"Girl, you're not talking nonsense. We don't need another freeloader. Don't teach me how to live, dear. Tell me better where to put the candle.

"Go to St. Xenia, there is her icon, do you see?"

The lady with a resolute step with a candle at the ready moved towards the indicated icon. I lit a candle. She whispered. Thought. She crossed herself. I thought about it again. Cried. She crossed herself again. And she left.

And a month later it appeared again:

"Girl, thank you. We left the baby. I didn't have the courage to have an abortion. It's okay, we'll feed you.

Another recent story. A young handsome husband met a young beautiful person, very greedy for the stronger sex. While the wife was pantyhose around the baby, trying to have time to do the housework - cook dinner, wipe the floor, walk the dog, clean up after the cat - the girl did not waste time. A standard situation, isn't it? But the method of seduction was refined and non-standard: not watching erotic films, but talking "about the high", "about the spiritual", cultural trips with someone else's husband not to taverns and parks of the northern capital, but to churches. The beauty took him to the Smolensk cemetery, and more than once or twice, and told him about Xenia, and hung the icon of Ksenyin on his chest with lily hands. Only the chanson did not last long. One fine day, my husband burst into the house, tore the icon from his chest, threw it into the toilet bowl in a big way and flushed the water: – he yelled, – ...!

He did not speak so tenderly about the saint, but about the girl. Although my wife did not understand "about high things", she did not really chirp "about spiritual things", but she immediately ran her hand into the toilet bowl up to her shoulder. I didn't even have time to think about how long it had been washed and whether it would be disgusting to crawl on the bottom with my fingers. And she did find a metal image. Fortunately, it was not aluminum, but a heavy one, probably copper, fell to the bottom, it was not washed away by water.

She pulled it out, washed it and began to ask Ksenia to forgive such a terrible insult. The saints are not vindictive, and the wife asked with all her might. I believe that the saint forgave her husband.

The beauty did not succeed in using Blessed Xenia to seduce someone else's husband. And Ksenia also saved him, did not allow him to turn left, to betray his beloved and loving family.

So do not ask Ksenia for intimacy with someone else's husband, revenge on the enemy, the dismissal of a nasty colleague. It won't do any good.

And you ask Ksenia for recovery for yourself and your loved ones, relatives and friends. Ask for a job to feed your family, lawful conjugal love, protection from the abuser, justice, and truth.

In the blockade winter of 1941, I had to be at the Smolensk cemetery. Much sorrow and much sorrow could be seen there. Passing by the chapel of Xenia the Blessed, I noticed how from time to time people shrouded up to their eyes approached her. They stand, pray, kiss the walls and put notes in the cracks. A blizzard wind blew the notes out of the cracks, and they rolled on the snow.

I picked up three of them. One of them read: "Dear Ksenya, arrange for me to get a working bread card for 250 grams. Manya." On the second note: "Dear Holy Xenyushka, pray to God that the Germans do not bomb our house on Malaya Posadskaya, 4. And that we do not die of starvation. Tanya, Vadik and Grandmother". On the third: "Dear Xenia, ask God to save my fiancé, the sailor Arkashka, so that he does not get blown up by a mine in the Gulf of Finland on his minesweeper. I wish you happiness in paradise. I kiss you tightly, Ksenyushka. Valentine. October 27, 1941."