I lived in a monastery
I do not know where, but I had a wild desire to live "monastic" life. To live in the monastery according to the rules. I have not read about the monastic life, I did not watch any video. I do not know why, maybe for more extreme ?! Perhaps the "stand" of the unknown is not so bad, this is a kind of thrill.
It all started with the fact that I called the press service of the Vladivostok diocese. I've got a working acquaintance with PTRa. Not so long ago he was a speaker at the seaside television, well, and now he has hit in the spiritual life. Sergey phoned rector of St. Seraphim of Sarov monastery, located on about. Russian. I arranged that I would do the picture story about the monastery of monastic life. It remains only for me personally to phone his father Clement (abbot). Immediately and rang the bell. We agreed that I was coming. At work, I take a week off for the occasion.
The last day in the world. Charges of things ... As a backpack decided to take their own, have not used, LowePro ProTrekker 600 - the largest bag in the series. And Photography yet decided on the Canon 5D Mark III, Canon 17-40 4L, 15 2.8, 50 2.0 1.2L and 135. To capture an image of the sky staffed. All the same, Russian island is not so heavily soiled light. A pair of pads, in case you are asked to hand over the phone. Replacement underwear, shirts, shirts, socks, spare pants. Tops have to be long-sleeved. Bright colors, labels are not held in high esteem. Better something monotonous. In general, things are complicated, all devices are powered, charging folded ...
Tomorrow to get up early on the ferry ...
Alarm clock rang at 6:30 am. The ferry leaves at 8-20, but knowing the work Monday, knowing these urban congestion, decided to leave early ... And dawn found would not be so bad.
Before leaving decided to leave the tripod at home, instead take your laptop. He can still come in handy. In the evening, after all the cases, I plan to write longer texts, and the phone is not very convenient.
All business, it's time to put on shoes ... When, suddenly jumped on me a certain sense of fear of the unknown. Still, not summer camp food. 5 days of uncertainty. 5 days sacrament. 5 days knows what ... But I think everything will be fine.
Against their rules took player. Still, to get to the monastery gate, need music. Until Friday to sit without his usual music ... It will be hard. But I think the handle.
Usually, when I collect big bags, I use the rule - 50% of things left. This time decided not to do so. I do not know why ... but the backpack was just unsupportable ...
7: 48 ... Eliminated in marine coastal station messages. The street is very nice sunny weather. There is no wind. The sky is clear.
The sea is calm, the sun gives it a magical golden hue. The player plays relaxing music, though, that makes me very calmly gets. All the same, there is some anxiety. Many thoughts spinning in my head, no one can not catch and put in order, vinaigrette of some kind.
in the machine decided to buy two cans of Pepsi. I drank one, two hid in a backpack. I drink on Friday, when I will sit on the ferry. I love soda, so the pancake ...
8: 10 ... I'm on the ferry. Apparel has not raised, there is still one last chance to tell myself not to give in to his feelings of fear and just go ... go home ... But then ramp up and all ... "Bridges burned" ... It sounds harsh, but when the ferry began to move away slowly, it became a little bit easier…
The ferry slowly cuts through the water surface. Calm. City wakes up, recovering after a night's sleep. All slow and serene, except the Russian flag, which is developing wildly on the steeple tower.
City on and on ... The Island is getting closer and closer ... And Vladivostok is covered by a dense fog, morning mist. Distinguishable only the silhouettes of tall buildings and the tower, everything else mixed up in a monotonous gray mass.
All this urban bustle, the city traffic jams, queues in supermarkets, overcrowded buses, congested streets, restaurants, fast food ... All this is saying goodbye to me ... All it takes, not forever, but leaves.
What is waiting for me on the Russian island, I do not know. Heavy daily work ?! Early awakening ?! Early going to bed ?! Morning, afternoon and evening prayers, I do not know and do not understand ?! Closed territory ?! Strict rules and requirements ?! Where am I going to sleep ?! Alone or with someone else ?! Neither one is a question I can not answer, even if I wanted. But the answer, I think, do not make me wait. It will be very soon ...
