One day, in the tenth century
• A day in the tenth century,
In September 2013, this man began to historical project, the essence of which - to live in the built up of ancient farm seven months without modern conveniences and communications. In fact, he now lives alone in the past. A lot of people watching the developments and empathize with his old Russian adventure. So that it can describe a day in your life, colleagues have given him a camera with a notepad for taking notes.
There is a 111-day project, and I'm willing to tell you about one of his last day.
Sergiev Posad district.
I wake up in the house. Dark and cool. During the night the oven has cooled down and the house temperature dropped.
From a small jug pour linseed oil in Svetets (early medieval night light), and then set fire to the wick of the candle wax hand-twisted, which in turn had lit from the coals in the stove.
Deftly wear winding (long and narrow strip of cloth, for winding legs to the knee - footcloths great-grandfather), who never rewind and pull-up for the whole day. But it is already acquired on the project experience, ability, brought to automatism. Previously, it was much more difficult.
to check with his own production of calendars, which also serves as a kind of diary ..
.. and make a notch above the door jamb on the second duplicate calendar so as not to lose count and finally lost in the past. I went to the 111th day.
On the bench tightly laced leather shoes, put on the top of his shirt and homespun wool belts. Dark outside as well as inside the house.
I type dry firewood stored in a residential part of the house, set fire to the bark and melts the furnace, which erupted just a few minutes.
to throw up a couple of logs larger, which means that the house will soon be a lot of smoke (from the ancient furnace was not fired chimney and the house in black). I've got to start daily affairs.
First of all, check the barn. My main friends and those with whom you can communicate, livestock 3 goats and chickens. Out of habit, I welcome all the animals, then recalculates the hens (that night the dead, for example, from the raids of the fox was not there, and all the 13 birds on the ground, which can not but rejoice).
Goat is waiting in his place for the morning milking, so pull out because of the lintel a bowl and put it under a goat. Left knee rests on the chest, so as not to run away, and start milking. The whole process takes less than a minute, and the milk yield is extremely meager - about 200 ml, which for me at my not so little physique one sip. Immediately I drink breakfast and go out, releasing at the same time the animals.
It is time to chop wood. Narubai Poleshko into quarters ..
... to draw water from the well and return to the residential part of the house.
Very warm, but so smoky you could not see anything. Releasing smoke through the doorway and Volokovaya window. Then again, melt the stove dry chips (those two logs has burnt down) and start to cook.
In a special hole in the top of the stove put the jug with water. Thanks to this "burner" jar is heated by an open fire, and not on the stones, which significantly reduces the time of boiling. Adding boiling berries and a little honey, put on the bench and waiting for (the house is small, usually lying on the bunk, and melting the furnace dry fuel, the house can only be lying - acrid smoke spreads pretty low).
After a few minutes, "compote" boil, I pour myself a mug and then laid on the bench. Sipping uzvar, sing lingering song - so ends the early morning.
At dawn the street, which means it's time to start the main activity. I go outside, walk over to the well and for a long time looks around thoughtfully, making a plan for the coming day. Suddenly, the forest began to caw of crows. I immediately grabbed Sulitsa and ran to the edge of the forest, quickly examining the area and along the edge of the undergrowth, and returned to the farm. I fetched a month ago fox, having to drag a rooster and a hen, so now I'm alert and listen to the signs of nature.
After jogging in the woods, get down to their routine business and the first thing I close the doorway to the barn, and then begin to catch chickens. Twisting the wings of the castle, I check each chicken - carried or not. Sort birds into three groups: laying hens put away in a closed barn, little scurrying to lock the barn rather than rushing decide to slaughter, for the first time on the project, but not at once - such is 2 birds.
I can share with you how I can be helpful to determine chicken or it will have to eat. Firstly, it can be found in the stomach: if the chicken rushes or ready to bear - it is soft. Secondly, on the sacrum: from laying hens, the sacrum is usually wide and bones are mobile, while not rushing narrow the distance between the bones, and they are still.
The choice fell on a less beautiful bird. I put it in a bucket and cover with a lid, and the rest is re-issuing the street.
further receives a master of the short forks that are easy to work in tight spaces, such as a barn or a shed.
