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Not a sound is heard in the rare. As if the sky had fallen down and the time had stopped. And suddenly a woman appears running towards us. "It’s a catastrophe! Our fathers were arrested and taken somewhere last night. They want to burn down all the books and icons!"

thumb_ist12Godless time came. The monastery was closed and we gathered together to pray secretly in our houses. On great feasts we ran to the chapel at the Holy Spring and sang molebens there. We were saving ourselves. Once such an incident happened to me. I was driving a cow to the river past the chapel and heard someone singing. I thought that our dwellers had come there earlier than me and admired their song. When I entered the chapel I saw nobody there. As if the service were celebrated without a man present.

And here is the story of a Moscow citizen Valentina M.

"It happened in 1956. I was 12 then. Terrible news was heard in the village. Our chapel at the Holy Spring was to be broken down. They said there was no need to indulge in superstitions. We’d better build a pigsty out of the bricks of the chapel. People ran to the Spring and I ran after my mother. Explosives were put under the chapel. Our beauty collapsed with a groan, only the well with a cross on it was left. But it seemed insufficient for the godless. They began to push the bricks and spit into the water.

Suddenly we saw a dark silhouette appear in the clear sky in front of us just above the wood on the hill. As if it were a nun with a kerchief on her head and as if a dog were in front of her. She was shaking her finger at him. We came to our senses again and somebody cried "It is the Theotokos, our Defender is angry!" There everybody scattered in all directions in horror. The brick arches and the well with a tube remained safe. And people went to pray there and take water all the same. When the ruined spring became silted, Mr. Mayorov, a dweller of the village of Poschupovo, fixed it with a ring of concrete. He was excluded from the party and fired from work."