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Saint Peter of Murom

He ascended the princely throne after the death of his elder brother Vladimir. The Laurentian Chronicle reports this event in 1205, however, under the same year it reports the campaign of the South Russian princes against the Polovtsians, the capture of Rurik Rostislavich by Roman Galitsky and the beginning of the reign of Rostislav Rurikovich in Kiev - events that took place in 1203-1204.

According to the life of St. Prince Peter (Davyd) took the princely throne after the death of his elder brother Prince Paul (possibly the baptismal name of Vladimir).

From 1205 to 1228 Prince Peter stayed at the princely residence. Prince Peter took monastic vows here and died.

On the site of the Church of the Exaltation of the Cross in Murom there was, where supposedly St. Peter received the miraculous Agrikov sword to defeat the wizard, and where the holy princess Fevronia subsequently took monastic vows. In 1998, a memorial cross was erected on the site of the cell of the holy Murom princess Fevronia in the unpreserved Holy Cross Monastery.

“He had a brother named Prince Peter. One day he called him to him and told him the words of the serpent that he had spoken to his wife. Prince Peter, having heard from his brother that the serpent named his namesake as the culprit of his death, began to think, without doubt and courageously, how to kill the serpent. But only one thing confused him: he knew nothing about Agric’s sword.

In the Church of the Exaltation of the Cross, a youth appears to Prince Peter and shows Agrikov a sword lying in a crevice in the altar wall. Peter had the habit of walking around churches in solitude. There was a church of the Exaltation of the Precious and Life-Giving Cross outside the city in a convent. And Peter came there alone to pray. And then a youth appeared to him, saying: “Prince, do you want me to show you Agrikov’s sword?” The prince, trying to fulfill his desire, said: “Yes, I will see!” Where is he?" The boy said: “Follow me.” And he showed him in the altar wall between the ceramides a hole in which the sword lay.

Prince Peter shows the sword to his brother and bows to his daughter-in-law. The noble Prince Peter, taking the sword, came and told his brother about it. And from that day on he began to look for an opportunity to kill the snake. Every day he went to his brother and his daughter-in-law to bow..."

During his reign, he was focused on the politics of the Grand Duchy of Vladimir, acted on the side of the Grand Duke of Vladimir, and then his son, in all significant campaigns and battles of that time.

So, in 1207, Davyd Yuryevich came to the aid of Vsevolod Yuryevich during his campaign against the Ryazan land near Pronsk. Prince Pronsky Mikhail Vsevolodovich fled to Chernigov to his father-in-law Vsevolod Chermny. Residents, led by Izyaslav - Mikhail Vsevolodovich's cousin - defended the city for six weeks, expecting help from Ryazan, but experienced acute shortages of food and water. After an unsuccessful attempt to unblock the Ryazan strike, the city surrendered to the mercy of the winner. Izyaslav was released in peace, and instead of him, Vsevolod gave Pronsk to his brother Oleg Vladimirovich, who was among the besiegers.
However, the next year, 1208, having learned about the self-will, Vsevolod took Pronsk from Oleg Vladimirovich and gave the city to Davyd Yuryevich of Murom. In the same year, Oleg and his brothers kicked Davyd out of Pronsk and gave him to Mikhail.

In 1213, Prince Davyd took part in the campaign of Grand Duke Yuri Vsevolodovich against Rostov; in 1216, the Murom squad took part in the Battle of Lipitsa as part of the combined forces of Vladimir, Pereyaslavl, Suzdal and some other fiefs on the side of Grand Duke Yuri Vsevolodovich against the united army of Novgorod , Pskov, Smolensk, Toropets, Rostov.
In 1220, Davyd sent his son Svyatoslav with an army to participate in a joint campaign with the Vladimir people against the Volga Bulgarians.

The country residence of Prince David was located in the Boris and Gleb Monastery, founded by the holy Prince Gleb.
According to legend, in 1228, Evdokia, the daughter of the Murom prince David Georgievich and his wife Euphrosyne, known as princes Peter and Fevronia, took monastic vows.

