We bake. On Thursdays we bake cookies - this is our tradition ... We bake prosphora

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We bake prosphora

By the end of Lent, many prosphora were required for services, and none of us knew how to bake them. I vaguely remembered how my mother-in-law kneaded the dough for a long time, I remembered in what order she started baking the prosphora. But thirty years have passed since I did not touch this holy cause. However, I had to buy yeast and start kneading the dough.

It was early in the morning when, as a hostess, I came to the church gatehouse. Nobody but me was there. I climbed through the boxes, looking for salt, matches, seals for prosphora. There were about fifteen of them, but which one to take? I found buckets, pots, baking sheets, washed everything, wiped the tables ... Then I kneaded the dough until I was completely exhausted. Tired, went out to the porch. It creaks, boards jump underfoot, rotten posts sway under them. There is nothing to sit on, as if the owner had not been here before. I am looking for a stoker, I tell him: “We are alone here, and I have no one else to turn to. Do, my dear, a new porch, otherwise someone will break his leg - we will answer before God. I'll pay you whatever you say."

The old man gladly complied with my request. However, I was later blamed for this case. But how did I know that it was necessary to seek permission to repair the porch, conclude an agreement, draw up documents, issue building materials and money with a signature of witnesses, etc. No, I - one, two - and the case is ready. So that!

I walk in the fence of the temple, collecting garbage that has thawed out from under the snow. Who will clean up the park? After all, soon there will be religious processions every day during Easter week. But here comes Olya, Grisha's wife, with a stroller and two tiny children. I shout to her: “Olechka, please mix the dough for prosphora, and I will look after your children.” Olenka washes his hands, kneads, and the children and I collect garbage and empty cans of bottles scattered everywhere after the repair of the temple. Oh, how many things!

But now the spring sun has warmed the earth, the time for lunch has come. The dough has risen, it's time to bake. Send, God, my helpers.

Cheerful youth flies into the gatehouse - these are all the singers of Lyubin's choir. We find rolling pins, put on white aprons. I tell everyone to put headscarves on. We dump the dough on the table, divide into piles. Well, where is the pile? Roll out the dough. What are we going to cut? What to prick? Where to get glasses? Where are the needles?

Run home, you won't find anything here!

Grisha is lighting the Russian stove. It is necessary to lubricate the prosphora heads with Epiphany holy water.

Where is she?

Bring it back from our house.

I am in command, the guys do everything cleverly, but the question follows the question:

How hot is the oven? And how long does it take for prosphora to approach? When do you put them in the oven? What do you grease the pans with?

I explain:

You can’t use oil, you need to rub the metal lightly with wax, then sprinkle with flour.

Where can I get candles? How much flour to sprinkle?

There are candles in the temple, but the temple is locked. Grisha has the keys.

And where did he go?

Looking for Grisha!

So we all spun in the lodge until the evening, worked together, cheerfully, ringing laughter was often heard. Father Deacon says:

I feel embarrassed somehow, because I am a monk, and I don’t know how to bake prosphora. How long will it take for them to get there?

Who speaks - at least an hour, who speaks - about ten minutes, who shouts out the average - half an hour. Well, we decide, it will work out that way. We take out the first baking sheets after fifteen minutes, put the next ones in the oven, then the last ones in turn.

Now comes the most crucial moment: how long do prosphora sit in the oven? No one knows. You can’t brown them red-hot, and white ones can be inside

Guys, there is nothing to joke, let's read prayers. This is a sacred thing, it must be accompanied by prayer, - I say.

All agree. They lit up the lamp. Where can I get a prayer book? Well, who hasn't run to the Sokolovs yet?

But then a reverent silence sets in, the akathist is diligently read. And I remember:

Guys, we forgot to bake five blessed loaves! Who will undertake to roll the koloboks?

The Pokrovskys responded:

We can bake buns. Yes, but they also still need to approach, and the coals in the furnace went out. Is there enough heat?

I don't know what to say, my head is spinning. I was asked to go and lie down to rest.

I go home, fall on the sofa from fatigue, but quickly jump up: after all, no one knows that ready-made prosphora must be covered with a damp towel so that they steam off. I run back to the gatehouse. The choristers all went to the rehearsal, Grisha and the deacon show me the finished product of our labors. Some prosphora dried up and fried, became like pebbles. Others stretched out like mushrooms in a forest, and some of them turned their heads to one side. There are very few pretty ones fit for service. “Well, as we managed, the first pancake is always lumpy,” we comfort each other.

But one should have seen the joyful children's faces on Palm Sunday! On this warm spring day, when a crowd of children went out into the courtyard of the temple after mass, I distributed our failed prosphora to the kids. The children were hungry, so they eagerly ate our fresh prosphora. No one was embarrassed by the fried bottom or the overgrown ruddy hat of the prosphora. Children shared with each other, treated their parents, each took as much as he wanted. And the "rebels"-old women reproachfully shook their heads. There were reproaches against us:

Here, we saved every handful of flour, and now we see such extravagance! This is how much flour spoiled!

So why didn't any of you come to help us? Why did you leave everything to the mercy of fate? I said in defense.

Soon, Father Sergius went to Fryazino to one of the “rebellious” prosphora makers and with difficulty persuaded her to come and transfer her art to one of us. Hierodeacon Jerome and Ninochka (soprano), the elder's assistant, went through the "technical minimum" with the old woman and soon learned how to bake prosphora themselves.

And that year my father Vladimir helped me to bake large artos at home in Moscow in an electric oven. He also had a seal (an inheritance from his mother), and he himself more than once helped his parent to knead and bake. I remember that on those days of Holy Week forty years ago, mother and son sent me to pray for the success of their work on the artos.

Prayer for the adoption of the prosphora and St. water, Lord my God, may Your holy gift and Your holy water be for the remission of my sins, for the enlightenment of my mind, for the strengthening of my spiritual and bodily strength, for the health of my soul and body, for the subjugation of my passions and infirmities by

V. Commemoration and prosphora. Panikhida and prayer service If we want the Church to pray with us for those dear to us (living and dead), we write their names on a note with the inscription "about health" and "for repose" and pass it along with the prosphora, which we buy for a candle