Once flashed the thought that it would be necessary to leave all the electronics at home ... Phone, Player, photographic equipment, tape recorder, laptop ... Leave that from all this to rest ... Just relax from civilization ... From the things that make think about it . And without them I would think about these things ... It's better to them, and take pictures of what it is necessary, where it is necessary to record. And of course you need to be always connected - you never know what ?! But it would be enough a simple notepad with a pen and a small soap dish, but no! Quality is not the time ... And not ... People are not the same ... I do not ... We pass the channel. Just a week ago, I took him to the crowd armed to the teeth airsoft ... And now ...
And here he is ... Russian island.
9: 05 ... Aparel sank slowly ... I went to the bottom.
to the monastery to walk for about 10 minutes, no more ... But for some reason I have spent on this way much longer ... It was leisurely, and a bypass road, although it was possible to cut the ... Looks like the subconscious plays with me.
That it has become evident. Green fence, hiding from prying eyes the whole life of this place. Buildings, farm buildings ...
So he fence ... And here is the gate, gate ... stand under it for about a minute, he came in. Gate closed ... All ... The last step is made. Way back no more.
I am in the monastery. At the gate I met a bearded old man, dressed in a black robe. I asked him about the whereabouts of. Clement. He said that now there is a morning service, you need to wait. He sat on the white bench under some tree. Heat, green, good. A little soaked feet from the morning dew, but nothing ... Behind me is constructed any building. The whole neighborhood heard hammering and the shouts of workers, they do the roof. And yet there was something terrible, even more correct to say terrifying: as soon as I cross the threshold of the monastery, so immediately disappeared 3G on my phone after a few seconds, the evil shaped as letters E also disappeared, thereby notifying me of the impossibility of access to the Internet. But the complete disappearance of the network at all discouraged me ... How so ?! Now that's a real disaster! Now the phone is useless, oh, that Rostelecom could and put a Russian tower. But now, to my surprise, there were some antennas. I instantly scribbled SMSku ... only managed to send as the connection was lost again. Strange. Communication and walks ... appears - disappears. Able to read posts VKontakte, but the answer did ... bukovki E does not give such privileges ... but 3G does not plow.
I starting to regret that no breakfast. Stomach food requests.
From the moment of my stay at the monastery made only a single shot - a plaque with the rules of conduct during his stay in this place. Without permission will not be removed.
On the left of the place where I sit - the apiary. It currently employs two people in white suits. To my left a monk in a cassock carrying water in a bucket. Behind someone working with the hammer. Top birds sing, noisy foliage.
Still I am waiting for the abbot. Clement's father promised to call me as soon as the end of service. I still wonder how he calls me, if I do not have a cellular connection ?! Therefore, to view the camera hung around his neck. He sat on the bench closest to the temple, perhaps because notice learns. To my left on the bench lay a man aged, it faded jeans, a relatively new running shoes and blue striped jacket. He placed a hand under his head, rolled over on his side and fell asleep ... Suddenly, there was a tie for me. The first thing written a couple of SMS and made a short call. He reported a problem with the network. It became a little calmer and more pleasant.
the monks out of the temple. The service is over. The abbot called me by name, I went ... invited to go with them to the library. There asked a few questions about my plans, preferences, contra ... He pointed to a list of internal rules of conduct in the monastery, the daily routine, rules for the staff member - read, teach, remember. Sam retired for some, Vladimir, that he had me to my accommodation for the next week. As it turned out, I'm going to live with the rest of the cell-workers in general. It was a little creepy. Who are these people?! What they have in mind ?! Why are they in a monastery ?! A lot of questions went through my mind ... I forgot to say that during my conversation with the abbot, he asked about my skills. Do I know how to handle cows, bees, if I am able to cook ?! I've got ashamed. I could boast of only cooked dumplings and instant noodles to eat ... Here it is - a modern man ... Damn.