“Dimitrievskaya Sloboda, near the Oka River, is located 120 versts from the provincial city of Vladimir and 5 from. In the old days, this settlement was inhabited by “Yamskaya hunters” and was called the Yamskaya Glyadyacha settlement. A local legend is associated with the name “Glydyachaya Sloboda”. Once upon a time, the Murom prince Peter and his wife Fevronia were expelled by the Murom people; The exiles set off down the river and, having reached the place where the settlement now stands, looked back at the abandoned city.”
/Historical and statistical description of churches and parishes of the Vladimir diocese. 1896/

On February 14, the Catholic world celebrates St. Valentine's Day - Valentine's Day. In Rus', in the Orthodox world, they consider the Day of Love July 8(according to the new style) - the day of remembrance of Saints Peter and Fevronya.
In Moscow, the Central Archive houses a priceless book from the 16th century. “Great Menya Chetii”, or “Collection of Lives”. There are the following lines: “On the 25th day of the month of June. The story of the life of the holy wonderworkers of Murom, the blessed and reverend Prince Peter, named David in monasticism, and his wife, the worthy Fevronya, named Euphrosyne in monasticism. With preface and praise."
This is the story of this extraordinary love.



Anika sat down on the bench:
This is the story of this extraordinary love.
It was dark in the princely bedchamber. The windows in the wards are covered from the bright spring sun. In the red corner, lamps burned quietly near the icon case with icons of the Mother of God and Christ. Yes, an inconspicuous monk in black was barely audible reading psalms.

Anika... Anika,” Peter, the young prince of Murom, called from his bed in a weak voice. The door creaked, and the faithful servant, the hefty man Anika, bowed his head under the lintel, immediately entered and froze.
“I’m tired, Anika,” the prince spoke quietly. - Tell me, why am I being punished like this? Are all these scabs and ulcers all over your body from snake venom? Incurable for so many years. In that battle, I not only saved my brother from the snake, but also our Murom. Or maybe he saved all of Orthodox Rus' from an evil reptile.
Anika sat down on the bench:
- Prince, I think I’ve found you some more doctors. There is a village called Laskavo in Ryazan land. The old people say maybe they will cure your illness there.
Peter rose from the pillows. He looked with hope:
- So why are you delaying? Pack your carts! Let's go!

On the second day of the journey, splashing the spring puddles with their hooves, the prince's horses finally stopped in a poor village, at the last, old hut. The gates were open. Anika quickly entered the room. And he froze in surprise. A gray hare, already in spring fur, was jumping around the room. And at the loom sat a girl with a brown braid down to her waist.
“Tell me, girl,” Anika bowed, “where are your mother and father?”
Without raising her head from her work, she humbly answered:
- Parents went to the neighbors to cry on loan. And the brother looks between his legs into the eyes of death.
Anika looked at the jumping hare and hesitated. I felt sorry for myself for the beautiful but poor fool. And she suddenly looked up at him with a clear gaze and said:
- How unreasonable you are. Didn't knock. Found me in simplicity and untidy. And the parents of the neighbors are mourning the deceased. When death comes for them, the neighbors will cry. This is crying on loan. And my brother is a tree climber, he works in the forest. It takes honey from a tall tree. Looking through the legs into the eyes of death. And my name is Fevronya. And I am the servant of the Murom prince Peter. The snake sprayed him with poison. He was completely exhausted from severe ulcers. If you cure it, it promises many gifts.
The girl stood up, lowering her eyes:
- I don’t need gifts. I only see one thing: he will be healthy if I become his wife. But no, I can’t heal. God won’t give you strength,” and stroked the hare that was jumping nearby on its hind legs.
Here Anika was completely taken aback. I remembered the sign: a hare in a hut - for a wedding. He ran to his young prince. Taking him from the cart into his arms, sick and light, he still could not hide the strange details. Peter laughed irritably. Is it conceivable for a prince to marry the daughter of some tree-dweller? Even a healer. But in the hut, looking at the humble beauty Fevronya, he still remained bashfully silent. And she, looking only at Anika, said:
- First of all, they took us to heat the bathhouse. And steam your master there thoroughly. And then rub it with this. But leave one scab on your shoulder. - And, scooping sour kvass from a barrel, she handed the ladle to Anika.