After that start to be engaged in cleaning the barn, which should be done 1-2 times a week. To begin scraped off all the hay from the loft, and then the floor. But hay I do not often, since it generates more heat during decay, and in the cold time of year is very important for me.
Next, the loft I drag hay ..
. and placed lush bunches. observation method revealed that the chickens better rush when a lot of hay, and it is laid in groups.
In the process of cleaning I find two eggs. Of course, not the best result, but it is only for a night, and the average hens lay 4-6 eggs per day. Point eggs carefully placed under the roof, not to go into the living part of the house several times, and that the eggs do not accidentally broken.
I stand out of the crib spruce branches on the street because they have dried up, and the goats stopped eating them. But as soon as the branches to be outside the barn, the animals eagerly began to gnaw them.
After that, I take an ax and a rope and head into the forest. Going just a couple of meters, I find out the fallen spruce. To cut down a branch, and connects them back to the farm. And here it is necessary to clean up the trough and to fill it with grain for the chickens.
Again the ruble wood ...
... I dialed the water in the boiler, go into the house and put in the oven to warm. While the water in the pot is boiling again zavalenke gets a rest and warm up the legs, which had frozen in the affairs of the street. Hurt in the X century is impossible.
It is time to begin to prepare a meal. I bear a basket with food on the street and all the animals are pulled behind me, waiting for something tasty.
I will cook a mess of pottage, therefore peel the onion, peel from which then eat the goats and prepare dried mushrooms - cut into cubes.
I go out into the street, pulled out a bucket of bird legs. Then I take a neck and a sharp movement I turn off her neck. Cut off the head and wings, bear to the pot of boiling water to the well and scald the carcass. Honestly, before this I never had to kill the bird, but as the meat in my diet very little more milk, eggs and cereals, then I direct the instincts.
The chicken butchered pretty quickly, it was not enough meat - it will not Broiler from the shelves of supermarkets. Legs put in a bowl, and the rest is buried in the snow on the roof of the baths that could be after a couple more times to cook the chicken broth and eat chicken.
The preforms are made of food can be taken and for the house. Take the knife, look around the gap - blowing strongly, the oven can not cope with the cold. I take the shovel blade of a goat (a month earlier I had to hack to death, and the goat, but in the economy in handy even bone) and head of the house, where the snow hid the moss.
After earning a basket, I begin to caulk the house, tucking into the slit moss.
The process laborious and lengthy. It took more than four baskets to remove all visible cracks inside the house and outside. Checking the inside with a candle all the cracks, I was pleased with the work and decide that it's time to milk the goat, as it gets dark.
This time I caught a goat in the street and it is necessary to only 100 ml. Even on polglotka not pull. Sighing heavily, he drank, and then started a nurse in the barn, and behind it, and the remaining animals, wishing them a good night.
And now it's time to eat meat: wood already well burned and left embers, I decided to make the legs barbecue.
After 20 minutes the dish will cook for me, it was a truly royal dinner together with the previously prepared soup.
When you have finished eating, I decided faded shirt. Stones during the day warmed up well, so I took them blacksmith tongs ...
... I threw in a barrel with water and soaked his shirt.
Dipping his hands into boiling water for a long time enjoyed the warm water, very much I missed the hot tub. He washed his face and neck, began to wash.
Zastiryvayu always the dirtiest places - the gate and sleeves ..
... and after several rinses the clothes delivered to the street, hung on a stick. It is a pity that there is no frost.
Because it was quite dark, and with it the economic part of the day came to an end, I am singing, again entered the house. You can get ready for bed. Sitting comfortably on the bench, I unwound winding ...
... I took out the shoe insoles and socks, knitted special early medieval methods of nodular and put on the stove to dry.
... and then dipped his bare feet into a bucket of hot water, even in order to carry out the prevention of colds.
In the barn there was silence. I recheck the animals, letting them hot air from the stove, and began to put to bed.
Carefully folded clothes and spread out the fur sleeping bag, I thought, that's approached one day alone in the past. Different thoughts I visited here, much is changing attitudes and values are increasingly thinking about the life of our ancestors, and the transitory nature of the meaninglessness of life. But his eyes were to stick together, to fight with heavy eyelids did not force, so wrapped up in skins, Svetets blew and drifted off to sleep.
House to wrap up pitch darkness.