In the monastery is forbidden to use cell phones, I made an exception, and on the laptop too. Yes, and the phone is useless here, it is still virtually no regard. So I will use it instead of a notebook. I was also warned to ban the shooting of the staff and even shoot the monk can only be his own accord. Argue and plead impossible. And I'm not going to. I think at least someone will agree to a short photo session. Still will not be without monks photo essay ...
That led me to the cell. It is located in the attic of the church. Entrance from the back side. From the hallway there is a very steep staircase up, up, fell into a kind of waiting room equipped with a sink, a washing machine and a wardrobe with outerwear. Another staircase, steep, but small, is already in the very cell. The entrance is very small, we have to bend down. But it does not matter.
Prolez, looked around. 9 beds, each with its own little table, a crucifix over each bed and a lot of icons. Also, an individual lamp hanging under the icons. By the way, read in the monastery can only be spiritual literature, listen only to sacred music. I was given a seat by the window. I quite liked it. In the corner. I do not like when someone lies on both sides. Changed the sheets, pillowcases, duvet cover ... That is to say, I settled down. He was given a towel, even though I took his. Anyway…
At 11:00 gave the first obedience (work). I was taken to the temple. Issued a shovel, a rag and a mediator. It is necessary to clean the floor of the wax drops.
That I prozanimalsya whole hour and a half. And here for lunch call. That's good, because I have not even had breakfast at home.
The refectory is in the temple, for a separate door. One table in the middle of the three places, to see, to the abbot and his assistants or deputies (do not know how to magnify correctly). And two long tables for the monks, novices and staff member. All this forms the usual letter "P".
During all severely meal. Sit at the table only after the prayer. Monks sit separately, staff member individually. On the table there are pots with the first and second. Everyone puts what he wants and how he wants. Tea or compote to choose from. Mealtime nobody speaks. Everything passes in silence, only standing behind the people of the book reads various writings. Lunch lasted for about 20 minutes until the last not finish, no one goes and stands. That's sounds a bell - Lunch is over. All as a team rise from their seats and read common prayer, they say, thank you for this meal. Take plates, cups and the window attribute dispensing food.
Before entering the temple itself hanging on the wall "stands" with pictures of the reconstruction of the monastery, various celebrations ...
Immediately after lunch I was given an interesting assignment. I'll have to do an aquarium. I never have done before. Do the following: turn off all electrical appliances that provide the fish comfortable accommodation, drain the water, catch fish and transplanted, rinse the filter, thermometer, clean decor elements in the form of the castle and plants, well washed sand and the most difficult - to clean the aquarium from single-celled algae. To drain the water, I was given a bucket and a hose. Everything is simple: one hose end to put their aquarium, then pump out the water through the mouth and all ... the process has started ... the water has gone, the bucket is filled. Then it is necessary to merge into a hole that is located behind the temple. I did about 7-8 walker.
The most interesting thing was - it's catching fish with a net. They are small and nimble, all the while hiding behind the grass. It took me 20 minutes.
Then pulled out and washed the grass, sand ... It remains the most difficult - to clear the green shnyaga aquarium wall. The brush does not clean ... poryskat in the closet. I found some tube with something ... According to the description - for cleaning metal. Will do. Smeared a little on the sponge, rubbed ... And this is the first good luck - but deleted ... It's hard, but it's better than nothing. On the walls of the cleaning in my ear a little more than an hour. It remains a very good rinse with water, well, do everything as before.
While working in the head beginning to spin: "I want to go home. I want on the Internet. "Without the Internet, there comes a sense of mild panic without communication. I am cut off from the world. Suddenly, I will call for a very important matter, and I can not ?! And suddenly I was on the mail drop is a very important letter, but I can not read it ?! That's a real atstoy.
During the breaching of this work vaguely heard of the guy with the shop settled in our cell, where his bed will stand next to mine.