In the bathhouse, after a hot wash, Anika rubbed the prince with sour cream from head to toe. And - lo and behold! - while the steamed Peter was resting on the bench, the ulcers on his body dried up and fell off. And the skin became white and clean.
Needless to say, with what joy the prince set off on his way back, what strength he felt in his whole body, how easily he ran up the steps to his mansion! He rushed to his elder brother Pavel with the good news. But suddenly, not even reaching the middle of the room, he fell to the floor from terrible pain. In front of everyone, purulent ulcers began to again cover his face, hands, and body.
At night, by the light of lamps and candles, he told his brother the details of the meeting. “The sin is on you. She healed you, but you became proud and left by deception,” Pavel whispered to him in his hearts. - Remember the words of the apostle: “Everyone who exalts himself will be humiliated. And he who humbles himself will be exalted." I beg you, go to this Fevronya. Repent before her and God. Woo. Maybe he will forgive. And maybe you will be healed. You need repentance, not her and not God.”
Peter listened in silence, bowing his fair-haired head. Approaching the icons, he crossed himself. And he ordered Anika to send matchmakers to Fevronya in Laskavo in order to get engaged to her in the Solotchinsky monastery in the summer on Peter’s Day. The humble girl was not offended, she only said: “Bow to the master, but let him not prepare the carriages, but the sleigh.” Anika again mentally laughed at the strange girl. However, on June 29, such snow began to fall in the morning, such flakes fell from the sky that the roads were covered with snow. And the sleigh prepared by Peter came in handy.

