Info of BOOKs inventory – by Vladimir Djambov Talmach

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BOOK Inventory Vladimir Djambov Talmach

 

BOOK Inventory of titles in English (and other languages) -

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St. Arsenius of Kerkyra

  

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those who are not possessed of a love for all humans and a desire to attract them to what is natural to their heart – such individuals are not, even when they claim to be Orthodox, truly Orthodox, since they are not, through the love that distinguishes true Christians, motivated by a desire to share what is not theirs alone. They do not belong to a different “school” than ecumenists. They are like them. They fail to understand the true source of Orthodox unity, which lies in love. 

 

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VD535	HISTORY’S RELIGIOUS AND PHILOSOPHICAL FUNDAMENTALS – Part I – Sections 1–7 – Lev Alexandrovich Tikhomirov [Author]; Vladimir Djambov [Translator, ongoing – do support]		eng	≈500 / B5
VD536	HISTORY’S RELIGIOUS AND PHILOSOPHICAL FUNDAMENTALS – Part II – Sections 8–10, Appendix – Lev Alexandrovich Tikhomirov [Author]; Vladimir Djambov [Translator, ongoing – do support]		eng	≈480 / B5
	Total for both titles (with an option to volunteer for co-editing)			Early access to not yet finished translation!

 

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VDbundle            VDbundle         VDbundle         VDbundle      VDbundle       VDbundle	Live [and learn] – do not yearn. Sayings of St. Ambrose of Optina –           Part I Rhymed letters              Part II Talks and Parables                Part III Instruction and Comfort –   St. Ambrose of Optina [Author]; Strygina T. [Compiler];  Vladimir Djambov [Translator]		eng	100 / B5 ($35,00)
	Rev. AMBROSE – Description of the Life of the Optina Elder Hiero-schema-monk Ambrose of Blessed Memory in Connection with the History of the Optina Desert Monastery and Its Eldership (1912) – Sergiy Chetverikov [Compiler]; Vladimir Djambov [Translator]		eng	333 /A4
	Collected Letters of the Optina Elder Ambrose –   St. Ambrose of Optina [Author]; Unknown [Optina Desert Monastery Compiler]; Vladimir Djambov [Translator]		eng	660 /A4
	Тропарь-Акафист-Молитвы преп. Амвросию Оптинскому		RUS	(priceless)
	Акафист преподобным старцам Оптинским – Unknown [Author];  Vladimir Djambov [Editor]		RUS	(priceless)
	Старец Амвросий. Праведник нашего времени – Евгений Поселянин [Author];  Vladimir Djambov [Editor]		RUS	271
VD357	Tips for Spouses and Parents – St. Ambrose of Optina [Author]; Vladimir Djambov [Translator]		eng	114
VD424	Elders and Soothsayers of the Optina Desert – Optina Elders Leo, Macarius, Moses, Anthony, Hilarion, Ambrose, Anatoly the Elder, Isaac I, Joseph, Barsanuphius, Anatoly the Younger, Nectarios, Nikon, and Isaac II [Author]; Vladimir Djambov [Translator]		eng	325
VD475	Optina Elders – Instructions. Teachings. Diaries – Optina Elders Leo, Macarius, Moses, Anthony, Hilarion, Ambrose, Anatoly the Elder, Isaac I, Joseph, Barsanuphius, Anatoly the Younger, Nectarios, Nikon, and Isaac II [Author]; Vladimir Djambov [Translator]		eng	579
	Total for 9 titles
E-480	ELDER AMBROSE. A Righteous Man of Our Time – Evgeny N. Poselyanin [Author]; Vladimir Djambov [Translator – do support]		eng	207
	Total for 9+1 titles

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The Red Clay Strays - Wondering Why (Lyrics)

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Prayer to St. Blessed Xenia of Petersburg

 

