I lived in a monastery (part 3)
Like yesterday, at 6:00 we went to the man-Service. I went in, woke up, left. This time awake very difficult. I slept badly.
I went outside. Heat. There is no wind. I hear the birds chirping and the "Morning Dawn" rooster farm. I went to the temple to seek abbot. The icon of the shop bustles Valery, learned from him that the abbot is still in the city and will be somewhere in the afternoon. I looked schedule - my whole day is necessary to help on the farm. A little disappointed, because the plans were to do their business.
He went to the temple. As usual dark. Several monks in their black robes, sitting on chairs waiting for the start of service. That captain arrived. I stood in the far corner, pulled out his rosary, pulls them and mutters something under his breath.
The service began on schedule at 6:30 in the temple poured all the same chanting. In the service before the end I decided not to stay. At 7:10 I decided to leave to shoot cooking breakfast.
In the refectory today Andrey duty.
Trudnik Vitaly assistants. I did a bit of training.
General shots of "kitchen".
Decided to try his luck in the service, there may be something I can still shoot. He entered the temple just at the time when the captain read aloud. I made a couple of shots. I sat down on the bench. Waiting for the end of service.
On the farm I decided to work a maximum of an hour and then break his obedience and to do his work.
At 7:40 my stomach gave a warning in the form of a loud "boo-boo-boo." It is time to have breakfast and. Soon stomach rumbling rumbling merged with prayers.
The service is over. Hurried breakfast. 8:30 on the clock.
Tomorrow morning back home. I plan on the morning ferry. I'd like to have time to capture the city at the first rays of the sun. Still no abbot. And if he's not come back ?! What then ?! I really need it, you need his blessing for that I could shoot the monks' cells, visit prosfornoyu, on the altar of opportunities to do well, and with him a few shots. In the meantime, I go to the farm to fulfill its mandate. On the way back phone vibrated. There was a connection! To celebrate, I sent several SMS, call and answer a couple of letters.
On the farm I met Andrew. He said again sweep the yard.
In passing, Basil helped carry the heavy cans of milk to the porter's lodge. He returned to his work. Aside Andrew kneads brew for livestock.
Someone is busy with the cows. Tomorrow will come a journalist will be interviewing the monastery. So together we are back to the city leave. Almost a third of the farm already swept. It's time to get down to its direct work - collecting material.
The first step towards the most talkative inhabitants of the monastery - his father Valery. He was reading a book in the icon shop. Willingly agreed to give a comment. Father Valery acolyte at a temple. live for about a year, he performs the duties of the church in the monastery shopkeeper. Novice Valery - 51 year. Never in my life have interviewed people, so asked only the questions that interested me particularly. I could not understand why people give their lives to leave a comfortable civilized society and go to the monastery.
"People go to the monastery for several reasons. The best and most worthy cause - is of course the love of God. Undivided quest for the living God and all his strength, all his zeal, all their labors to devote to him alone. To give him all my heart that it was in the Lord always. There is another reason, this reason - repentance. This man, when exhausted all its vital resources that he had in the world. Exhausted, he squandered the wealth of your mind, those talents that God gave him, he squandered them. Remained, as they say, naked soul was left bare, the soul remains hungry soul remained nesogretoy. Then, coming to himself, a person repents and is looking for such ways of repentance, which is more that repentance is the most promoted and tobogganing, comfortable, best location, the most convenient way. Pass it the path of repentance, purification of the way, the way of salvation "- responded to my question, Valery -" Well, for me the monastery - it is the house of God, is the home of the Blessed Virgin Mary, is my calling. "
On and finished. Next, I had to go to the pasture, to make a few shots of the shepherd with cows. Go close to the local cemetery. Stepping outside of the monastery, felt the kind of freedom, even breathing was a little easier. When he reached the shoreline, away he saw the outlines of foggy city. Vladivostok. On top of the phone appeared 3G internet. I was able to download a couple of instagramok answer all emails and posts in social networks.
With the player in your ears, slowly walked through the cemetery to the pasture. Neutral grassland, meadow cows lie, counted about 10 goals.
A shepherd in a green military suit. From the receiver quietly playing spiritual music. In the role of the shepherd trudnik Valery made today.
I took a few shots. A call from work. Long negotiations led to the fact that without knowing it, came to the monastery, forgetting to take Valery interview.
Going to the monastery, he has noticed how my father Spiridon tinkering with the truck ZIL. He did not mind that I photographed him.