Standing in the church before the altar next to the bride, the prince was no longer ashamed of his chosen one. In Murom, Prince Pavel joyfully met the young people at the prince's chambers to the sound of bells, holding an icon of the Mother of God. The servants lined up in rows, jubilant. “Advice and love to you,” they shouted at the feast.
However, not everyone liked the young princess. Every now and then we began to hear slander from portly boyar wives, bright local dandies - the first beauties of Murom. “Is this the princess? Just a quiet girl. There is no nonsense. And thin. And pale. And let alone pearls, he won’t wear a copper ring.” But Peter didn’t seem to hear. As they say, there is no need for treasure when the husband and wife get along well. And Fevronya herself gradually, gently built harmony in the new family.
The grief came unexpectedly. Elder brother Pavel died. And Peter officially became the Prince of Murom. And Fevronya is a princess. The chronicle especially notes Peter's honest and just rule. Not according to birth and wealth, but “according to God’s deeds,” he celebrated and welcomed both the boyars and servants. He regularly conducted both foreign and commercial affairs. And often not without the wise advice of his beloved wife. Evil gossip spread. From the mansion to the chambers, from the houses to the huts. Like, the princess doesn’t like well-born people. The boyars don’t like them because they are blacks themselves. That is why the prince began to oppress the boyars. Either by humiliation or extortion. One day, at a drunken men's feast, at a princely meal, they began to cunningly blaspheme the princess. Especially the fat boyar Danila.
- And why did you, Peter, young prince, humiliate your throne like that? Or did you not find a high-born bride? We are glad to serve you, but our wives, the boyars, cannot bow to the village women.
And the frail Timofey Tarasyev also emerged from behind the boyars’ brocade backs:
- And that’s true, prince. When your princess has a meal with our wives, there is no shame. He collects crumbs from the table into his palm. Really hungry.
The boyars at the table laughed loudly and unanimously. The prince's face flushed.
“Honestly, I can swear,” Tarasyev crossed himself finely. - Ask whoever you want.
- Come on, Anika, let's go get the princess. Tell me, the prince calls for a meal.
The boyars watched with bated breath as Fevronya, at the order of the prince, sat down next to him and ate. As according to village custom, without hiding, she collected bread crumbs in her palm. And then Peter, annoyed, sharply grabbed her hand. He unclenched his fingers. She looked meekly into his eyes with understanding. On her palm, as everyone sitting saw, lay not crumbs at all, but fragrant lumps of church incense...
Well, Peter laughed at the boyars, who one after another rushed out of the chambers. And he never tested his wife again. However, the even more embittered boyars did not calm down. And at the boyar duma they threateningly decided: “If you, prince, want to be an autocrat, take another princess. But neither we nor our wives will submit to this. Let him take from the treasury as much as he wants and leave the city of Murom.”
And the prince trembled. And I was confused. Bowed his head:
- Go, unkind ones. Ask the princess yourself. As she says, so it will be.
Oh, how happy the boyars were! Soon the walkers were sent to the princely mansions. And they appeared before the princess. “The whole city, Madame Fevronya, demands that you give us the one we ask. Take as much wealth as you need and leave!”
She stood calmly in front of them, impudent, well-fed, drunk.
- So be it. But you also promise to give me whatever I ask.
“Whatever you say, take it without arguing,” the boyars rejoiced.
“And I will say,” the voice sounded firmer, “that I only need my husband, Peter.”
The prince who was nearby listened to all this through the open door.
“Well,” the arrogant guests looked at each other and were not at a loss. - Take it. We are at another party, we’ll choose this one better. Luckily there are some.
And then the prince could not stand it. Got up. Has entered. With anger he looked at the red, sweaty faces of the boyars. Met with the loving eyes of his wife. He approached and gently hugged her shoulders. He quickly led me away from the evil court.
Meanwhile, on the river bank, the boyars' servants were hastily preparing two plows for sailing, intending to finally escort the Ryazan know-it-all, the dark girl Fevronya, out of the Murom lands. And at the same time, forever expel Prince Peter, strict and long inconvenient for them.
The night's fresh wind flaps the sails above Fevronya's head. Chilled, standing at the side, she listens to the creaking of rowlocks and pine masts on the plows, the quiet splashing of the Oka water, the rowers talking. Where are they going? Which lands will accept the exiles? What life (or death?) awaits them in the unknown distance?
We landed on some shore for the night. While Anika and her servants were setting up tents and unloading ships, the prince sat down on a stone at a distance. And he thought bitterly. It was about something. It's time to throw yourself into the water. The wife walked up with a light gait. She gently wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. “Don’t grieve, prince. Despair is also a sin. God is merciful. We won’t be lost... Or don’t you believe it?” She picked him up from the cold stone. She led me to the fire, in which the fire was already crackling and dancing between two stakes driven into the ground for hanging a cauldron of water. “Will you believe in the mercy of God if in the morning these pegs become trees again?” The prince cheered up and laughed quietly: “Oh my goodness, are you making things up?” The next morning they woke up from surprised screams. The cook, Anika and servants crowded around the ashes from yesterday's fire. On its sides stretched two slender trees rustling with green foliage. “You see,” Fevronya gently touched her husband’s shoulder. - I told you, God is merciful. And he gives it to everyone according to their faith.”
Meanwhile, the boyars in Murom did not share power. They began to stalk, slander, insidiously, mercilessly kill each other. In addition, the city, which until recently was beautiful and carved, was attacked by fire without pity. Huge flashes of fire, as if in the hands of archangels, flew across the roofs of boyar houses and marketplaces. For everyone and everywhere the question seemed to sound: “Where did you put the legitimate prince Peter and the princess? If you don’t return them to the throne, everyone and everything will be consigned to fire and sword. And your houses, and your families, and your livestock...”
And horror seized the city. There was a numbness. Less than three days had passed when, on the distant bank of the Oka, people appeared in front of the prince’s tent, shaking and humiliated, in singed clothes. Among them are Timofey Tarasyev and the potbellied boyar Danila. They fell prostrate into the grass with pitiful, sooty faces. They cried: “Forgive us, merciful one... Come back. Deliver me from sin." The prince raised Tarasyev from the ground. “Go in peace. Ask my princess. As she says, so it will be.” Fevronya came out of her tent. She listened without malice. “Go to your prince. If he wants to return, then I will be with him. The Lord gave us two abilities. Remember and forget. Forget evil. And remember the good.”
When the plows of Peter and Fevronya, gliding along the surface of the Oka, returned to their native Murom, the whole city poured out to meet them on the green banks to the sound of bells.
And the years stretched and floated by. In princely and everyday affairs. In fasting and prayer. Meek Fevronya continued to “work many miracles.” She was like love itself. She constantly treated and healed people. She took care of the sick and orphans. She built charity houses. She stood up for widows. Helped poor monasteries. Sometimes I loved to weave, as I once did in my youth. And Peter, in the clear light of her kind soul, had changed greatly over the years. Historians consider the time of his reign to be calm and prosperous.
However, old age crept up on these happy spouses. Both in the temple and in their upper room near the icon case, they increasingly asked God for happiness - to give them the opportunity to die on the same day. They also wrote a will - not to separate their bodies even after death. For this purpose, by order of the prince, two coffins with a thin partition were hewn out in one stone.
One day the prince called the old princess to him and, sitting her down next to him, quietly took her thin hand. “Tell me, my beloved, if I accept the monastic rank, will you also go to the monastery?” After a pause, the wife bowed low to her husband: “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I was just waiting for your decision so I could get away from the world. To live closer to God. Among our worldly worries, rumors, and temptations, it is impossible to achieve holiness and perfection.” The prince continued her thought: “As John Chrysostom said, this is the same difference as between a quiet pier and a sea forever shaken by the wind.”
Murom residents did not understand this decision. They wondered how it was possible to exchange princely glory, wealth, and honor for monasticism. After all, you can pray to God in the world too. But Peter and Fevronya were firm. And they accepted monasticism at the same time. He was named David in the Spassky Monastery. She is in the Assumption Monastery - Euphrosyne.
It’s a pity that it is not known from the chronicles what spiritual deeds the couple accomplished in the monastery, in the solitude of their meager cells. However, it is not without reason that it is said: if in the world people fight demons like lambs, then monks fight them “like tigers.” They lived like this for several years, without seeing each other, only knowing and feeling the beating of their loving heart. But one warm July day, when Blessed Euphrosyne was in a narrow cell embroidering the face of the Mother of God on a veil for the Church of the Most Holy Theotokos, there was a knock on the door, and an alarmed young monk quickly entered. “Sister, I have been sent from your brother in Christ David. He ordered it to be conveyed that the time had come for his death. But he's waiting for you. To go to God together.” The old woman paused for a minute: “I can’t go with him right away. Let him wait. Once I finish it, I’ll go to him right away.”
In his cell, dressed all in black, with a cross on his chest, the gray-haired, thinner prince listened with difficulty to the messenger. Gasping, he whispered: “Hurry to my beloved sister. Let him come to say goodbye. I’m already leaving this life.” The monk hastily ran in to Fevronya: “Sister. Don't hesitate. Prince Peter ends. He begs for forgiveness." “Beg him, brother, to be patient, to wait for me for a little minute. There’s only one stezitsa left to finish.”
The monk ran all the way. And he found the prince barely alive. “Tell my Fevronya,” whispered the dying man, “that’s it, I’m leaving.” There’s no point in waiting.” The poor envoy ran to Fevronya crying: “Your prince Peter has died in peace. He has gone to eternal rest." The princess turned pale as snow. She stood up and, looking up at the Mother of God, crossed herself three times. Quietly, as if saying goodbye, she ran her hand over the unfinished sewing. She stuck a needle in and, wrapping a thread around it, began to quietly go to God...

