Biography Father Vlasiy

Schiarchimandrite Vlasiy Perentsev, the future confessor of Pafnutiev’s Borovsky Monastery Schiarchimandrite Vlasiy Pereunttsev was born when his mother was 56 years old. She gave birth to seven, but all of them, not having lived up to a year, died. The eighth was a girl who lived. And they thought that everything would cost, but it could not do. When the baby was two years old, the grandmothers took her out into the street - to play.

A horse grazed there. The girl approached her. Her horse was lying down her head ... He was born underground, where his mother climbed after potatoes. She thought to dial potatoes, and if - and a son was born. And for many years, then his life went underground: most of his long monastic life was driven and pursued for faith. At home, he was an unloved child. Father died, the mother got married again, and the stepson stepson fiercely disliked, called the "Popent" and "Monom".

After all, up to 10 years - until the fourth grade of the school - he was brought up by his grandmother - the nun. And after the seventh grade, he left the house and began to live independently. He became a student at the Smolensk Medical Institute, where he studied at the faculty of pediatrics and childhood diseases. There, at the institute, he met love. When the girl found out that he was going to church, she sincerely brought him to the rector, and there was a big scandal.

He was indicatively tried before the whole course. How can a Soviet student change a white robe of a doctor for a black cassock? Say: how? White robe on a black cassock? This did not fit in the leadership, and the student who had studied well before, began problems with passing exams. The teachers were instructed to put the test if he refuses his beliefs. The student was not going to refuse beliefs.

The girl, realizing that, wanting to save her narrowed from church obscurantism, she betrayed him, stopped going to classes. And a severe nervous disorder happened to him. Schiarchimandrite Vlasiy Pereunttsev, he came to himself when he knocked on the gate of the house of the Hitriomonakh Hilarion of Rybar, who then lived in Michurinsk, many kilometers from Smolensk.

Legs are knocked down, clothes are broken, flour in the eyes. Father Hilarion looked around the young man from head to toe and took it into the house. He was washed, changed, fed and laid to bed. He was sleeping without a prosperous for two days. Eyes opened: the situation is unfamiliar, a blanket blanket, the ceiling is whitened, as in Ukrainian stones. Icons, in front of the images of the lamp.

Then the father comes in. The hair is picked up. He sits on a stool near him and says: - Well, he suffered? In response, he only sniffed, all the words in his throat stood up with a lump. Lies, silent, tears from the eyes with a stream. The priest put his hand on his head and said: Father Hilarion put his hand on his head and said: “Do not say anything, I know everything.

Will you come with me? Although I did not even know where his name was. It turned out that the priest was a confessor in the monastery of Flora and Lavra in Transcarpathia. He took the future schematic there and took it. In the Soviet Union, it was strictly strict with trips to monasteries. The young man was declared on the All -Union wanted list as a dangerous criminal.

And he finally got to where his heart sought. To the monastery. He was secretly tonsured in monks with the name Peter. The confessor strictly forbade him to report his whereabouts, and he began to live by no one, in an illegal position, far from people. After some time, he wrote to his mother so that she would not look for him, since he chose the way for himself to serve God.

Archimandrite Serafim Tyapochkin and serves him all his long difficult life. In the Great Schima, his tonsure Archimandrite Serafim Tyapochkin in the year. This happened secretly: the authorities persecuted for this. Tarbling, Father Seraphim said that the schema will be his fortress, spiritual armor from enemies. He also predicted to him that he would be a confessor in the monastery and around his brethren.

In those days, the monastery, which was discussed, lay in the ruins, the most future confessor was looking for a police, and with difficulty believed in all this. But for many years, Schiarchimandrite Vlasius - the confessor of Pafnutiev of the Borovsky monastery. According to all forecasts, he had to die. And he went to Athos, where he prayed for six years in the Vatopedic monastery he was driven, he was persecuted, he was killed.

Once, when he already served in the Kaluga diocese, dashing people climbed into the temple and pierced his head with a mount. These were temples of temples, they did not want to leave him with a lively witness and beat him for sure. But Skufeika on his head softened the blow, and the mount did not affect the brain - only the hundredth share of a millimeter remained before him.

They did a complex operation, sewed a plate in his head, he lay in the hospital for a long time and survived. And then he found cancer. He carried out six complex operations, removed part of the intestines, and changed blood every year. And he went to Athos, where he prayed for six years in a shutter in the Vatopedic monastery, where there is a miraculous icon of the Blessed Virgin Mary, the “Odinitsa” “Pantanass”, which is prayed for oncology.

There is a story that when Afanasy the Great wanted to leave Athos, the Mother of God showed a miracle - hit the rock, and a holy source scored from this place. He beats now. In this water, Father Vlasi bathed, drank her.Six years later, during service in the temple, he suddenly felt that everything around seemed to be flashed. Then the doctors said that metastases stopped spreading.

He returned to Russia, to his native Paphntiev, Borovsky Monastery, where he has been accepting people for more than a dozen years. The elderly archpriest, a descendant of the great Russian commander Mikhail Illarionovich Kutuzov, Father Vladimir Kutuzov told me about Vlasia’s father: during the years of Soviet power, when he still served as a deacon with a prison on one of the parishes, some officials came to the temple and began to demand a bribe for the concepts of the Soviet system from the church from the church from the church from the church from the church from the church from the church Work, not wanting to build a bright future.

Officials threatened with big problems, and, away from sin, they bought them away. After some time, they came again for money. And what is it? The priests are disenfranchised, they will not run to the police. Seeing that this would never end, Father Vlasi blessed the young deacon to get a job in a barn in his native village, and come to the temple on weekends and serve.

So he did. But once the local gypsies “joked”: crept up to the corral where the collective farm herd stood, with Sirena, and so frightened the cows that they broke the hedge and ran into the forest. Like Father Vladimir, neither ran, no matter how he called, he could not find a single one. Understanding what threatens the loss of a whole herd, he went to Batyushka Vlasia in tears and told him about everything.

He assured him that everything would be fine, and sent him back to the barn. A dumb deacon wanders to a broken corral and suddenly sees: a cow herd comes from the forest.

One, two ... The whole herd is safe. All the cows returned. Here the latter approached the corral, and then he noticed that behind the cows, like shepherds, there were ... several huge wolves. The wolves calmly reached the corral, waited for the last cows entered it, and then, as if nothing had happened, they turned around and headed into the forest. From surprise, Deacon was almost no badly.

In his 81 father, Vlasius simply glows with happiness and is very similar to the sun. Next to him is warm, light and joyful in his soul. Joy accompanies him everywhere. Well, do not dare to lose heart! What are you? We will now serve God - and you are sad! Once I go to the altar, and there one priest-hymen is sad, hung my head. Father Vlasiy enters. As soon as I saw a sad priest, went up to him, grabbed it in an armful, raised it, shook it well and how it barks: “Well, do not dare to lose heart!

It was necessary to see the eyes of this hegumen, who then served so inspired!