someone gives a cup of cold water in My name, he will receive a reward from the Lord. And you not only have a lot of water, but also plenty of other things, and therefore you must try to give alms to those in need. And especially, that water, with which an uncountable number of people can be satisfied with one drop. You have entire rivers and seas of this grace, never exhausted.
And suddenly, in an instant, I found myself in tartarus - it’s even worse here than in the first place I saw. At the beginning there was darkness and fire, demons ran up to me with charters and showed me all my bad deeds, and said: here we are those whom you served on earth; and I read my own cases. The demons had fire flying out of their mouths, they began to hit me on the head, and fiery sparks pierced me. I began to scream from unbearable pain, but, alas, I only heard weak moans. They asked for drink, drink; and when the fire illuminated them, I saw: they were terribly thin, their necks were elongated, their eyes were bulging, and they said to me: so you came to us, friend, you will now live with us. Both you and we lived on earth and did not love anyone, neither the servants of God, nor the poor, but were only proud, blasphemed God, listened to apostates, and reviled Orthodox pastors, and never repented. And those who are sinners just like us, but sincerely repented, went to the temple of God, received strangers, gave food to the poor, helped everyone in need, did good deeds, they are up there.
I trembled from the horror I saw, and they continued: you will live with us and suffer forever, just like us.
Then the Mother of God appeared and it became light, the demons all fell on their faces, and the souls all turned to Her: “Mother of God, Queen of Heaven, do not leave us here.” Some say: we suffered so much here; others: we have suffered so much, there is not a drop of water, and the heat is unbearable; and they themselves shed bitter tears.
And the Mother of God cried a lot and said to them: they lived on earth, then they did not call Me and did not ask for help, and they did not repent to My Son and your God, and now I cannot help you, I cannot transgress the will of My Son, and He cannot transgress the will of His Heavenly Father, and therefore I cannot help you, and there is no intercessor for you. I will have mercy only on those suffering in hell for whom the church and close relatives pray.
When I was in hell, they gave me all kinds of worms to eat: live and dead, stinking, - and I screamed and said: how am I going to eat them?! And they answered me: I didn’t keep fasts when I lived on earth, did you eat meat? You didn’t eat meat, but worms, eat worms here too. Here, instead of milk, they gave all kinds of reptiles, reptiles, toads, all kinds.
Then we began to rise, and those remaining in hell shouted loudly: do not leave us, Mother of God.
Then darkness came again, and I found myself on the same platform. The Queen of Heaven also folded her hands on her chest and raised her eyes to heaven, asking: what should I do with her and where should I put her? The Lord said: bring her down to the ground by her hair.
And then wheelbarrows appeared from somewhere, 12 of them, without wheels, but moving. The Queen of Heaven tells me: stand with your right foot and go forward, put your left foot to it. She herself walked next to me, and when we approached the last wheelbarrow, it turned out to be without a bottom, there was an abyss that had no end.
The Queen of Heaven says: lower your right leg, and then your left. I say: I'm afraid I'll fall. And She replies: we need you to fall. “So I’ll kill myself!” “No, you won’t kill yourself,” She answered, and gave the thick end of the scythe to my right hand, and took the thin end for Herself. The braid was woven in three rows. Then She shook her braid and I flew to the ground.
And I see cars running along the ground and people going to work. I see that I am flying to the square of the new market, but I do not land, but quietly fly to the glacier where my body lies, and I instantly stopped on the ground - it was at 1 hour 30 minutes in the afternoon.
After that world I didn’t like it on earth. I went to the hospital. I approached the morgue, went into it, I looked: my body was lying dead, my head was hanging down a little and my hand, and the other hand and side were pressed by the dead man. I don’t know how I entered the body, I just felt an icy cold.
Somehow she freed her pinned side, and, strongly bending her knees, bent her to her elbows. At this time, a man was brought on a stretcher, dead with his legs cut off, by train. I opened my eyes and moved. They saw me, how I bent over, and ran away in fear, leaving that dead man. Then the orderlies and two doctors came, they ordered me to be taken to the hospital as quickly as possible. And the doctors gathered there and said: she needs to warm her brain with light bulbs. It was February 23 at four o'clock in the afternoon. There were 8 stitches on my body, three on my chest, and the rest on my arms and legs, as they practiced on me.
When they warmed my head and my whole body, I opened my eyes and two hours later I spoke. My corpse was half-frozen and gradually came away, as did my brain. At first they fed me artificially, and on the twentieth day they brought me breakfast: pancakes with sour cream and coffee. I immediately refused to eat.