I feel hungry. I want to eat. I want to drink.
Fiddle with the aquarium started somewhere at 13:40, local time is now 16:20. E. To bathing in all it took me a pretty long time. Who will have the most difficult and responsible, fill sand, to place at their discretion decor, add water and ... And in this water to transplant fish. I was told that if the water temperature is low, the fish can stretch and fins.
Suddenly the bell rang outside. Don-don-don ... This notification about the beginning of life. The clock 16.30.
Oh joy !!! My phone vibrated. The heart skipped a beat! What is it?! Letter? SMSka? ... No ... Just a warning to any game that is installed on my phone. Bummer. It does not have enough communication with the outside world.
While I was writing this text, I was approached by three men and asked why in the tank of holy water costs two cock ?! I do not know about that, so the answer is brief: "With gas or without gas." They looked at each other and left.
17:02. I finish pour water into the aquarium. By the way the water in the monastery with the well - clean. And threw the fish. It seems to be floating. Tomorrow morning first of all check the number at the bottom of the tank and at the top. Very worried. About four hours left in my tank bathing.
Now I have free time. How many I do not know, but the job has not. I think I'll pass on the territory, to take pictures. He went into the temple, a gazebo with a statue, found the cage with a rabbit. Quiet and peaceful. Again I went into the temple of the visitors there. Gaining in the bottle of holy water. In the refectory rattles dishes. This sound has pleased me very much, t. To. I'm hungry again. I called to the mainland again.
Time passes very slowly. Actually, I used to live in a different way, in a constant hustle and bustle, bustle, and even here begin to walk more steadily. One gets the feeling that this place is living on its own, apart from the present time. Here, everything is in slow motion.
The rules of conduct in the temple.
From behind the doors looked always smiling monk Valery. He invited me inside, gave a big notebook. I opened it, there is a lot of names written in 2 columns on each page. He said reading. Sami names are written in black marker. Here is a page for the repose, for the health ... A lot of long and previously unknown to me names. I coped pretty quickly. Valery went to help, his list was much longer. Every staff member was the same notebook with names. The temple soars smoke and the smell of incense. It is very hard to breathe it all. He sat on a stool at the window, fresh air will not hurt me. Monk Valery allowed to photograph it while reading these names.
19:07. The service is over. All systems go for dinner. There is already a choice: pea soup, pasta with something thick rice with milk. I took to this tasty and wholesome rice. Dinner pretty quickly. After some free time. And be sure to evening prayer rule. 19:57. It ended with the rule. Again, free time and hang up. First of all ran into the cell to charge your iPhone. Just us settled another person. Young, korotkostrizheny with non-vanishing smile on his face. Today decided to anyone with their questions do not climb. Not yet. It's good that I was allowed to use a laptop. I do not know how it would react to the local ... sat down on a hard bed, I like it. I generally like the hard bed.
Another news that upset me - can be washed only on Fridays. I'm shocked. I used to take a bath every day, well, a maximum of once every two days. But for a whole week ...
In the cell I was told that anyone who is going to live in the monastery were taken passport and cell phone. One trudnik incognito cut into his laptop in some shooter and listens to rap. Included monk - laptop under my pillow ... Kindergarten - not otherwise ...
The atmosphere is very friendly.
Behind the door, I heard the whispers:
"Che guy on the n ... ra like that?"
"With pierced ears or what?"
"But with the Internet any"
In the yard twenty-first century, and they have "some" Internet. Yes, this place, these people time spared. Mats, laughter, discussion of Deep Purple and UDO ... End only a half hour.
Faster tomorrow. Friday would be faster.
I decided to get a laptop and decipher everything I wrote in the phone. Took the iPhone in hand ... He hit me with shock ... strange ... Something they have with electricity not.
22:18. Many are asleep. Someone reads. Someone with headphones listening to music. I think I should go to bed too. I do not want to rattle the whole cell of the keyboard, and get up at 6 in the morning.