Molokans (Milk Drinkers)
March 27, 2007 by Ellen
The following post on Molokans is a combination of material I copied from The Molokan Homepage, Wikipedia, and my own observations and additions about my families experience in the Molokan Church. I am italicizing my entries. This is a long post so I will shorten what appears on the post page and give you the option to continue reading more if you’d like. I’m organizing this material so my children and I have a better understanding of the history of Molokans and what we were brought out of by the grace of God. Tomorrow I’m posting an LA Times article on the Molokan Cemetery where my paternal grandparents and other relatives are buried.
The Molokans (Russian: Молока́не) are a “Biblically-based” religious movement, among Russian peasants (serfs), who broke away from the Russian Orthodox Church in the 1550s. Molokans denied the Czar’s divine right to rule and rejected icons, Orthodox fasts, military service, the eating of unclean foods, and other practices, including water baptism. They also rejected the traditional beliefs (held by Roman Catholic, Protestant, and Orthodox Christians) in the Trinity, the veneration of religious icons, worship in cathedrals, the adherence toward saintly holidays, and the decisions of Synods and Ecumenical Councils.
The Molokans also called “milk drinkers” were persecuted by their countrymen and government, and were exiled to a remote area of Russia (Transcaucasia), where they lived and prospered for several generations. In 1833, there was a reported outpouring of the Holy Spirit upon a number of Molokans in the Transcaucasus region. This created a schism between Constants and the newly evolved Jumpers and Leapers. With what the Molokans believed to be an additional manifestation of the Holy Spirit, this new smaller sect began a revival with intense zeal and reported miracles that purportedly rivaled that of Christ’s Apostles. Condemnation from the Constant sect lead to betrayals and imprisonment for many of the Jumpers and Leapers, now called New Israelites by their anointed leader Maxim Rudometkin. Maxim Rudometkin, while he was in prison, wrote a spiritual book that was smuggled out by close friends and relatives who came to visit him that later become the basis for a sub-sect of the Molokan faith. This book, used as a companion to the Holy Bible, is known as the Book of Spirit and Life. Molokans who accepted this book and who followed Maxim’s interpretations of the Bible are known as Maximisti, which make up most of the Jumper and Leapers sect. (This was the group my family was a part of. Maxim classified them as the New Israelites, the new chosen ones).
Before World War I there was a well-known colony of Molokans that had been exiled to the Caucasus (an area long within Russian hegemony), mainly to what is now Azerbaijan, Armenia and eastern Turkey (Kars). As a 12-year-old boy, Efim G. Klubnikin became known as a “seer”, or prophet, depending on one’s viewpoint. As a young boy, it is said that he was divinely inspired to prophesy about a coming time that would be unbearable and that the time to leave Russia was now. For “Soon the doors will close and leaving Russia would be impossible.” He “foreknew” that when he would be an adult that the Ottoman Turks would be heading for Armenia and Ararat, and he was able to provide leadership in getting the Molokan community and others out of harm’s way. Only about 2,000 Molokans (mostly of the Jumpers and Leapers Sect) left for the United States and settled in the Los Angeles area. As Russia faced war and unrest with eventual revolution, the pacifist Molokans faced further religious persecution and military conscription. To save their young men from death in these conflicts and to follow their religious belief of “Thou shalt not kill”, the Molokans began to leave Russia from 1905 to 1912, leaving for far-away countries with their young families to live until a time when they could safely return to their homeland. (My parents’ families did not escape out of Russia till 1932. My father’s family escaped from Russia into Iran. My mother’s family separately escaped Russia into Iran. They later met and were married just outside Tehran. My mothers family was not Molokan at this time. They were Russian Baptist Believers. Just after WWII my parents immigrated to the U.S. with my oldest sister and settled in the Los Angeles area).
Two major subgroups of Molokans migrated to America. The Postoiannye (Constant or Steadfast, i.e., unchanged or original) Molokans were, and remain, centered around Potrero Hill in San Francisco (south of downtown), and near Sheridan, north of Sacramento, California. The Pryguny (Jumpers, also called Leapers, Skippers, Prancers, or Dancers), settled mostly in Los Angeles and Central California, with a few congregations in central Oregon and one in Arizona. Although the Pryguny were a much smaller group in Russia than the Postoiannye, they were more severely persecuted and concentrated in the Caucasus and consequently migrated in larger numbers. The two groups differ in some points of doctrine, domestic custom and ritual, particularly the holidays they observe. Constants observe five Christian holidays adapted from their Orthodox past, while Spiritual and Jumpers adapted five Old Testaments holidays from the Subbotniki. Constants and Jumpers have no official ties in America and operate as separate religions. Because Jumper/Maksimists by dogma reject Constant Molokans as “delusional” and “under the number of the spotted beast” (666), and conversely Molokans claim that Jumpers are not really Molokans, the Jumpers are often classified as a separate faith.