My sister ran away from me in fright and everyone in the ward turned their attention to me. The doctor immediately came and began to ask why I didn’t want to eat. I answered him: today is Friday, and I won’t eat fast food.
And she also told the doctor: you better sit down, I’ll tell you everything, where I was and what I saw. He sat down and everyone listened. Those who do not fast and do not honor Wednesday and Friday are given all kinds of toads and reptiles instead of milk. This is what awaits all sinners who do not repent before the priest in hell, so I will not eat fast food these days.
As I told my story, the doctor alternated between blushing and turning pale, and the patients listened with attention.
Then many doctors and other people gathered, and I talked with them. She said everything that she saw and heard, and that nothing hurt me. After that, many people came to me and I showed them my wounds and told them everything.
Then the police began to drive people away from me, and they transported me to the city hospital. Here I completely recovered. I asked the doctors to quickly heal my wounds. All the doctors who saw me were interested in how I could come to life when all my intestines were half-rotten and my entire insides were affected by cancer, and especially since everything was thrown haphazardly after the operation and hastily stitched up.
They decided to perform the operation on me again, just to be sure.
And here I am again on the operating table. When the chief doctor, Valentina Vasilyevna Alyabyeva, removed the braces and opened her stomach, she said: why did they cut the man? Everything about her is completely healthy.
I asked that they not close my eyes and not give me anesthesia, because I told them: nothing hurts me. The doctors took my insides out onto the table again. I look at the ceiling and see everything that I have and what the doctors are doing to me. I asked the doctors what was wrong with me and what illness I had? The doctor said: the whole inside is like a child’s, clean.
The doctor who performed my first operation then soon appeared, and with him there were many other doctors. I look at them, and they look at me and my insides, and say: where is her illness? Everything about her was rotten and damaged, but she became completely healthy. They came closer and gasped, were surprised, and asked each other: where is the disease she had?!
The doctors asked: are you in pain, Klava? No, I say. The doctors were surprised, then they became convinced that I was answering sensibly; and they started joking: here, Klava, now you will get well and get married. And I tell them: do my operation quickly.
During the operation they asked me three times: Klava, are you in pain? “No, not at all,” I answered. The other doctors present, and there were many of them, walked and ran around the operating room, as if beside themselves, clutching their heads, hands, and were pale as the dead.
I told them: it was the Lord who showed His mercy on me so that I could live and tell others; and to teach you that the power of the Most High is over us.
And then I said to Professor Neimark Israel Isaevich: how could you make a mistake? - They performed an operation on me. He replied: it was impossible to make a mistake, everything about you was affected by cancer. Then I asked him: what do you think now? He answered: the Almighty reborn you.
Then I told him: if you believe this, be baptized, accept the faith of Christ and get married. He's Jewish. He blushed with embarrassment and was terribly perplexed about what had happened.
I saw everything and heard how my insides were put back; and when the last stitch was made, the chief doctor Valentina Vasilyevna (she operated) left the operating room, fell on a chair and began to sob. Everyone asks her in fear: what, Klava died? She answered: no, she didn’t die, I’m amazed at where her strength came from, she didn’t utter a single groan: isn’t this again a miracle? God obviously helped her.
And she also fearlessly told me when I was lying in the city hospital under her supervision that the Jewish professor who performed my first operation, Neimark Israel Isaevich, repeatedly persuaded Valentina Vasilievna to kill me in some way, but she categorically refused, and at first she herself She personally looked after me, fearing that someone would kill me, and she herself gave me food and drink. During the second operation, many doctors were present, including the director of the medical institute, who said that this was an unprecedented case in world practice.
When I left the hospital, I immediately invited that priest whom I scolded and mocked as a parasite, but in essence he is a true minister of the altar of the Lord. I told him everything, confessed and received the Holy Mysteries of Christ. The priest served a prayer service in my house and blessed it. Before that, there was nothing but filth in the house, drunkenness, fights, and you can’t tell everything that I did. On the second day after repentance, I went to the district committee and handed over my party card. Since the former Claudia, an atheist and activist, does not exist, for she died at the age of 40. By the grace of the Queen of Heaven and the Most High God, I go to church and lead a life befitting a Christian. I go to institutions and tell everything that happened to me, and the Lord helps me with everything. I receive everyone who comes and tell everyone about what happened.
And now I advise everyone who does not want to accept the torment that I told you about - repent of all your sins and know God.
The entire Orthodox world was shocked by the amazing story that happened to Claudia Nikitichna Ustyuzhanina, a resident of the city of Barnaul. This story was recorded by a believing woman from the words of Claudia Ustyuzhanina herself, now deceased.