And the angels carried the holy souls of Peter and Fevronya into the bottomless sky. There, where was the One who gave them great and pure love for each other. This happened, as they say in the Menaions, in the summer of 1228 from the birth of Christ. On the 25th day of June.
After the funeral service, the Murom boyars neglected the wills of the deceased. Remembering that monks cannot be buried together, they decided to bury Prince Peter in the city near the cathedral church. And Fevronya’s coffin was placed in a country convent until the morning. However, the next morning the priests and parishioners stood in silent horror over the empty coffins in both churches. No one knew where the bodies of the newly deceased went. But the very frightened guard of the Church of the Mother of God, who soon came running, fell at the bishop’s feet and apologized for falling asleep at night and not seeing who it was who had secretly carried the prince and princess into the common coffin. They really, as they wanted during life, lay in one stone coffin, covered with Fevronya’s unfinished bedspread.
The boyars unanimously decided that these were faithful servants at night and secretly carried out the will of their masters. Again, having separated the bodies, they took them to different churches, and closed the locks and bolts until the morning. The guards did not sleep a wink in the night. And again, no one noticed how the bodies of the holy elders again ended up in one coffin.
So they buried them together. But ever since then they began to notice: whoever came to the holy relics with prayer received healing, harmony and love in the family. So it would be good for us to pray to the holy lovers who lived long, happily and died on the same day.