St. Bl. Xenia of Petersburg

Prayer to St. Blessed Xenia of Petersburg

O holy all-blessed Mother Xenia! Having lived under the protection of the Most High, having been guided and strengthened by the Mother of God, having endured hunger and thirst, cold and heat, reproach and persecution, you have received from God the gift of foresight and miracle-working and you rest under the shelter of the Almighty. The Holy Church now glorifies you as a fragrant blossom. Praying before your holy icon we ask you, as one who is alive and present with us: Do accept our petitions and bring them up to the Throne of the merciful Heavenly Father, as [one] having boldness before Him; Ask for eternal salvation for those who come running unto you, compassionate blessing for our good deeds and undertakings, and deliverance from all misfortunes and sorrows; Stand before our All-Merciful Savior with your holy supplications for us, unworthy and sinners. O holy and blessed Mother Xenia, help our children to receive illumination by the light of holy baptism and the seal of the gift of the Holy Spirit; [help] Raise our boys and girls in faith, honesty, instill fear of God and grant them success in their learning; Heal the sick and ailing; Send down love and concord upon families; Account monastics worthy to struggle in good deeds and protect them from reproach; Make our the pastors steadfast in the might of the Holy Spirit; preserve the Orthodox faithful and this earth in peace and tranquility; and Pray for those deprived of the Holy Mysteries of Christ at the hour of death. You are our hope and trust, speedily hearkening to us and delivering us, and unto you we give thanks and with you we do glorify the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