“In 1962 I got cancer. I was treated for three years, but there was no improvement; on the contrary, I became increasingly weaker until I was hospitalized in a very serious condition.
A professor from Moscow examined me and decided to have surgery. On February 19 at 11 o'clock I was on the operating table. I died during the operation. I found out about this later, but when they cut my stomach, I saw myself from the outside. I stood between two doctors and looked with horror at my illness. I thought then: why are there two of me? Why am I lying and why am I standing? I didn't understand my condition.
The doctors took out all my insides and pumped out a lot of fluid from my intestines. And they gave me a verdict: “She has nothing to live for,” said the professor.
Then it was decided to give my body to young doctors for practice. I saw and heard all this, tried to attract attention, but to no avail. They took me, that is, my body, to the morgue.
I followed and wondered: why did I “split into two”? In the morgue I lay naked, covered with a sheet. I saw my brother come along with my son Andryusha. My boy cried bitterly, wailed, I hugged him, consoled him, told him that I was alive, but he did not pay any attention to me. My brother was also crying, I saw it very clearly.
Suddenly I found myself at home. My sister and mother-in-law from my first marriage were there (I did not live with my first husband because he was a believer). The division of my things immediately began in the house. I lived richly because I worked in a store, so I had a lot of property. And it was accumulated in an unjust way, by deception.
I saw that my sister took the best things. When her mother-in-law asked her to leave something for the boy, the sister began to swear and finally stated that this child was not her (mother-in-law’s) son, and there was no need to worry about him.
Then I flew up. I was very surprised that I was flying over Barnaul, as if on an airplane. Then the city disappeared and it became very dark. I can’t explain how I flew. The darkness continued for a long time, then it became very light, so that it was painful to watch.
I found myself lying on some kind of black square made of something soft. On this square, I flew further along some wide alley, along which bushes with thin branches and very beautiful leaves grew.
I thought: where am I? Is it a city or a village? Who lives here? Then I saw a woman, amazingly beautiful, in long clothes. A young man walked next to her, crying and asking for something, but she did not pay attention. I also thought: what kind of mother is this who does not feel sorry for her child?
When they approached me, the young man threw himself at her feet and again began to ask for something, but I did not understand anything. I wanted to ask: where am I? But the woman spoke first. Folding her arms across her chest and raising her eyes to the sky, she asked: “Lord, where is she going?” And then I shuddered violently, realizing that I had died. I became scared because I suddenly seemed to see my sins and realized that now I would have to answer for them.
I wanted to see God, I began to look for Him, but I didn’t see anything, I only heard a voice that said: “Bring her back to earth, she came at the wrong time.” Then I realized that this woman was the Queen of Heaven, and the young man was my Guardian Angel, who begged Her for me.
And the Lord continued to say: “I am tired of her blasphemy and her stinking life. I wanted to wipe her off the face of the earth without repentance, but her father begged Me with his unceasing prayer.”
Then He said, “She needs to be shown the place she deserves.” And instantly I found myself in hell. Strange snakes with long fiery tongues crawled over me. These snakes literally bit into me, I was in so much pain, so excruciating, and there was no help from anywhere. There was an unbearable stench there, I screamed.
Then everything started spinning and I flew again. Suddenly I saw our church, which I had scolded many times in my life. A priest came out of it, all in a white and sparkling robe, but only with his head bowed.
Then the Lord asked me: who is this? I answered that I was a priest. And the Lord answers me: “You said that he is a parasite. And he is not a parasite, but a true shepherd, and not a mercenary. So know, no matter what priest he is, he serves Me. And if he doesn’t read a prayer of permission over you, then I won’t forgive you.”
Then I began to ask Him: “Lord, let me go, I have a son, he is left completely alone.” “Do you feel sorry for him?” - asked the Lord. I replied: “It’s a shame.” “You feel sorry for one child,” said the Lord, “but I have so many of you that there is no such number. You all strive for wealth and do all sorts of lies.
You see how your property, which you valued so much, is being stolen. Your property was stolen, your child was sent to an orphanage. And your dirty soul appeared before Me. We must save the soul first of all, for there is only a meager century left, and soon I will come to judge you. Pray." I asked: “How should I pray, I don’t know any prayers.”
The Lord answered: “It is not the precious prayer that is learned by heart, but the one that is said from a pure heart, from the depths of the soul. Stand anywhere and say: forgive me, Lord, help me. I see you, I hear you."