Almost all of the descendants of the Jumper-Molokans who came to America reside along the West Coast, except for about one hundred families who moved to two areas of Australia in the early 1960s, and a few families who moved to South America. About two-thirds live on the East Side of Los Angeles, where they have nine churches — or more properly, gatherings: sobranie in Russian. Most of the Jumper churches look like quite ordinary buildings, not unlike Quaker meeting houses. Prayer meetings can be and frequently are held in private homes since it is the gathering and not the building that is sacred.
American Jumper religious dress has evolved from that of the upper class Russian peasant. Men wear a kosovorotka, pullover shirt (rubashka) worn over the trousers, which has a high straight buttoned collar and a row of buttons running half way down the left chest, and is tied with a tasseled cord belt (poyas). (Think of Dr. Zhivago and you can visualize this shirt). Full beards are common on the elders, particularly among the Jumpers. Women are more fully costumed with a fancy lace head shawl (kosinka), and layered long dress with an apron, both often adorned with lace. In America, this peasant style has evolved from the multicolored original peasant clothes to fancy costumes in pastel, or white for solemn occasions. (I’ll be posting a photo tomorrow of women in the traditional dress). Often couples will wear outfits of the same color.
Upon arrival at the church for service, members typically wait outside until a small group gathers. By custom, a woman must be escorted in by a male. When the group decides to enter, the men proceed women, with the eldest male or a visiting guest elder at the head. They usually pass through a small entryway containing a coat rack before entering the main assembly room. The group pauses after all have entered and are facing the congregation as it stands, acknowledging their arrival. After the lead-entering male quietly recites a short prayer, the new arrivals seat themselves. This entry ritual is practiced more by observant Jumpers than Constants.
The congregation is arranged with the women to one side and the men around a table located toward one corner of the room away from the entry. The elders who sit in the front row around three sides of the table are called the pristol (literally: “at the table”). They are arranged in five groups (four for Steadfast) by their functional position: (1) the presviter, presiding elder or minister, sits at the end of the table facing the congregation, and at his side, if the congregation is large, is a pomoshchnik, helper; to the presviter’s right are (2) the besedniki, speakers, and (3) the pevtsy, singers; and to the presviter’s left are (4) the skazateli, readers, and, in Jumper congregations, (5) the proroki, prophets. There are usually more singers than any other group. Male members and guests with no rank will sit in rows behind the readers and prophets. Some elders like to sit along the wall for back support, and many congregations have added bench cushions in recent decades.
Women sit facing the presviter and a few feet from the men. Leading women singers sit in their front row closest to the male singers. In Jumpers congregations, prophetesses sit in their front row opposite the lead women singers near the male prophets. Other women and female guests sit behind these. In Russia the lead prophetess in a Spiritual congregation may have a chair at the table opposite the presviter.
The table is rectangular, of dining room size, and covered with a fine white cloth. On the table, before the presviter, lay open the books for worship all in Russian. In order, they are the Bible with Apocrypha, a collection of prophetic writings (The Spirit and Life), (only in Jumper congregations), a collection of song texts (The Sionskii Pesennik), and the book of prayers (Molitvennik). The presviter coordinates the service and recites the prayers. He rarely conducts a sermon. That function is usually performed by the speakers who read from and elaborate on the Bible in Russian. Jumpers also use the Spirit and Life as their own “Third Testament”. The use of English varies within and among congregations. Because few youth understand Russian, it is increasingly tolerated, especially during an occasion when a speaker feels that English is appropriate for the audience, or the speaker is not fluent in Russian.
Among Jumpers, occasions arise when selected members will jump (in Russian: leap, dance, prance, skip, etc.) and one or more may dictate or speak in Russian “in the spirit”, or decreasingly “in tongues”. In Russia often one hand is held up, in America and Australia both hands are always held up during jumping. Although any member may deliver a prophecy or spiritual message during any part of the service, this function is usually carried out by the anointed prophets selected in a ritualistic manner by another prophet.
Each church has a large kitchen to prepare (obedy), meals, for special occasions. Sawhorses and tabletop planks stored to the side in the church are assembled with the benches into rows of tables for these meals. A typical meal consists of four courses: (1) chai, tea, with sugar and sweets (pastries, dates, raisins, nuts, etc.) and a salad (cut lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumbers); (2) borshcht, usually a beef broth vegetable soup, without beets as in the South Russian style, or lapsha, thin egg noodles in a beef broth; (3) miaso, meat, usually boiled then broiled beef, but sometimes chicken or lamb and, (4) fruit in season. Except for the soups, which are ladled into individual bowls and eaten with traditional wooden Russian spoons (loshki), the meal is eaten with the fingers. This manner of eating is a carry over from the old country. At home, except for the traditional elderly, most American Jumpers and Molokans eat the typical American diet with popular settings and flatware. Cultural vestiges such as wooden spoons and familiar Russian dishes remain popular and distinguish a meal in a Jumper or Molokan home.
