Her father, Nikolay, was a singer and composer, a creator of the first Russian male quartet to perform liturgical chants.

:" As regards the Moscow Patriarchate and its hierarchs, then, so long as they continue in close, active and benevolent cooperation with the Soviet Government, which openly professes its complete godlessness and strives to implant atheism in the entire Russian nation, then the Church Abroad, maintaining Her purity, must not have any canonical, liturgical or even simply external communion with them whatsoever, leaving each one of them at the same time to the final judgment of the Council ( Sobor ) of the future free Russian Church.

Her feast day, December 16, is still kept in many German dioceses.

Her feast day, at the time, was not included in the Roman Calendar.

Her feast day is 17 September.

Her feast day is celebrated on the Roman Catholic calendar of saints on 16 October.

Her feast day on July 15 is perhaps the biggest social event in the city.

Her conclusion was that the evidence testified to an ancient Celtic festival on 1 August that involved the following: solemn cutting of the first of the corn of which an offering would be made to the deity by bringing it up to a high place and burying it ; a meal of the new food and of bilberries of which everyone must partake ; a sacrifice of a sacred bull, a feast of its flesh, with some ceremony involving its hide, and its replacement by a young bull ; a ritual dance-play perhaps telling of a struggle for a goddess and a ritual fight ; an installation of a head on top of the hill and a triumphing over it by an actor impersonating Lugh ; another play representing the confinement by Lugh of the monster blight or famine ; a three-day celebration presided over by the brilliant young god or his human representative.

Her principal symbol is the spiked wheel, which has become known as the Catherine wheel, and her feast day is celebrated on 25 November by most Christian churches.

Her feast day is celebrated on 23 July, the day of her death.

Her feast was not in the Tridentine Calendar, but was later inserted in the Roman Catholic calendar of saints in 1623 for celebration on 7 October, the day she was canonized by Pope Boniface IX in the year 1391.

Her feast day is February 2.

Her feast is celebrated June 15.

Her feast day as a saint of the Orthodox Christian Church is celebrated with her son on 21 May, the " Feast of the Holy Great Sovereigns Constantine and Helen, Equal to the Apostles.

Her feast day in the West is 13 December ; with a name derived from Lux, Lucis meaning " Light ", as she is the patron saint of those who are blind.

Her feast day is celebrated as a memorial in the dioceses of the United States on the 4 January.

" Her " rosy little head " may also be a sly reference to the hymen ; Porphyria leaves a " gay feast " and comes in from the outside world wearing " soiled gloves " ( Porphyria may well be a gardener with obvious links to the rose theme ); now her blue eyes, open in death, are " without a stain.

Her feast day is the 1st February, celebrated as St Brigid ’ s Day or Imbolc in Gaelic Ireland, one of the four quarter days of the pagan year, which marked the beginning of spring, lambing, and lactation in cattle.

Her feast day, as in the West, is February 1, although churches following the Julian calendar ( as in many Orthodox countries ) celebrate her feast on 14 February, the corresponding date on the Julian calendar.

Her feast is celebrated on 14 January.

Her feast day is the 19 July.

Her feast day is February 11.

Her feast day was the feast of Imbolc, and the cross made of rushes today is very likely the descendant of a pagan symbol whose original meaning may have been locally understood even into the early 20th century in rural Ireland.

Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.

Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.

Her thick hair was the color and texture of charcoal.

Her laugh was hard.

Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.

Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.

Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.

( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.

Her mother was a good manager and established a millinery business in Milwaukee.

Her name was Esther Peter.

Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.

Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.

Her action was involuntary.

Her name was Mollie.

Her speech was barren of southernisms ; ;

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.

Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.