father sergius lived as a recluse for another seven years.

at first he accepted much of what people brought him—tea, sugar, white bread, milk, clothing, and fire-wood. but as time went on he led a more and more austere life, refusing everything superfluous, and finally he accepted nothing but rye-bread once a week. everything else that was brought to him he gave to the poor who came to him. he spent his entire time in his cell, in prayer or in conversation with callers, who became more and more numerous as time went on. only three times a year did he go out to church, and when necessary he went out to fetch water and wood.

the episode with makovkina had occurred after five years of his hermit life. that occurrence soon became generally known—her nocturnal visit, the change she underwent, and her entry into a convent. from that time father sergius’s fame increased. more and more visitors came to see him, other monks settled down near his cell, and a church was erected there and also a hostelry. his fame, as usual exaggerating his feats, spread ever more and more widely. people began to come to him from a distance, and began bringing invalids to him whom they declared he cured.

his first cure occurred in the eighth year of his life as a hermit. it was the healing of a fourteen-year-old boy, whose mother brought him to father sergius insisting that he should lay his hand on the child’s head. it had never occurred to father sergius that he could cure the sick. he would have regarded such a thought as a great sin of pride; but the mother who brought the boy implored him insistently, falling at his feet and saying: ‘why do you, who heal others, refuse to help my son?’ she besought him in christ’s name. when father sergius assured her that only god could heal the sick, she replied that she only wanted him to lay his hands on the boy and pray for him. father sergius refused and returned to his cell. but next day (it was in autumn and the nights were already cold) on going out for water he saw the same mother with her son, a pale boy of fourteen, and was met by the same petition.

he remembered the parable of the unjust judge, and though he had previously felt sure that he ought to refuse, he now began to hesitate and, having hesitated, took to prayer and prayed until a decision formed itself in his soul. this decision was, that he ought to accede to the woman’s request and that her faith might save her son. as for himself, he would in this case be but an insignificant instrument chosen by god.

and going out to the mother he did what she asked—laid his hand on the boy’s head and prayed.

the mother left with her son, and a month later the boy recovered, and the fame of the holy healing power of the starets sergius (as they now called him) spread throughout the whole district. after that, not a week passed without sick people coming, riding or on foot, to father sergius; and having acceded to one petition he could not refuse others, and he laid his hands on many and prayed. many recovered, and his fame spread more and more.

so seven years passed in the monastery and thirteen in his hermit’s cell. he now had the appearance of an old man: his beard was long and grey, but his hair, though thin, was still black and curly.