Obeying the Old Testament food laws, Jumpers-Molokans prepare all church meals “kosher style” (see OT Leviticus 23). Meats are home grown and slaughtered or purchased from a kosher style butcher, preferably a Jumper. Vegetarian options are provided for courses (2) and (3). Breads, pastries, and noodles are homemade or custom ordered. In Los Angeles, one remaining Jumper butcher supplies almost all church orders. There were as many as 6 Jumper-Molokan stores in Los Angeles in the 1920s, reduced to 2 in the 1960s, and one struggling now.
During each course, when the congregation is eating, a speaker is called. After the speaker, when most have finished a course, and before the next course is served, songs are sung. Some singers may temporarily leave their seats to stand near groups sitting together who have been asked to start a song to add more voices to that group. In Jumper congregations, usually during the meat course just before singing ends after the table is set, it is not uncommon for a prophet to deliver a prophesy, a timely message, and the congregation to stand while many jump and sing. The meal is prepared and delivered to the tables by a partiia, party or work group. Every paid-up congregation member belongs to a work group and is expected to attend when it is their day to work in the kitchen, beginning at 5 a.m.
This was church as I knew it growing up. On Easter and Christmas we’d attend my maternal grandmother’s church, Bethany Baptist. The services were conducted in Russian there as well as our Molokan Church. We had cousins and other Russian friends there so I was comfortable in that setting, also. In 1963 my father attended the Billy Graham Crusade at the Los Angeles Coliseum and went forward to accept Christ as his personal savior. This started a very interesting conflict in our extended family, especially among our Molokan relatives. My father thought he could stay in the Molokan church and be a witness and “light” to his friends and family. This worked OK until my dad was convicted about being baptized. My dad finally decided he could not put off this act of obedience and was baptized at the Russian Baptist church. This was an affront to the Molokans because they don’t believe in baptism and supposedly my dad’s name was already written in their “Book of Life”. Word spread fast and my father was ostracized from our Molokan church and from his parents and some of his siblings. Before this event my older sisters had become followers of Jesus and had left the Molokan church. I became a believer the same year as my dad at a Christian summer camp so I was happy to leave the Molokan church. My father was not happy because he loved his fellow Molokans and was distressed that they didn’t understand his new found faith. It took much loving persistence on my fathers part to re-establish relationship with his parents and siblings.
My issues with the Molokan Church as a religion is the failure to take the gospel of Jesus Christ into all the world, the resistence to accept non-Russians in the body of believers and to be unified with all believers. Too much emphasis on the external and whether you are Russian or a nyeenosh (not ours). The Molokans in the beginning left the Orthodox faith to get away from the worship of icons. Putting so much importance on being Russian, marrying Russians, maintaining the Molokan dress, and customs can become another type of worship that distracts from the most important thing. Jesus Christ came to the world as a sacrifice for the sins of the world once and for all. The blood of Jesus will cover all our sins. He brought God’s grace to the Jew and Gentile. In Christ we have the assurance that we are saved from the wrath of God. When God calls us, we need to “believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved”. As believers in Christ we have His Holy Spirit in us, teaching us, and leading us.
I still have relatives that are Molokans. I also think there are born again believers in the Molokan church. I just wonder how you can be obedient to Christ and His teachings and do His work within the Molokan church. I’m thanking God today for saving my father and giving him new life to live for God’s son, Jesus Christ. “Jesus said to him, “I am the way and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” John 14:6 (ESV)
http://enwikipedia..org/wiki/molokan http://molokane.org/molokan/index.htm

I love that you’re doing this, Ellen. What a treasure!
Wow, Ellen, this is great. Thanks for all your research. Vera.
Thanks for the encouragement Jody and Vera. I appreciate it!
Blessings!
Ellen this is great…very cool. My dad’s mom was Molokan, but I’ve never known much about their history. I’ve just learned so much! Thanks!
Hi-
I found your post after googling Russian Molokan. I was born into a Molokan family, but was ostracized after marrying “out”. I too am a born again believer and I thank my Lord that even through all the trials and sorrow surrounding my marriage, He used it to bring me to Him. I appreciate your writing about the customs and will have my children read it.
Sandy
Hi Sandy,
I’m happy you found my blog. I was the first one in my family to marry a nyeenosh. My older sisters married Russians, but they were Baptists, not Molokans. I thank the Lord along with you that He called you to himself and am sorry for your struggles. Blessings on you and your children!
