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Silvester (also spelled sylvester, szilveszter, or sylwester) is the day of the Feast of Pope Sylvester I, a saint who served as Pope of the Catholic Church from 314 to 335 and oversaw both the First Council of Nicaea and Roman Emperor Constantine I's conversion to Christianity. The feast day is held on the anniversary of Sylvester's death, 31 December, a date that, since the adoption of the Gregorian calendar, has coincided with New Year's Eve. Eastern Orthodox Churches celebrate Sylvester's feast day on 2 January.
Usage examples of "silvester".
Please, Silvester, honor your vow of friendship from the time I stopped that German knight from running you through.
Hugh and Silvester, obviously not recognizing nobility, or perhaps he believed himself their equal.
Hugh and Silvester joined the king and his intimates, his servants and retainers for dinner.
I stopped at Lincoln on the journey here, my Lord Silvester remembered the forgotten traveling trunk in the undercroft and decided to bring it to you.
Chapter 24 when Silvester is ordered away from court to stand guard at Lincoln Castle.
She tucked the thick piece of cloth in the basket around Silvester and buttoned the top button of her overcoat.
Lifting Silvester out of the basket lined with an old nightdress, she sat at the small linoleum-covered table and began to stroke his neck.
He grabbed Silvester and lifted his shoulders several inches off the ground.
Sherry commented, walking to Silvester and lightly slapping his cheeks.
Goldman, Silvester, and the third Mole, a thin man dressed in clean clothes, a brown shirt, and blue pants and carrying a black-leather bag similar to the type used by the Family Healers.
Goldman led their column, followed by Watson, Silvester, Sherry, and himself.
Draping a tarpaulin over Silvester, Maccoby and Geneva guided the tree-man out to the waiting truck.
It did not take Silvester long to discover that all his previous appreciation of the estate had amounted to little more than an exercise in nostalgia.
Since he was much shorter than any tree of equivalent girth, Silvester wondered whether eventually he would grow as tall as the best of them and so become a walking giant: a giant far greater than Geneva, whose footfalls shook the world, whose steps pressed holes into the meadows.
Pleased by this image, Silvester had stomped out through the portico and lurched down the single step on to turf and soil.