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So many bells! Here are links to videos of our bell ringing trip:
The Russian Bell Ringers
The Lowell Bell Ringers
While Lowell House students have traditionally called our largest bell “Mother Earth,” it turns out someone just made that up. At the Danilov Monastery, the bell is called “Bolshoi,” which simply translates to Big. Weighing 13 tonnes, it is indeed big.
Bolshoi is rung only on special occasions like festivals or feasts. Peter and Jessica were able to ring Bolshoi a few times!
We didn’t even know you could ring bells like that.
Oleg composed this peal himself and was inspired by Slavonic folklore music.
Father Roman plays in a smaller bell tower at Rostov.
“It’s like he’s conjuring something.” – Evan
Hello! It’s Jessica, and I’m writing from my home in New Orleans, Louisiana, USA. On Thursday, the Lowell Bell Ringers departed from St. Petersburg. This trip has been wild – from Moscow, to Kizhi, and to St. Petersburg.
Our group made it to Kizhi, the furthest north any group of Lowell Bell Ringers has gone. It’s been full of adventures – from riding a small motorboat with six people plus luggage during a rainstorm to being picked up in a forest service van (but as Gleb would say, “It’s Russia. It’s normal.”). The adventures continued inside belfries, too – climbing ladders and staircases, ringing bells that were big (13 tonnes) and not-so-big, and absorbing the breathtaking view from the tops of the bell towers. It’s been truly incredible, and I had the time of my life.
Here is a map of some of the places we visited:
This trip has brought me so much more appreciation about the importance of the bells. Seeing the churchgoers, the well-connected network of bell ringers, and the chapels in isolated villages of Kizhi, I have a better understanding of how these bells unite people. The bells – the “voices of God” in the Orthodox religion – have even brought some random Harvard kids to make friends all the way in Russia. Truly bringing people together.
The bells bring us together in Lowell House, too. Despite our own bell tower being closed for another year, I hope we can spread this appreciation for the bells in Lowell House even more. We have some work to do to fix the ropes on our practice set, but I am looking forward to practicing in the basement of 20 Prescott again. This year, we’ll hopefully teach more students, so we can carry on this legacy as we move into a newly renovated Lowell House, which will have an elevator that goes straight to the top of the bell tower instead of a breathless climb up the staircase.
I am immensely grateful for everyone for has played a part in this trip, so here is a long list of thanks:
First, to Otets (Father) Roman – thank you for being so wonderfully kind, generous, patient, and willing to bring around a random group of bell ringers from Lowell House all across Russia. We enjoyed our time with you and had so much fun; we truly appreciate all the work that went into planning and leading our trip, teaching us how to play traditional Russian peals, and letting us experience so much of Russia. To the Danilov Monastery, thank you for the initiating the exchange of the bells that Lowell House so dearly loved (and still love). To Gleb – thanks for helping us improve our techniques and for your company. We will miss everyone at the Danilov dearly.
Next, thank you to the bell ringers who took time out of their lives to show us their beloved belfries, help us understand how important these traditions are, or even pause to have tea with us. Words cannot express how grateful I am for your help, and I appreciated our time together more than you could ever know. Hearing why these bell ringers became connected to the Russian Orthodox religion and how bell ringing has helped them has given me greater appreciation for the art of bell ringing and for other traditions as well.
In addition, I want to thank Lowell House (thanks Diana and Beth!) for making this trip possible – from funding this trip in 2018, to way back in 2003 when the first meetings with the Danilov Monastery were established. To my companions from Lowell House – Peter, Evan, and Daniel – and our Matherite adoptee Isabelle, thanks for your flexibility, excitement for bell ringing, and commitment to keeping the tradition alive as Lowell continues one more year in construction. More importantly, thanks for the laughs – if I weren’t grinning ear to ear because I was marveling at the sights and sounds, I was definitely laughing about our friendly banter or about our boat possibly capsizing in Lake Onega.
Finally, words cannot even begin to describe how grateful I am for my second opportunity to come to Russia to ring those beloved bells. I am so sad to leave Russia and all our amazing friends there; I will hold these memories close to my heart. I have no idea when I will go back to Russia, but I long to return, see the views, and hear all these bells again.
Jessica tells me that one of the thing she notices that distinguishes the original Danilov bells from the new ones at Lowell is the old ones sustain their sound for a lot longer. Once the last peal has been struck, they just keep ringing, and ringing, and ringing for minutes upon minutes. The new bells, they give up the ghost more quickly. But I like to think these bells are always ringing just a little. Even when you can’t hear it.
All and all, I have to give this experience a ringing endorsement.
Mother Earth has a whole lot of graffiti in it!
Surely it wouldn’t be too hard to look up some of these folks in the old Lowell House directories and send them an email…
The sleeper train from Petrazavodsk arrived to Saint Petersburg early in the morning. After a stop at the hotel to drop off our bags, we walked past the Peter and Paul Fortress, across the Neva River, and through St. Isaac’s Square. Then, we had a delicious breakfast where we agreed that somehow Russian kasha is so much better than oatmeal at home, and whatever is called or translated as cottage cheese seems to be something different but is really good.
Then, we returned to the Peter and Paul Fortress, Petropavlosk, where we met bell ringers to climb the tower. The Petropavlosk belfry is notable for two reasons: it houses both a carillon and traditional Russian bells, and its spire is the tallest architectural structure in Saint Petersburg. The stairs took us up past the carillon and Russian bells to the impressive clock mechanism, and still further to the clock faces looking over the city. When we finally reached the last set of windows in the spire, we stood at a height of 72 meters. This was an amazing adventure, a first even for Father Roman.
On the way down, we saw the carillon played, with a setlist that included traditional Russian folk music, a Russian bell peal adapted for carillon, and “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” before the daily blast of the cannon at noon.
We learned many interesting stories about the cathedral and its tower. At the time of Catherine the Great, there was no exterior ladder to the top of the spire, but a daring peasant climbed with ropes to repair the angel on top, and he was rewarded accordingly. During World War II, the wooden beams protecting the clock weights from weather were removed from firewood. One clock face is damaged from a bullet, when Soviets fired upon the bell tower as it rang God Save the Tsar. Recent work on the spire discovered a message in a bottle from previous work in 1957, blaming the poor quality of that work on their overseers.
Downstairs, the cathedral itself is remarkable, and it is the burial place for many of the royal family, including Peter the Great. Though Tsar Nicholas II and his family were killed by the Bolsheviks in Yekaterinburg in 1918, their remains were moved to Peter and Paul Cathedral in 1998.
In the afternoon, we wished Father Roman farewell as he returned to Moscow. We were kindly welcomed for lunch by Evan’s host mother from his time in Saint Petersburg nearly ten years ago. Then we wandered the city, seeing the Kazan Cathedral, Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood (its colorful domes unfortunately under restoration), and Nevsky Prospekt. We celebrated an amazing trip with Georgian food for dinner and a visit to the chocolate shop.
The ferry from the island to the mainland couldn’t handle the storm and the waves in the lake… But the little motorboat could.