I was adopted by a Molokan born father and a nyeenosh german mother. By the time I was adopted they were both Born again Christians, however my grandparents on my dad’s side were still Molokan. I will tell you one thing as an adopted black grandchild my grandparents treated me very well. I was spoiled that same as all my brothers and cousins. While I know that they believed differently than I about having a personal relationship with Jesus that leads Christians to an everlasting life with God in heaven, I still loved them deeply. I recently lost my Grandmother (my grandfather died years ago) and I am still sad about it. She was cantancorous and difficult at times, but was still my best maternal friend. My adopted mother died when I was 17. When I had the money and time to visit I would take her shopping, go to restaurants and sometimes we would just sit and talk until the we hours of the morning. She was so funny about her life stories. I feel truly blessed to have had a grandma “Sugar” as we called her. I was able to go the the big Church for her funeral. Everyone there was very nice and said wonderful things to me about how much she loved us. We even had a meal with them at the end of the burial service. The service was in Russian, and sounded beautiful. My father translated what he could. I wept hard as losing her was heart wrenching for me. I loved her so much and will always hold her in my heart. She gave lovingly to me more than she ever had to. Shirley Lidyoff was a great part of my upbringing and had a lot to do with who I am as an adult today. Thanks you for your research and testimony.
Hi Deborah,
I’m so happy you found my site and commented. I appreciate knowing a little of your history. I can remember several funerals and weddings at Big Church. I attended both my grandfather’s and grandmother’s funeral at Big Church. I remember the semetchki (sun flower seeds) we’d buy at the stand across the street from Big Church. I have fond memories of visiting my grandparents and going in the Banya (steam bath) and then drinking chai afterwards. Good times, good memories. I’m amazed at the goodness of God in saving us to have a relationship with him. May God continue to comfort you in the loss of your “Sugar”!
Hi Ellen,
This is a very wonderful site. My mother who will be 80 years old on the 23 of this month. was born and raised by her Molokan mother and family in East LA.
My Grandmother and many of my aunts and uncles are buried in the Molokan cemetery in LA.
Your writings have brought back many memories for me.
Thanks,
Tim
Hi Tim, (Timofey)
Glad you found my site. Hey, we might have been at some of the same funerals. My parents turn 84 and 83 this year.
Blessings!
Hi Ellen!
1. Would you please send me you full name and address? This can be done by Email, or by U. S. Mail:
William J. Treguboff
3413 Cutter Place
Davis, California 95616
I have written a personal history of my early years as a young Molokan, as well as having written a “Molokan” parable, titled: “The Two Samovars” I believe that you would find this material to be interesting.
2. (Debby Carr Treguboff–now that is a familiar name to me! I was wondefully surprised to her name on this website!
3. I appreciate the articulate Molokan history on this web page!
4. From a cultural standpoint, I owe a great debt to the Molokan community–I was well treated by those folks during my growing up years. However, I am ill at ease with most of Molokan theology, and I chose to walk away from it many years ago–but I did maintain many close relationships with family and friends over the years.
Respectfully yours,
William Jack Treguboff
Hi William,
I’m happy you found this site. I am very interested in your history and your parable. I will mail you my husbands address at work and am looking forward to finding out more about your experience. I will give you my name, etc. in the letter I send.
Blessings,
im sorry this has not much to do with this but i live in san diego and we are looking for a church group down here and we cant find one.. can anyone help???
Hello Peter, Are you looking for a Molokan church? As far as I know La Habra or Arizona are the closest Molokan churches. I think there are some in Baja California, also. In the meantime a good Bible teaching church in San Diego could feed your souls longings…
Hi Ellen
I wonder if You or anyone else know if there have existed any Swedish Jumpers? A relation of mine went to America and became a precher among the Jumpers in the end of the 19th, or in the beginning of, the 20 century. How can I get more information?
Thanks for all information on this website. Now I can tell my dad about all this.
Åsa
Hi Asa, I’ll see if I can come up with any information about that. It seems to me that there might be charismatic groups that end up jumping when they’re “filled with the Spirit”. I don’t know for sure. Blessings, Ellen
Hi,
A friend referred me to your website after we were reminiscing about my parents (they’ve both passed away). I was born and raised on Potrero Hill in San Francisco. My father, his three brothers, one sister, and both of their parents (my paternal grandparents) belonged to the Molokan church there. My grandfather’s sister lived in Los Angeles. My father married my mom, a Russian Pentecostal woman, and coverted to her faith. So we were raised in the Pentecostal church. But my grandparents took care of us before and after school, and during the summer. Your story had me sitting back in their church, reliving everything you stated. Thanks for the memories! How can I find out more? Possibly even trying to trace Los Angeles family members?
Alice,
Are you Alice B.?
Do you have an aunt Alice M. in California?
Is your cousin Svetlana?
