The church was full of that quiet, familiar Pascha feeling—candles in people’s hands, lilies around the tomb, tired kids, steady singing from the choir, and everyone waiting for the words we come for every year: Christ is Risen! Truly He is Risen!
After the service, Father Artemiy blessed the paschas, eggs, and festive foods that families brought after the long Lent. That part always feels special: everyone standing with their baskets, smiling, greeting each other, and slowly shifting from prayer into celebration.
The night ended with a трапеза, shared food, conversation, and that warm early-morning feeling when nobody is quite awake anymore, but nobody wants to leave too quickly either. Simple, joyful, and deeply ours.
Christ is Risen!
