I lived in a monastery (part 2)
Precisely at 6 am in our cell I went to people and prayer all lined up ... wake up sink.
The street was played bad weather, the rain and strong winds. I would not want today obediences in the street.
After washing, I went to the toilet. He was in the street, 50 meters from the temple. Wooden, but very well done. And two entrances ... M and M, except that they are indicated by triangles. And for some reason I forgot which one is correct. That is not the task of the railway a ...
After yesterday's scraping the floor in the temple aching fingers.
Service began exactly at 6:30. The church is dark, no light. Only a slight swaying of the candle flame, but the overcast sky in the window.
The monks are on the right side of the temple facing the altar, behind-workers. monotonous reading prayers flowing through the room. To my right is worth the guy in uniform, Captain (judging by the shoulder straps). Tugging nervously beads, muttered something under his breath.
During the service, the monks periodically take off their hats, and later dressed and so on ad infinitum ... Then all lined up to pay homage to the great icon of St. Seraphim. We stand in pairs, though I did not have a pair. Suitable double-cross themselves and kiss the icon, waste, icon of the bow, bow to each other and the next couple ... I've done everything the same ... But that's just my nod went to an empty space, well, nothing. Then all go to the monk leading the service, kissed the crucifix, hand and back to their original locations. After this action, the military stood behind reading ... at 7:10 he was replaced by a monk. Tired to stand, boring. All the same monotonous burachnie singing. So monks and were followed until the end of service. At 7:25 they began in a semicircle. Sang.
The service ended at 8:20. All hurried breakfast. In the menu, pea soup and tea.
After everyone went to the bulletin board, where painted obedience for the whole day for everyone who lives in the monastery. I'm coming with my father Avrosiem some earthworks. In this list, I have identified as A. Journalist.
I decided to go into the cell for more warm clothing if working the land, make sure the street. In the rain and wind. No luck of course.
Entrance to our cell on the back side of the house.
Next, come up against here in a steep staircase
Then another, smaller ...
In a small door had prolazili
The traditional bow in the mirror
at 9:05 am I finally found Ambrose's father and gave obedience. I will have a real soldier's work, it is necessary from one pile to another shift bricks. The work is done quickly and at the same time warmed up. Free time. Suddenly there was a connection, and it is very good. The phone began to vibrate at a furious pace, get letters to mail, sms, messages in social networks ... I can open and read, but to answer - did not have enough of the relics.
For 40 minutes I stand at these bricks. About me, probably forgotten. In order not to be bored, I go in circles, singing songs Shevchuk. We can not, and what to do ?!
Finally I came up, looked at me the work done and said a couple of rows of bricks to pass. After completion I will have to remove the debris from the pit, and stones to prop up the fence.
With the work council. Rain intensified, had to hide under a tree. Boring. I decided to pass the time going to the temple with the inspection. I wondered how it fared fish following my intervention yesterday ?! To my surprise, none of the fish not died.
In the sky the sun shone through, I think for dinner cleared up. I checked the availability of WiFi in the church - it is not. Silly, but you never know ... I am very sorry that I did not take a small coffer under the photo equipment. All lenses have to shove in my pockets. Two monks accepted the fact that I captured them. Already good! But I will remove them later.
I decided to walk around the monastery. He went into the lodge. Inside always on duty monk. It serves as a checkpoint, also sell it with milk and honey, make candles at night. Change 12 hours.
Hotel for pilgrims.
The church, cells, refectory, icon shop, library ...
The water in the monastery of his own, from the well.
When I called the father of Ambrose, you will need to drive the truck in place. After free time. I decided to climb into the cell and continue to decipher his notes.
The bell tower is in the range markers.
cells of monks
13:00. Bell Tolls. It's time stamp for lunch. Before the beginning of the meal as usual prayer. At this time we decided to eat very tight. Reader again expounds the wisdom of the book out loud. Reads and crying.
After dinner, she filmed by Valery's father. He readily agreed to a photo shoot.
also managed to take a picture of his father Simeon and that of the captain. As a father, Valery told me the captain - a novice in the temple. It helps to services.
Then I was sent to help on the farm. At the gate, barking at me watchdog. Has entered. The farm was empty. I took a few shots.
I decided to look the other staff member, in order to photograph them at work. First caught the eye of Alexander. He was engaged in car repairs.
But Maxim. He's what I have to help with the farm. He refused to be photographed. Finding himself on the farm met Andrew. He also trudnik. for six months living at the monastery. He wants to leave the monkhood, but still not completely sure. He agreed to show me the whole farm.
At first took me to the biggest building, where they hold cows, make cheese, home to the caretaker for the farm.
The first thing went to his cell. It is in this small room and looking on duty. Shift change once a week.