Not aunt or cousin, but closer than family! Mom’s here at my place w/ me this week. Give a call if you get this! Tooooo funny!
Russians from Potrero Hill…unite!
Alice and Svet, I’m tickled that I could get re-connected with Alice B. through my blog. Blessings…
Hi Ellen -
Thank you for your words and blessings-so much needed and so very appreciated. It is interesting that coming back here to your blog and reading posts from the others gives me a sense of belonging. Strange. We never lose the need to feel a part of our history, family, community, that sense of belonging. Thank you for providing that for me! Have a beautiful night.
Many blessings,
Sandy
Sandy, I’m glad you have been encouraged. Are you from the San Francisco Molokans or the L.A. group (I guess there’s Arizona, Oregon and Mexico, too) Anyway, just curious. I hope to add some more history soon from another source I found. Blessings on you…
Hi William -
I too am interested in your writings and would really love to read them. Would you send them to me? Here is my email: sanditalolita@yahoo.com Thank you.
Blessings to you and yours,
Sandy
Ellen -
Actually central California. I grew up in Kerman, which is about 30 miles west of Fresno. There are 3 Molokan churches there. I need to pull out some writings that one of our uncles did which chronicles my families trek from Russia and how they came to settle in Central CA. There might be some info that will help you, Ill be happy to share. If you are interested email me!
Sandy
Sandy,
How could I leave out Kerman. I spent plenty of time there on farms. My first experiences on farms was there. I would be very interested in your chronicles. I’ll email you. I was in Kerman right out of highschool with a good friend of mine (Molokan) who got married there. I had already left the Molokan Church. Lots of memories…
Hope to hear from you soon.
Blessings.
I found this site while looking for Molokan receipes. My mother was Jeanne Volkoff and my father was Jack Bizieff, both of Kerman. I was raised in the Molokan faith, but left when I married an outsider. I have several aunts - Dorothy Kaseroff, Anna Susoev and Lou Petrushkin all in Kerman and an aunt, Mary Nazaroff of Montebello in LA. My mother was married to Constantine Dalmatov of Montebello and she died in April 2000. I visit my aunts and cousins in Kerman as often as I can and I just recently moved back to the Bay Area from Fresno (born in Kerman-schooled in Fresno, left in early 1970s for Bay Area). I miss my mother’s borchst and her bread. I keep trying but for some reason, can’t quite duplicate her borchst. It is nice to read what you have researched and put together - Occasionally, I will research the “Russian Molokan” website to update, but your’s is the first I have seen. Good job and I will stay tuned.
Best regards,
Luba “Louise” Bizieff-Matthews
Hi Luba, I’m glad you found my site. I spent some time in Kerman growing up at the Kochergan family farm. I graduated from Montebello High school. Blessings…
My father, Nick Michael Vidinoff, was Molokan. He married my mother, Frances Joyce Wilson, at the end of World War II, while serving the U.S. Army as a Medic and ambulance driver in England. (Just a brief background of my origins.)
I remember the Big Church. Often went for wedding, funerals, some services, and Picnics in various parks. I have a lot of pleasant memories with the Molokans, family and friends.
While I was in San Francisco with one of my daughters (I am 60 years now), we did a lot of sight seeing. Sunday came and I suggested we visit a church for an adventure of getting to know something different.
My adult daughter was excited and asked which one should we visit?
It came to mind that my children had never had the experience of seeing the Molokans. We were a military family that traveled and lived in many places. Therefore, they did not go to any activities with the Molokans and are void of this heritage experience.
I suggested she pull out her computer and look up Molokans in San Francisco. She found the address and I had the opportunity to expose my daughter to a part of her family heritage.
She was in culture shock. She has seen pictures and heard stories, but no experience in this world affected her or I as much as her being exposed to the actual experience of seeing family culture and customs.
A minister came and welcomed us and said the the L.A. Church (the Big Church) was sold and they are now meeting in Whittier, CA.
A delightful well remembered experience. I decided my children (six 6 in all) need to see where they came from and my grandchildren.
A beautiful group.
Whittier may be seeing some of us.
Hi Mary Jane,
I’m glad you found my site and commented. That’s nice that your children were able to experience some of your history. As far as I know Big Church is still at the Lorena Location. The church that moved to La Habra was one of the other churches in L.A. (maybe milikoiski). Anyway my niece goes to the LaHabra one and her father, my brother goes to Big Church on Lorena. UMCA moved to Hacienda Heights. That’s the info I have. Blessings on you and your family…
My grandmother’s maiden name was, Pearl Peter Bogdanoff (Bogdanov) — she had a sister, Hazel - can’t remember her sister’s married name.
My grandmother Pearl came from Russia with the Molokan immigration, married to a Loskutoff (not sure of spelling) with one son, William (Bill).