St. Bl. Xenia of Peterrsburg Church, Varna

Love, by Miryana Basheva /1947-2020/

Love, by Miryana Basheva /1947-2020/ 

Миряна Башева		Miryana Basheva
ЛЮБОВ		LOVE
Когато вече няма да те има във вид, така удобен за любов - ще отпечатат черното ти име на белия тържествен послеслов... Отдолу с едър шрифт ще се разпишат десетки равнодушни имена. Под тях (по-дребно) - и жена ти (бившата); под нея - и по-бившата жена; и тъй нататък... Седем-осем души (от най-долуподписаните там) ще седнат в клуба. Ще мълчат. Ще пушат. И ще поливат с вино пепелта. И някой, който те е мразил приживе, ще се кълне в любов към твоя прах. А някой, който и не те е виждал, ще викне: "Как, бе?! Вчера го видях!" И някой стар и предан съслужител на всички ще раздава черен креп... У вас ще плачат и ще варят жито. И само аз ще бъда още с теб. Ще бъда с теб! Сред тайнствения шепот на докторско-латински диалект. Край санитаря, който пуши в шепа и чака да докарат нов ковчег. За мене чакането свърши вчера. Затуй не чувам и не ме боли, когато тъй обичания череп пробиват с най-дебелите игли. Затуй не виждам нито тоя скалпел, под който кръв отдавна не шурти, ни тая ледено-студена талпа, която уж си - ти... Нима си ти?! Това си ТИ... Добре, де - нищо ново. И жив съм те целувала - студен! - Сега поне не си съвсем виновен; не знаеш ТИ какво ми е на МЕН - и слава богу! Аз дори се кръстя - от атавизъм, не че има бог... Уж коленича, а - стоя на пръсти, за да те стигна... Колко си висок! И както много, много много пъти - ДУША В ДУШАТА - те целувам пак... Изтръгват ме със сила от трупа ти. И чувам през мъгла от амоняк: "Ценим високо силните ви чувства. Но тук се искат нерви на стоик! И затова ви молим да напуснете - най-страшното тепърва предстои... Върви си! Чуваш ли! Тук аз нареждам! И без това съм доста угнетен... Ах - тоя - твоят!... Беше безнадежден. Вертебро-базиларен инцидент." "Аз, докторче, съм цялата - спокойствие. Но мога и да откача така, че цялото ти вертебрално войнство не може да те вдигне на крака! Познаваме се... хич не ме закачай; не ме плаши с най-страшните неща. Те вече минаха през мен. Така че - прави, каквото още имаш там..." Дали, че докторът е стар приятел (нали и той е малко некрофил) - но аз стоя отново до главата ти... (Като във български игрален филм.) И гледам как най-страшното се случва - разрязват те... при пълна тишина... (Това е вече филм на Бертолучи.) Костта е тънка - като на жена. (И кожата ти беше като костите! И вечно се раздираше - до кръв - от прекалена нежност; от недостиг на нежност... Е, не беше ли такъв?) А... Докторите вече те отвориха! Сега оголват мозъчния ствол... Като корона на огромен орех аз виждам сивото ти вещество! Аз виждам чудо, за което никой не можеше да ме предизвести... От тая крехка тъкан е пониквал безкраен космос... Е - това си ти! Безкраен космос. И безкрайно малък... Но той до молекула е побрал и звездния, и хорския наваляк; и корените в земните недра; безумието: "Вие или ние?!" - с кръвта, която тече и тече; надеждата в летящите чинии с невинното зелено човече; и тая вечна вяра - че сме вечни! - разгаряна в любовния екстаз на всичко живо - и живяло вече - и станало на прах... And all that jazz.		When there will be no more you in a form so convenient for love - they’ll print your black name of the white solemn afterword ... Beneath there will be – imprinted in large font dozens of indifferent names. Below them (smaller) - of your (ex) wife; below hers - and the ex-ex wife; and so on ... Seven or eight people (of the lowest printed there) will sit in the club. Be silent. Smoking. And pouring wine onto the ashes. And someone who hated you when living, will swear in love to your dust. While someone who has never seen you will shout: "How come?! I saw him yesterday!" And an old devoted co-worker will distribute black crepe to everyone ... They’ll cry and boil wheat at yours. And only I will be there still with you. I will be with you! Amid mysterious whisper of the doctor’s-Latin dialect. Near the paramedic smoking in his cupped hands and waiting for a new coffin to be brought. For me, the wait was over yesterday. That's why I hear nit and hurt not, when the so much beloved skull us pierced with the thickest of needles. That's why I see neither this scalpel, with no blood flowing underneath, or that ice-cold plank, that seemingly is you - you ... Is it you ?! This is YOU... Well OK, nothing new. Still alive I’ve kissed you - cold! - At least now you're not entirely guilty; YOU don't know what is wrong with ME - and thank God! I even put a cross sign - for atavism, not that there is god ... Seemingly I kneel down, while on tiptoes, to reach you ... How tall you are! And as many, many many times - SOUL IN THE SOUL – I’m kissing you again ... They're forcing me away from your body. And I hear through a mist of ammonia solution: "We appreciate your strong feelings. But stoic nerves are needed here! Therefore we ask you to leave - the worst is yet to come ... Go away! Do you hear! I order here! I'm already quite depressed ... Ah - this one - yours! ... He was hopeless. A vertebral-basilar incident. " "I, Doctor, am all - calm. But I can also go crazy like that, that your whole vertebral army can't lift you to your feet! We know each other ... don't tease me at all; don't scare me with the scariest things. They have already passed through me. So that - do what you still have there ... " Is that the doctor is an old friend (He's a bit of a necrophiliac, too) - but I stand by your head again ... (As in a Bulgarian feature film.) And I watch the worst happen - they cut you ... in complete silence ... (This is already a Bertolucci film.) The bone is thin - like a woman's. (And your skin was like bones! And he was torn forever - to the point of blood - from excessive tenderness; from shortage of tenderness ... Well, wasn't he like that?) Ah ... The doctors have already opened you! Now they are exposing the brain stem ... Like a crown on a huge walnut I see your gray matter! I see a miracle that no one he couldn't warn me ... It sprouted from this fragile tissue endless space ... Well - it's you! Infinite space. And infinitely small ... But he got to the molecule both the stellar and the human naval; and the roots in the bowels of the earth; madness: "You or us ?!" - with the blood that flows and flows; hope in the flying saucers with the innocent green man; and this eternal faith - that we are eternal! - inflamed in love ecstasy of all living things - and living already - and it became dust ... And all that jazz.