A friend in her adolescence was resting at her grandmother's house, running with her company every day to swim on the river past a long-abandoned, semi-destructed church. It is the mid-1980s somewhere. And one day they return late in the evening - and the temple was seen from a distance, the whole lighted, brightly burning windows and holes in the walls. They entered, there were hundreds of candles burning, and no one around. Who put it and why - unknown, around the deaf. The next night this little miracle did not repeat, forgotten for years.

When the girl grew up, she enrolled in the MSU filfac because of her love for literature, but found there full abomination - tobacco smoking and cannabis, alcoholism and disorderly sexual relationships. It was the beginning of the 90s. The shocked first-time student gave her certificates, and where else in Russia besides the Moscow University you can get a high-quality philological education without the temptation to fall asleep, shrink, crumble, mad and pick up bouquets.

At that time, the center of the collection of the surviving Forces of Good, including quite atheistic, became the Moscow Orthodox Academy. This is where the first student moved after the first semester. I was thrilled by these people - what teachers, what students. She has a best friend. They talked about miracles. My girlfriend remembered:
I had only one miracle in my life, and it was perfectly explainable without any divine intervention. At 10 I got a cold, something like rheumatism began. No matter how much I went to the doctors, nothing helped. Someone advised the grandfather's parents, he put the bites of bees, and they seemed to be healed. I was taken to him for a week. I was forbidden to swim in the woods. Among the children there were only the holidaymakers of Moscow - naughty, noisy, I avoided them. I loved walking by the temple on the shore. I prayed for it to be finally healed. I regretted this temple – it stood empty and dark. And then one day, as if a voice in me sounded out, “You’re sorry that the temple is dark?” Take it and light up!

In fact, the grandfather had so many candles that he did not know where to put them. Grandfather, according to his law, lived - exhausted honey, sprinkled candles, let somebody please. I asked, I gave injection. She went to the temple, dismantled and set fire to everything. The fire was not afraid - everything that could have burned there has long been burned. But it burned so much that it became scary. She returned to Paseka, when it was already dark, looked around from a distance - and the temple was shining, seen from a distance, beautifully so. This is all my miracle - that the candle itself lit, and that the sick has not returned since then. Most likely, it was just a coincidence, and he cured his grandfather with his bees.

The girlfriend looked at her astonished. Finally she said:
Sandy, early August 1984, the day of the prophet Elijah?
... well yes. How do you know?! to