Her parents and siblings settled in San Francisco–Potrero Hill. Her sister Hazel lived there for years and may have died there.
My grandmother’s husband was a shoemaker, who, not long after arrival, died in the influenza in San Francisco. She later married another Molokan, Michael Z. Vidinoff and moved to Los Angeles –THEN, before World War II, moved to Montebello, after 2nd husband died. She lived on Fourth Street until her death in 1960.
Her children were — William (Bill [from 1st husband]), Jack, Mary, Pete, John, Alex, Nick, Norma all from 2nd husband.
All her children used the last name of VIDINOFF even William.
I remember the day when you could almost travel anywhere in California and just about every Russian family we met knew us and our family genealogy — we were all related in some way — REMEMBER???
When I visited the church in San Francisco my heart sank as I noticed their group becoming smaller in numbers — history is taking a toll on this group and some day they may be as extinct as a rare bird.
FOND MEMORIES OF FAMILY AND FRIENDS
THANK YOU ELLEN FOR THE INFO ON THE MEETINGS–
AND ALLOWING MY CHAT ON YOUR BLOG –
I AM PUTTING MY NAME OUT THERE FOR LOST FAMILY AND FRIENDS –
Hello,
Have just come upon this fascinating info re: Molokans as am again searching for my ancestry, which began in 1856 in Tver region with my ggrandfather Nikolai Egorov.At some point he emigrated to Liepaja/(Libau)…I just read online that certain family names are associated with Molokans…such as “Egorov”…does that mean that essentially ALL ‘Egorov’ families at one time stemmed from Molokans?
Any info helpful…thankyou!
Hello Sy, my knowledge of Molokans stems mostly from my own history. I’m not an expert by all means. I’ve looked in the Russian Molokan Directory dated 1996 for Arizona, California, Oregon, Washington, utah , Canada, Australia, and Mexico, and I only see one Egorov listed who lives in Porterville. I wish I had more information for you…
Interesting site. I live in Armenia and see Molokan’s every day riding in the mafiabuses and walking on the street. We also have a Molokan family (a mother-daughter and sometimes son) janitor team in our software development company in Yerevan.
I myself was born in East Los Angeles (yes, I am Spanish), since 2002 live in Armenia.
Seems very few Armenians in Armenia know much about Molokans other than that they are a Russian cult of milk-drinkers that got expellec from Russia a long time ago. Molokans here generally blend into the landscape so to say and don’t draw attention to themselves, even though they are so obviously recognized: Men with long beards and women with head coverings. One other thing that stands out is the aparent modesty of the Molokan girls, and that they are not particular beautiful, but just somewhat more pretty than plain janes.
I haven’t ever talked with them, because they seem so into themselves, but I have been curious about them for a long time. Can you please give me some advice and thoughts on dos and don’ts with respect to talking to them? As far as I can tell they understand Armenian (the local language) so it is only a matter of opening a conversation with them (especially the girls, since they are the ones most often seen in the city). Or will they be suspicious of and hostile/closed to a “nyeenosh”?
Interesting site. I live in Armenia and see Molokan’s every day riding in the mafiabuses and walking on the street. We also have a Molokan family (a mother-daughter and sometimes son) janitor team in our software development company in Yerevan.
I myself was born in East Los Angeles (yes, I am Spanish), since 2002 live in Armenia.
Seems very few Armenians in Armenia know much about Molokans other than that they are a Russian cult of milk-drinkers that got expellec from Russia a long time ago. Molokans here generally blend into the landscape so to say and don’t draw attention to themselves, even though they are so obviously recognized: Men with long beards and women with head coverings. One other thing that stands out is the aparent modesty of the Molokan girls, and that they are not particular beautiful, but just somewhat more pretty than plain janes.
I haven’t ever talked with them, because they seem so into themselves, but I have been curious about them for a long time. Can you please give me some advice and thoughts on dos and don’ts with respect to talking to them? As far as I can tell they understand Armenian (the local language) so it is only a matter of opening a conversation with them (especially the girls, since they are the ones most often seen in the city). Or will they be suspicious of and hostile/closed to a “nyeenosh”?
I was also wondering, short of asking them myself, would these Armenian Molokans be Postoiannye or Pryguny?
Antranik, Wow an East L.A. Spanish guy in Armenia and it sounds like you speak Armenian… I’m very impressed. I went to Russian School when I was little and speak Russian horribly. Anyway I can only imagine that a Molokan in Armenia would be suspicious of and non-accepting of someone “not their own”. If they are clinging to their Molokan roots they want to stay “apart” from other cultures. I would speak generally with them and see how they respond. As far as whether they are postainnye or pryguny I couldn’t shed light on that without knowing if they follow Maxim or not. The Armenian Molokans could be a lot different from the East L.A. Molokans, depending on their prophets and their teachers and their experience since leaving Russia. There are a couple churches in East L.A. that are becoming more ingrown and restrictive in the last few years. Anyway as you can tell I’m really not an expert. I just know what I have personally experienced. I’m sorry I can’t help you more. It was good to hear from you.
