A Day in the Life of a Country Priest
Are you satisfied filled the news feeds images of bathers in the hole people? You all know about the history of the celebration of Baptism and can up to a year to say the date of the event? You are well done.
Then do not miss this story, there will not be out of the hole emerges persons will not be quotations from Wikipedia, and is a short story about a day in the life of an ordinary village priest. Of course, with pictures.
Each Baptism Epiphany church in the old village of Tver Semendiayeva celebrating his birthday. However, the last ninety years birthday celebration turned into a sad and it's not age (the temple for more than a quarter of the millennium), the point of uselessness and abandonment. The temple ceased to be a temple, and became a big brick building with a margin of safety for several decades without need of repair. People used this to their immediate need. That will put the hay to dry, the grain for the winter, and even the cattle milking in the rain zavedut. What good to disappear. Despite the strength of the structure dilapidated. Collapsed roof in the refectory, rotten domes, bell tower began to collapse. About six years ago, it became fashionable to go to all sorts of abandoned places. Crowds of photographers, "stalker", followed by exponentially looters and not knowing where to put his energy of young people rushed across the expanses of the vast in search of new objects. Those few panting churches that were still relatively intact and may even be closed, lost the last chance. That drags not looters, were smashed and burned.
But enough. This author's digression and does not claim to truth. The fact that semendyaevskogo temple had a chance to recover.
Father Sergius (secular Sergey Bezchasny) appeared in the village and a half years ago. It was then I accidentally met with a priest. Like many before me, and many after, I stopped to look at the church. And then the new icons are entered into the chapel ... I'm pretty calm attitude to religion, himself to any of them do not really have ranked. I was equally interesting to talk to and with the Christian priests and mullahs, and Buddhists. And talking to these wonderful people (I really met just such) it becomes unclear where in the world so many wars, hatred and impatience different perspective.
With the backing of experience in recovery of Kostroma Church in Debre (temple had not yet been restored, but last year it was restored bell tower and erected a cross) and leadership experience of the Orthodox community in the United States, my father made plans to rebuild semendyaevskogo temple and the creation of a local homestead museum .
So one and a half years, I took advantage of his hospitality, and came to the feast of Epiphany. Father Sergius was still plenty of new ideas, but he does not forget the old. The chapel altar is made, are Sundays and public service.
Things are going with the restoration of the temple. From next summer in the warmer months, the service will be held there. The district administration interested in the local manor and maybe soon it turned into a small museum of merchant life.
While the backstory told, it took place the evening service. Parishioners once or twice a handful, mostly older women. The swimming hole is not going to no one, and therefore water can sanctify and after the morning service.
But the time is not yet complete, still need to talk with the men for life, spend kultmassovuyu work. In general, as I understand, the priest lives a life similar to the military. It seems like you have a weekend or a night off, but you're still constantly on duty. Father Sergius is not acting as a mobile propaganda team, not impose their views, and is just trying to beat the notorious devastation in the minds of the locals. At the father's new idea - the revival of the village through agriculture. The idea is not original, but the locals are not ready for it.
They have a long head porridge. As organically combined in the red corner icon and pozaproshlogodnih tiger, and in the minds stirred resentment at the farm collapsed, the desire to get everything at once, and the unwillingness to make sufficient efforts for this.
- Well, out in the nearby village of Armenians opened a tent with pies. Brought sheep, pigs and make kebabs.
- What do you mean, sir! They know how much untwisted!
- So they do come from another country, and you sit at home and do not want to do anything!
Average statistical peasant economy is made up of a dozen chickens, a pair of pigs, a pair of three goats. Ducks and other rabbits to taste. Even cow in private households are now quite rare. The basic principle: "But where me so much? I have enough."
Father Sergius tries to reach out to the villagers. You just need to sit down and count. The cost of one egg about half a ruble (RUR food, the rest - these are the basic tools in the form of the cost of a chicken and a rooster, a hen house cost, electricity and transportation costs). Sell natural rustic egg can for five rubles. Total 3, 5 rubles with eggs. A laying hen produces 6-7 eggs per week. The difference in labor costs in feed ten or a hundred chickens are small, and the proceeds from the sale of eggs will be about ten thousand a month. For the village, with a salary of six thousand good earnings. And there it is possible to have sheep and rabbits or the same ...