Then I was taken to the cooking. Here are made cottage cheese, milk and eggs are stored. In the next room pomyvochnaya. Everything is clear.
The cows on the farm was not there, they took away the pasture, which is located about 2 km from the monastery. The cows are milked twice a day, at 20 pm and 4 am.
Then they showed me the mill, where threshing oats. Near a large pot, similar to oven-burzhujku. In it "haunting" ground oats. Then it fed the cattle.
They passed a huge pile of manure. In the spring of his willing to buy local fertilizer.
Behind the fence hayloft. Slightly above - the former pasture where grazing cows, horses. Currently abandoned, t. To. The short-handed.
According to Andrew before, in the early 2000s, the monastery was full of monks and staff member, but every year the turnover grew more and more. Hands are sorely lacking.
at 14:35 us on the farm looked Ambrose's father. He gave me a shovel. I will dig in the very pit. It turns out the bricks I shifted in order to be able to drive as close as possible to the ground dump truck. The street is very cold, the sun appeared like and disappeared. Father Ambrose sat in a small tractor and started to load land mikrogruzovik. He has a funny mustache, like Budyonny. It is a pity he did not want to be photographed.
Suddenly appeared online. I was able to send an important letter and a couple of VKontakte messages. On a large network is not enough. Again missing link. And here is the father of Ambrose truck leases back to the pit. Earth to get enough sleep. It remains only to raze everything to the ground ... leveled the land with the land ...
Heavy this work, waving a shovel, sprinkling the ground from the pile into the pit. The last time was doing so in early childhood in the garden. I try to work without interruption. In the hands swollen blisters. Keep a shovel was impossible to hurt. After 15 minutes, I poured the whole bunch. Only here the hole and did not fall asleep. We need more land. Father Ambrose brought more land. At this time it is more than enough. Even slight swelling remained in this place, I think, after the first good rain prosyadet soil and everything will be fine.
When I was sent back to the farm, this time to help Andrew. Before this one made a nice call on the mainland. A bit disappointed. There are going to have fun and drink a martini, and I ... Oh ... There was a slight feeling of hunger.
Went to the farm, as usual, the evil dog barked.
Vadim washes containers for dairy products.
Andrew went out and gave me the obedience of revenge yard. Very hard to sweep oat grass, but there's no hurry.
I heard the sound of bells. Without thinking, he took the camera and ran to the bell tower. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw there Valeria's father. I took a few shots with his participation.
Once again began to harvest the farm. After the work I was given time to rest. Without thinking twice, I went to his cell. You need to append the text, to charge the battery on the camera. How nice after a hard work fall on the bed. I decided to break another rule - pulled from a backpack player. Oooh, music ... You're beautiful. A great music even better. So for the laptop and went to sleep.
I was awakened at 17:52. I slept as much as half an hour. You have to go to work.
In the temple as usual dark. Immediately issued two notebook with names.
It is necessary to read them again.
have the courage to make some shots services. Quietly, quietly.
Tomorrow I think to take the day off and come to grips with photography. Frames are sorely lacking. Many thanks to my father Valery, he helps me in every possible way to collect photographic material. He almost makes the monks to pose for me. Without it, I would have failed. Many of them were categorically against this.
staff member George reads in the temple on the bench book.
19:20 began to read the rules. I do not know yet what it is. If you do not forget, tomorrow I will try to learn more about everything.
During the service, I was approached by Father Vitaly. Asked to take a picture of the old monastery monk Agafangel father, he was already in '84. In the monastery for more than 10 years. Please sounded pretty scary, "Alexander, could you take a picture of our elders? Perhaps this will be his last picture. And it is desirable to remove it so that in the future this image could be used at the funeral. " This was said with such ease, as if we are talking about simple things.
After the service had a small photography. We lined up on the porch Father Vitaly, father Spiridon and Agafangel father.
Then the father Vitaly took me to the concierge, on duty there father Safronov. He is only 70. The population of about 11 years in the monastery.
Then he stopped Vitali father Vladimir's father, he rufelny (the one who gives the clothes). He is 44, lives in a monastery just 4 years.
Vladimir in rufelnoy.
After went to the cell. It is necessary to prepare the material for today. To us, and Father Vladimir told about the next storm warning looked. Today, the monastery with the abbot returned to the city, the father of Clement. Father Valery will ask him about general photography and how to show me some monastic cells. You will also need to meet with him in order to discuss the output of tomorrow.
Some more photos ...
Monastic life is not as easy as I thought in the beginning ... It's a tough daily work.
has a small fleet of vehicles in the monastery
The monastery kote
Many thanks to Valeria novice (I referred to as "confused the names," and call him Vitaly) ... I thank him for his help in taking pictures of the monks
A small view from the lodge.
To be continued...