The lives of the righteous, which is supplemented by the available chronicle information, indicate that the death of the saints Prince David (Peter) and Princess Fevronia (Euphrosyne) followed on the same day and hour during Easter Week, which fell in April 1228
The chronicles supplement this fact with information that a few days before this, their youngest son, Prince Svyatoslav Davidovich, died (who, presumably, was also buried in the princely tomb).
The death of the holy Murom prince David with his wife and son fell during the ministry in Murom of Bishop Euphrosynus I (Svyatogorets) of Murom and Ryazan (1225-1239), who probably tonsured them into monasticism, giving the princess the same monastic name as his, and also, presumably, performed the church burial of the princely couple.

Scribe book of Bartenev 1636/37. reports: “In the city, the cathedral church of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary has three tops with a porch, a stone porch, (...) in the chapel of the Supreme Apostles Peter and Paul lie the Murom miracle workers - the blessed Prince Peter and Princess Fevronia, covered with black cloth, and above the shrine - their an image with an act... The building is a cathedral church of blessed memory of the Tsar and Grand Duke Ivan Vasilyevich of All Rus'..."
As follows from this description, the relics of the Murom wonderworkers Peter and Fevronia rested in the Peter and Paul chapel (built in the right apse).

Reliquary of Murom Saints Peter and Fevronia in. 1890s

Photographs of a massive cypress shrine made for the relics in 1797 have been preserved. Wooden Church of Peter and Fevronia stood next to the temple. In con. XVIII century it was dismantled to make way for the construction of a three-tier bell tower. Her pride was the bell weighing 1049 tons, about which they said: “The big bell from hell will ring out the soul.” At the bell tower there was a warm Spassky Church and a chapel built in 1814 in honor of the Murom Icon of the Mother of God.

Cathedral of the Nativity of the Virgin Mary in Murom

Until 1921, the relics rested in the city Nativity Cathedral (dismantled in 1939-1940). The cathedral was looted, some of the ancient icons and utensils were transferred to the local history museum, the relics of the saints were transported to the local museum in 1921, from where they were returned to the Holy Trinity Monastery in 1992.

Now the shrine with the relics of the saints is in the cathedral.

Holy Trinity Cathedral in Murom

Reliquary with the relics of Peter and Fevronia of Murom


Monument "Union of Love - Wise Marriage". Sculptor Nikolai Shcherbakov. City of Murom.


The monument to Peter and Fevronia was erected in Murom on July 7, 2012 on Peasant Square, between the Holy Trinity Convent and the Annunciation Monastery.


