Hymn to Saint Andrei Markov

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Troparion of the Holy Flannel

O Saint Andrei Markov,
Blessed defender who shot from the left,
You whom Providence caused to appear in nineteen ninety-eight,
In the sixth round, the one hundred sixty-second chosen among mortals,
For the great joy of the Holy Flannel,
We acclaim you!

Remaining faithful for sixteen seasons,
In the League of the Just,
From two thousand until two thousand seventeen,
Without failing, without trembling,
An immovable pillar of the Tricolour.

Nine hundred ninety times you stepped upon the sacred ice of the Bell Centre,
And in this long march,
You mystically offered one hundred nineteen goals,
And four hundred fifty-three luminous assists,
For a total of five hundred seventy-two counted miracles.

A differential of plus sixty-four,
An incense of steadiness and mastery,
And even in the playoffs,
You added five goals and twenty-seven assists,
Lifting the people of the Holy Flannel in eighty-nine battles.

Kontakion — On Your Style and Its Virtue

O wise architect of the breakout,
Visionary of the power play,
You whose passes cut through the darkness
As a golden icon cleaves the shadow of the snow,
Receive our praise.

You bore heavy minutes
Without ever betraying your constancy,
Holy builder of victories
Through the elegance of your defensive mind
As much as through your offensive breath.

Ikos — On the End of Your Sublime Career of Fidelity

When the year two thousand seventeen arrived,
The hoped-for contract awaited you no more,
And in the dignity of the saints,
You returned to Orthodox lands, to Russia, to continue your path,
With Kazan and then Yaroslavl,
Before laying down your mystical pilgrim’s staff in two thousand twenty.

Your name remains sealed
In the heart of the Montréal people,
Not only for the numbers,
But for your loyalty,
Your abbot-like calm,
And the sacred elegance of your play.

Doxology — On Your Eternal Legacy

In the holy history of the Canadiens,
You sit among the greatest defenders,
And in the Temple of Bell,
In the year two thousand twenty-five,
Your honorary return is celebrated
As a liturgy of recognition.

O Saint Andrei Markov,
Protector of pure breakouts,
Silent guardian of the blue line,
Intercede for us before the Holy Flannel,
Today and in the seasons to come.
Amen.

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Troparion of the Holy Flannel O Saint Andrei Markov, Blessed defender who shot from the left, You whom Providence caused to appear in nineteen ninety-eight, In the sixth round, the one hundred sixty-second chosen among mortals, For the great joy of the Holy Flannel, We acclaim you! Remaining faithful for sixteen seasons, In the League of the Just, From two thousand until two thousand seventeen, Without failing, without trembling, An immovable pillar of the Tricolour. Nine hundred ninety times you stepped upon the sacred ice of the Bell Centre, And in this long march, You mystically offered one hundred nineteen goals, And four hundred fifty-three luminous assists, For a total of five hundred seventy-two counted miracles. A differential of plus sixty-four, An incense of steadiness and mastery, And even in the playoffs, You added five goals and twenty-seven assists, Lifting the people of the Holy Flannel in eighty-nine battles. Kontakion — On Your Style and Its Virtue O wise architect of the breakout, Visionary of the power play, You whose passes cut through the darkness As a golden icon cleaves the shadow of the snow, Receive our praise. You bore heavy minutes Without ever betraying your constancy, Holy builder of victories Through the elegance of your defensive mind As much as through your offensive breath. Ikos — On the End of Your Sublime Career of Fidelity When the year two thousand seventeen arrived, The hoped-for contract awaited you no more, And in the dignity of the saints, You returned to Orthodox lands, to Russia, to continue your path, With Kazan and then Yaroslavl, Before laying down your mystical pilgrim’s staff in two thousand twenty. Your name remains sealed In the heart of the Montréal people, Not only for the numbers, But for your loyalty, Your abbot-like calm, And the sacred elegance of your play. Doxology — On Your Eternal Legacy In the holy history of the Canadiens, You sit among the greatest defenders, And in the Temple of Bell, In the year two thousand twenty-five, Your honorary return is celebrated As a liturgy of recognition. O Saint Andrei Markov, Protector of pure breakouts, Silent guardian of the blue line, Intercede for us before the Holy Flannel, Today and in the seasons to come. Amen.

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