For much more about Molokans Around the World, see:
http://www.molokane.org
Hi Andy, I have posted the url for this already at the end of my post above. Thanks for stopping by…
Thanks for posting this article. I grew up in South San Gabriel, and was unaware of the Molokan presence. There were some people I thought were Russians, and left it at that. A few times, the name Molokan came up, but it wasn’t really explained to me. What was most interesting was reading some lists of surnames here and there. They were kind of familiar, but to find out some may have been part of an ethnic group unknown to me is kind of exciting. These articles are helping me understand all these different “things” that just seemed to exist in a vacuum, or were explained as “that’s just what I am.”
Hi JK, I’m glad you were able to gain some understanding of this culture here. Thanks for stopping by and commenting…
Great article. I have one correction though, from the wikipedia cite. I grew up in one of the Kerman Molokan churches, and am quite dumbfounded at how wikipedia says that Molokans don’t believe in the Trinity. Growing up, I was taught the Trinity. Once I was a teenager and learned about non-Trinitarian churches, I still didn’t know any Molokans were such. It’s only been the last few years that this claim has arisen. Oh well, as a public-written site, perhaps a rogue person added that statement.
Hi AS, Did your church in Kerman to your knowledge preach that Christ is God? That each member of the Trinity God head is God. God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit. I know that Molokans acknowledge the trinity but I’m just curious as to the extent they give Jesus the supremacy in church on Sundays. The other question would be whether they teach assurance that once you are called by God and receive the sacrifice of His son on the cross for your sins and become a follower and disciple of Jesus whether you have full assurance of that salvation and your place in Heaven with Him?
I have been enjoying your website very much as I had pretty much put behind everything molokan (except my immediate family). We still are connected even when we “marry out”.
When I read the article from wikipedia I too was saddened at the claim that Molokans don’t believe in the Trinity. I was taught by my mother about Jesus and accepted Him at an early age. I attended the UMCA in East L.A. and remembered learning so much there as the Sunday school classes were in English.
Thanks, Ellen, for all your interesting articles (and recipes:). What memories!
Hi Julie, I also attended UMCA when I was little and remember the Bible drills in particular and memorizing verses that I still remember today. I know that the Molokans reference and acknowledge God the father, the son, and the holy ghost at the end of some prayers but I’m wondering what is actually taught and believed about each member of the Trinity. See my comment above to AS. Blessings…
Hi Ellen-
You need to come to the Czarina tea that is put on every other year by the Heritage Club- a Molokan service organization. I would love to have you sit at my table.
At the tea you can shop for Russian goodies, eat yummy food and have a lovely afternoon talking with other women about all things Molokan.
If you would like to learn more about The Heritage Club their address is
The Heritage Club
P.O. Box H, Downey, CA 90241
If you would like to sit at my table in April 2009 please send me an email. Thanks, Anastasia
Greetings from sunny Adelaide in South Australia
Loved the article on the Molokans and what a great testimony that your family has in the saving grace of Jesus Christ. I have been a committed christian for almost 33 years (made a personal commitment at 6 years of age) and have researched a lot about other religions, cults etc. so as to be well informed when sharing with others about my faith.
When my next door neighbours moved in about four years ago (Jakob and Illana) I noticed that they were friendly but quite reserved. Both had American accents, were of Russian descent and wore the clothing you have described above during certain times. Because of my research I recognised them as Molokans and asked the question - they were staggered that I even knew who they were; even more so when I aksed if they were Constants or Jumpers.
Through a strange series of events I have since undertaken consulting work for a Molokan businessman in the waste industry and one in the real estate industry and as recent as today (December 12, 2007) my wife had the opportunity to share with a lady at the shops who is also a Molokan. How amazing. Maybe I have a ministry to the Molokan church? LOL
- that would be a challenge, but nothing worthwhile is easy.
Illana’s family is mainly in Western Australia, the lady (Jill) that my wife met today is from L.A. and the two businesmen are both from the US also (both California I believe). I have now had the pleasure of many discussions with my neighbours and have challenged them about their personal faith (large fear factor which is probably understandable given the ostracizing that would take place from friends and family) - for that is what I am constrained to do!
Jesus died so that none may perish but all come to a saving knowledge of him. Through persecution the Molokan church was born and through compassion it can be brought back to Christ.
I’ll keep sharing! But how amazing that in a small city such as Adelaide, through a series of unrelated events, I have had the chance to meet quite a number from what is a small Molokan community here in South Australia.