Here the Mother of God appeared and I again found myself on that square, but no longer lying down, but standing. Then the Mother of God walked away from me to a gate of indescribable beauty, from which such light emanated that human words cannot describe it. An angel stayed next to me.
The gates opened before the Mother of God, She entered the palace or garden. I thought this was heaven and asked the Lord to show it to me.
When the Mother of God returned, I heard a voice: “Queen of Heaven, show her her paradise.” The Mother of God waved her hand, and on the left side I saw: black, burnt people standing like skeletons, a countless number. They moaned so much and asked for a drink, but no one gave them a drop of water.
I was scared, I heard them say: “This soul came from earthly paradise. In order to earn a fragrant smell in Heaven, you must serve God on earth with faith and truth for the salvation of your soul.”
Then the Queen of Heaven pointed to these black people and said: “You have rich alms in your earthly paradise. The Lord said: whoever gives a cup of water in My name will receive a reward. And you not only have a lot of water, you have plenty of everything, so give alms. One drop of water can satisfy countless people here..."
Then I found myself in tartarus even worse than before. There was darkness and fire. Demons ran up to me with charters in which my sins were written down and showed me their terrible notes. Fire was flying out of their mouths, I was so scared. The demons beat me, some sparks pierced me, which caused me to experience severe pain.
There were people there, many people, exhausted by suffering. They told me that in earthly life they did not recognize God, did not do good deeds, and that now I would forever be there with them. They gave me worms and all sorts of nasty things to eat because I didn’t keep fasts in my earthly life.
My soul trembled with horror. Therefore, I began to climb up with the Mother of God, and below people moaned: “Mother of God, do not leave us!” I found myself on the platform where I saw the Virgin Mary for the first time. She folded her arms across her chest, raised her eyes to the sky and asked: “What should I do with her?” And the voice of the Lord says: “Bring her down to earth.”
Immediately, wheelbarrows appeared from somewhere, 12 wheelbarrows without wheels, and they were all moving. I had to move from wheelbarrow to wheelbarrow, as the Queen of Heaven ordered.
When we got to the last wheelbarrow, it had no bottom. Our Lady said: “Go forward.”
I say I'm afraid I'll fall. “And we need you to fall,” She says. “But I’ll kill myself!” - “No, you won’t kill yourself!” The Mother of God gave me a braid braided in three rows into my hand, and she herself held it by the end.
She shook her scythe and I flew to the ground. On the ground I saw cars driving and people walking. I saw that I was flying over the market, but did not land, but continued to fly to the morgue where my body lay.
The morgue was closed, but I somehow walked through the wall and saw my dead body: my head was hanging down a little, my side was pressed against another dead man.
How and when I entered the body, I don’t know, but I realized it when I felt cold. I somehow bent my knees, shrank from the cold, and turned on my side.
At this time, a new dead man was just brought in.
I opened my eyes and saw the orderlies, and they ran away in horror. The doctors were called. They took me to the hospital again and began to warm me up. Two hours later I spoke. There were 8 stitches on my body because the students were practicing on me.
My body was half dead, but still on the 20th day I was able to eat.
She offered me pancakes with sour cream, but I refused because it was Friday. I told the doctors where I was, and that there those who do not fast are forced to eat worms.
The doctors listened to me at first with caution, thinking that I had gone crazy, and then with interest and attention. Many people came to listen to my story about the next world. I told everything that I saw, and the main thing is that nothing hurts me.
Things got to the point that the police began to disperse the people who came to marvel at me (the rumor spread throughout the city).
I was transferred to another hospital, where I finally recovered. But the doctors could not understand how I could live practically without an intestine, because I have cancer in the last stage.
We decided to have another operation. The chief doctor, Valentina Vasilievna Alyabyeva, opened the abdominal cavity and found that all my internal organs were like those of a child. The doctors were simply shocked; they did not understand how this could happen. I had the operation under local anesthesia, I talked during the operation, and I was not in pain at all.
The doctors came to the unanimous opinion that, as they put it, God had reborn me. Valentina Vasilievna did not leave my side, nursed me, fed me, so that no one would harm me, because the doctors who performed my first operation did not really like my healing, since it was impossible for them to prove why they sent a healthy person to the morgue, although they saw that my intestines were practically rotten.
When I left the hospital, first of all I went to that temple, to that priest whom I called a parasite. I asked for forgiveness, confessed, received communion, and blessed my house. Then I went to the district committee and handed over my party card, since the former communist and atheist Claudia had died. And since then I regularly go to church and try to live like a Christian.”