The bas-relief of Peter and Fevronia was installed at the western monastery wall of the Spaso-Preobrazhensky Monastery in Murom and was installed on July 8, 2008.

The All-Russian Day of Family, Love and Fidelity was first celebrated in 2008, which was declared the Year of the Family.
This holiday in Russia was established on the initiative of deputies of the State Duma. The initiative to celebrate Family Day is supported by all traditional religious organizations in Russia - after all, the idea of ​​celebrating Family Day, love and fidelity has no denominational boundaries. Every religion has examples of family fidelity and love.

The idea of ​​the holiday arose several years ago among residents of the city of Murom (Vladimir region), where the relics of the holy spouses Peter and Fevronia, patrons of Christian marriage, are buried, whose memory is celebrated on July 8.
Their lives embody the traits that traditional Russian religions have always associated with the ideal of marriage, namely: piety, mutual love and fidelity, performing acts of mercy and caring for the various needs of their fellow citizens.
The new family holiday already has a medal, which will be awarded on July 8, and a very gentle symbol - a daisy. This warm holiday is welcome in any home, which is why it is so easy for him to walk - having come out of the church calendar, he is ready to knock on every door. For Family Day
Sergey Olkhovoy

Family - a burden or wings?
Are there chains around your neck or flight?
The opportunity to make a fairy tale come true
In my opinion, the Family gives.

You can only build for your beloved,
I want to create for my dear one.
Give yourself to her freely,
And that makes you happy!

I shrug off all the troubles
And I scatter the crows,
I give her my victories,
Guardian angel for her!

Let her children be more important to her,
It’s clear - the future is in them,
The father in the family is responsible for everything,
And the joy is divided into two.

She surrounds you with care
She will cover everyone with her wing.
We call her mom
We write and sing poems to her.

Family is the cell of the Universe,
His little brick!
You fulfill your calling
For the glory of your Family!

Prayers to the Holy Blessed Prince Peter and Princess Fevronia, Murom Wonderworkers
First prayer

O great saints of God and wonderful miracle workers, blessed Prince Peter and Princess Fevronia, representatives and guardians of the city of Murom, and about all of us, zealous prayer books for the Lord! We come running to you and pray to you with strong hope: bring your holy prayers to the Lord God for us sinners and ask us from His goodness for all that is good for our souls and bodies: rightful faith, good hope, unfeigned love, unshakable piety, success in good deeds, peace of peace, fruitfulness of the earth, prosperity of the air, health to souls and bodies and eternal salvation. Intercede with the Heavenly King: may His faithful servants, in sorrow and sorrow cry out to Him day and night, hear the pained cry and may our belly be delivered from destruction. Ask the Church of Saints and the entire Russian Empire for peace, silence and prosperity, and for all of us a prosperous life and a good Christian death. Protect your fatherland, the city of Murom, and all Russian cities from all evil, and overshadow all the faithful people who come to you and worship you with the power of your auspicious prayers, and fulfill all their requests for good. Hey, holy wonderworkers! Do not despise our prayers offered to you with tenderness, but be worthy of us as intercessors to the Lord in your dreams and make us worthy, through your holy help, to receive eternal salvation and inherit the Kingdom of Heaven; Let us glorify the ineffable love for mankind of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, in the Trinity we worship God, forever and ever. Amen.

Second prayer

O saints of God, blessed Prince Peter and Princess Fevronia, we come running to you and pray to you with strong hope: offer up for us sinners (names), your holy prayers to the Lord God and ask His goodness for all that is useful to our souls and bodies: faith right, good hope, unfeigned love, unshakable piety, success in good deeds. And petition the Heavenly King for a prosperous life and a good Christian death. Hey, holy wonderworkers! Do not despise our prayers, but awaken in your dreams to intercede with the Lord, and with your help make us worthy to receive eternal salvation and inherit the Kingdom of Heaven, so that we glorify the ineffable love for mankind of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, in the Trinity we worship God forever and ever.

Icon "Saints Peter and Fevronya"

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