I made some good shots, and asked how it be a monk, what responsibilities fall on his shoulders as distributed obedience.
"The monastic way of life - a renunciation of the world. It is the fulfillment of God's commandments, but above all - their vows, the monastic. Vows - a vow of obedience, lunch celibacy, renunciation of the world. From a man of peace left to stick with God, he did not interfere. Work in the convent is distributed so that each had some their obedience. Cook prepares all. The barnyard work. Ruholny things receives and distributes, wash, iron, too, at all. It turns out everyone does their job, but all of this work of each, it is included in the total obedience to the organization and the life of prayer in a monastery. But above all it saved. The goal is to save the monastic prayer itself and the world. And above all, the salvation of his soul. As the proverb Russian said: "Every man for himself, you will be saved over a thousand." Life according to the commandments of God far from the world. The purpose of the monk to connect with God in this world and the future "- ended his father Spiridon thought that compared the monastic life with the life of a soldier. Heavy daily work to ensure the life of the monastery as a whole.
After graduating with questions, he decided to climb onto the roof of a building under construction. Maybe it will open with a good view of the monastery. At the construction site work Uzbeks, shoot them not.
The building is planned to place a garage, utility room, refectory, Sunday school, cell, and so on. D.
After went to the farm, you need to know about the number of cattle on the farm. At the same time I asked a few questions.
Trudnik Andrew. 26 years. In six months the monastery. I asked just one question: "What is the purpose of joining a monastery?". I replied slowly and uncertainly, probably embarrassed. I do not know. Well, the purpose of search called domestic habits, awareness of life, more vootserkvitsya, compare yourself with people who have undergone a spiritual path, and on their background to see its contrast. For the monastic life is not yet ready, eyeing.
Our conversation interrupted by the ringing of the bells - lunch. Welcome dinner. So fast I did not even go on the temple grounds. At lunch today, a vegetable soup, lasagne, mushrooms and lettuce. Tea or compote to choose from.
Prayer before meals.
After lunch, I went to his cell to decipher everything that could burn. It is necessary to wait for the abbot.
After completion of the work decided to test the presence of the father Piterima the apiary. This time I was lucky.
Monk studied bees, hive prepares to feed the bees.
At the same time asked him to build a new building on the monastery grounds. According Piterima Abbot plans to deploy a Sunday school, dining halls, garages, warehouse, as well as a few cells for monks.
Further, we are talking about the most apiary. At the moment, the farm has 44 beehive.
I asked to help me. Dressed in a white robe, a head fastened with a special panamku grid. The work was easy, just needed to separate the part of the hive and put them on the ground. To do so it was necessary to very carefully, t. To. Bees do not like the sound of knocking. There were no casualties.
Then went to help prepare the syrup to bees. In the can is filled with two pails of water, then poured all sugar in a ratio of 2 to 1 (2 kg of sugar in 1 L of water).
After that very carefully mixed. Formed a normal sugar syrup, a little thick. Bees love sweets. Then, the syrup is poured into the pot and supplied to the feeding trough. That's all.
The last task was very simple, to help make the plywood with wax. Vladimir prepares it for the manufacture of candles.
All the time running the service. Then welcome dinner. Much want to eat. The service itself was delayed for 30 minutes. Hence late dinner. Once eaten, the traditional rules. After the rules failed to agree with the rector about tomorrow's interview, at the same time informed about my tomorrow County. Unfortunately, cell shoot I was not allowed. They said that I and so many things that a simple layman will not see. Now, free time, and as usual the retreat.
I took a few shots of the library.
Tomorrow at exactly 6am rise to 9 need to stomp on the ferry to meet the journalist. Half an hour somewhere to stay, to wait for the end of service, in order to interview the rector. And yet ... It will be possible to all say goodbye and go to the mainland. The first thing I shall come to the editor, and then in a bar and later have to pay a fine for a loan to pay another loan ... In general, do the usual worldly affairs ... to once again plunge into the world of hustle and bustle, the problems of urban traffic ... But this is my world, my element. I feel comfortable to live in this city. Although in the monastery is not so bad. That's no problem at all. Is obedience, you carry it out. All strictly on time. Free time there is little, there is always work. It made me a little indulgence, t. To. The visit I was working. Well, in this description of the third day I finish. Tomorrow is a new day. New impressions. Home tomorrow.