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The Kalozhitsy Holy Well
The Kalozhitsy Holy Well
The Kalozhitsy Holy Well
The Kalozhitsy Holy Well
The Kalozhitsy Holy Well
The Kalozhitsy Holy Well
The Kalozhitsy Holy Well
The Kalozhitsy Holy Well
The Kalozhitsy Holy Well
The Kalozhitsy Holy Well
The Kalozhitsy Holy Well
The Kalozhitsy Holy Well
The Kalozhitsy Holy Well

The Kalozhitsy Holy Well

We didn’t make it here on the first try—once we took the wrong road, another time we arrived too late, and then deep snow got in the way.

A few kilometers through truly primeval, dense forest and an old log causeway lead to a small but very curious boggy clearing.

Long ago, in this unusual place, the Mother of God appeared to a shepherd with the infant Christ, leaving a footprint on a stone. Since then, the spot—with its old birch, footprint stone, and spring—has been considered sacred. Estonian Lutherans lived here at the time; most likely it was they who built a chapel over the spring, and on August 15, on the Dormition of the Mother of God according to the old style, they performed a water blessing. But times changed: the Bolsheviks destroyed the little chapel, and before the war the Estonians were resettled; their farmsteads vanished, and the area fell silent and empty.

Now, where the cult building once stood, above the spring, there is a small log frame, which, to our eyes, gives this clearing a fleeting resemblance to a set from the macabre horror film Sauna.

We never saw the footprint stone itself: in winter it was under snow, and in late autumn some enthusiasts set up a white cross over it, covering the top with remnants of a church foundation.

A small detail: there is dead silence here—there isn’t even the usual little flock of chattering birds that were singing loudly just a few hundred meters away, beyond a small stream, before the log causeway began. There is a feeling of wildness, of emptiness, and of something else—indescribable, magical, a little eerie, otherworldly. Here it is easy enough to believe in an encounter with the Mother of God, or with some other figure of folk religion—some Friday-Saint or Mokosh.

There is, in general, not much else to say about the sacred complex in Kalozhitsy, but we state firmly: by atmosphere alone, it ranks very high among the mystical places we have managed to visit.

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