Okay accounting, while counting the money in the village can, but modern farmers do not understand the potential in livestock. There is, for example, a clear idea of what needs to happen in the end. There must be some kind of a clear goal, than to live until October and November under the fill pig.
"Oh, thank you !! Life did not smell, and I whole summer, the whole summer! Morning mowing, milk yield in the evening, then a cow farrowing, the chickens flew, and then climbed a cherry, beet zakolosilas! "
The idea of Father Sergius is to create cooperatives. Not the classic "from each according to ability, to each according to his needs" and the union of small farms under the same guise. It seems Alex and Shukhrat not quite believe his luck.
passed Epiphany night, early in the morning it's time for service. Holiday leaves no spare time.
In the morning the parishioners, too little, about ten people. But once in semendyaevskom parish there were about a thousand people.
During the night a little warmed the chapel and the service ceased to resemble a collection of the first Christians.
Before the priests were valued for voice. Cities competed in someone's ass voice thicker and louder. It seems to me, the priest is not the main activities in carrying out services and talents of a few simple words to send a person's thoughts in the right direction.
Sanctified water diverges parishioners. It seems it's time to rest, eat breakfast, although it's time for dinner, but no. It's too early.
Semendiayeva stands on the river Zabno. Five hundred years ago, on its banks drove the Russian Poles. Then another Susanin as a guide ... Polish tourists are still bypass this direction side. Local Jordan, too, must sanctify.
On the street the wind and minus ten. Hands start to stiffen, and over the frozen river carried by prayer. It seems to be all for today.
"Come on, let's get ready! Then lunch, should go to the village! "
Around Semendiayeva heels quite small villages, we go to one of the most remote - Danilov. To her this year have cleaned the road in the field and now can drive there is not only the only Niva, but the people themselves can reach mobile shops in the nearby village.
Surprisingly, all living here do not experience the discomfort of separation from civilization. Here is the grandmother left was born somewhere in these places. I went to Moscow in 13 years and has lived all his life in the city. In a large nearby village Chernyshovka her father in the 50's bought a house. Here to retire and she came. The truth of the whole village there was one house. The woman next to her had come here with her husband, Tula gunsmiths, in search of peace and quiet. They like. In neat home is a red Niva, and over the yard flying the Russian tricolor. A third woman native of this village. That's almost the entire population.
In this small village with a population does not hold up to ten people, there are already two authority. And most real, thieves. They took me aside: "Do you know whose house is this? This Seva of the Tver home! You shoot, shoot! Here he came to Circle! Now I introduce you to one person ... "
I understand Seva he moved, and he died. Now live here two of his friends or something like that.
"Yes, there was a business ... This my then ..."
That's interesting, where in Russia such a love for the former inmates, Prison and life on the concepts?
Volodya yet fifty, spent 27 years. And in the face and did not say - kind-hearted man. Here, by the way, there is no red corner with icons, but there is a corner with a female portrait, terrier and the president. The taste and color of all the cockroaches are different.
Father Sergius consecrated water in the well, but then it turned out that the water from the well do not drink and dial it in a spring nearby. Sanctified and spring. Finally, three hundred grams of holy water is poured on Lesha personally, not to drink. Although there is probably necessary to conduct a personal exorcism procedure :)
All of the cases to date are made, but the father in a hurry. We still bring the feed at the farm, buy the products and give directions. And then time for the family, as a holiday.
Here's a story of a village priest. In addition to the museum, and part-time farms, he wants to do in the nearby deserted village of something like an inn for travelers. Indeed, for all the way from Dmitrov to Uglich there is not something that a normal hotel, but also a more or less decent toilet. Carried out in the street Father Sergius quote his namesake - St. Sergius of Radonezh. Literally do not give, but the point before. God breathed into man's soul with faith. If a person has faith disappears, he again turn into an animal.