God bless you
Andrew Graham
Hi Andrew,
What a blessing your comment is to me. I’ll be emailing you shortly. God bless you…
I loved the article. I grow up in East Los Angeles, my grandparnets settle there when they came to the United States. We did belong to Big Church. I have a freind who parents made the headstone for the Molokens funerals, as they still do today. I truly loved going to church and miss it very much. My fathers last name was Volkoff, and my mothers last name was Beliakoff. If anyboday out there has anyone of these last names, please let me know.
Thank you.
Hi Janine,
I’ll ask my parents if they remember your people. There were Volkoff’s at Kern Ave. where we went after Big Church. My parents are 84 now and they have forgotten some names and faces…
Hello Ellen: I was born and raised on Potrero Hill and nurtured by my Baba. Emma Afinsoff. I used to attend the Molokan services at 841 Carolina St., just a few doors away from 813 Carolina where we lived with my grandma. My memories of the church in the 1940s were rather scary and somewhat offputting with regard to he attitude of the men that ran the proceedings. The high points were the protection of my Baba side and the food,basically the Lapsha that was served,although I was very careful to avoid the parts in lthe bowls that were touched by the rough and hairy and sometimes off putting body odor of the men. I do not know much about my familys history and have not been in touch with anyone from my San Francisco past. As of late I have become interested in gleaning what I can about my Baba. Any information you or others may have would be greatly appreciated. I am interested only in the truth, warts and all. We are all imperfect and if we do not have the truth we have nothing. Again thank you. Sincerely David Nicholas Alexander (Afinsoff-Afinoff- Afasaniev Sp.?)
Hi David,
We had friends that went to Portrero. (We were from LA) I’ll ask my parents if they knew your baba. They are losing some of their memory (they’re 84) so I’ll see what I can find out if anything. Ha! I’m cracking up about the olfactory memories you have. I think I know what you are talking about. My mom just gave us all lopsha noodles for Christmas. Blessings…
Good Day!
I noticed that in your opening paragraph the sentence:
The Molokans (Russian: Молока́не) are a “Biblically-based” religious movement, among Russian peasants (serfs), who broke away from the Russian Orthodox Church in the 1550s.
Why did you place the term “Biblically-based” in quotation marks?
The research I’ve done would indicate they are not “Biblically-based” and in fact have a whole other book of “spiritual material” called the Spirit & Life
Unfortunately it’s neither Spirit nor Life but a compendium of anti-Biblical heresies.
What is more telling, you will find this book in most every single Molokan Church
It certainly does not have any place in any true Christian Church
If you are a Christian, I would make sure you recognize the name Molokan is not truly equated with Christianity especially in the 21st century but is more akin to a cult like Mormonism or Jehovah’s Witnesses
All the best and Blessings to you
Hi Ellen,
I am so glad that I came across your Blog. I am of Russian decent through both of my parents. They were married in Big Church. Although my parents divorced when my brother and I were young, we still would go there for weddings, funerals (doings), how I remember them being phrased as. My father and grandmother, (babunya) still attend.
When it was our weekend to go with my father he would take us to the UMCA Sunday School , in Hacienda Heights. I even attended Idyllwild Camp a few times during the summer.
As with most kids, there are different clicks of friends. Well, I was never part of one and did not have friends. I would hang out with my cousins, but as there started establishing there own friends, I got isolated. I ultimately stopped coming around and married out. I do miss the singing and seeing the Holy Spirit come through the jumping. I am sadden that my children are not aloud to experience what I grew up knowing.
Maybe your parents know my grandmother, Frances (Fuzzy) Tickenoff.
God Bless You,
Donna
Hi Donna, I’m happy you found my blog and commented here. I hope that through the saving grace of Jesus Christ you will experience the work of the Holy Spirit in your life. You can have that wherever you are when you are in relationship with Jesus Christ. Blessings on you and your children…
Hi!
I have read all these blogs and found someone who is my relative! Luba Bizaiff said her aunt’s are Dorothy, Mary, Lou and Anna. Those are my Babunyas sisters! I wasnt expecting to find someone I know on here
Thanks for opening the blog!
To Antranik:
My husband came from Armenia and we went there last month. Most of the Molokans there are Preehunee but I suppose there is some Postayanee there also. If you know any names please share them!
Nadzeshda, Happy that you could find a connection with your relatives here. Blessings…
Hello, I came across your website while searching for various Molokan names.
My grandparents (John Fred Poppin & Hazel Nick (Seminoff) Poppin) lived at 879 Rhode Island Street on Potrero Hill in San Francisco, CA. My father married ‘out’ and I did not have an opportunity to know my Russian family. Growing up in SF was tough. My family did not have a car until the 50’s, so I may have visited with my grandparents about eight times. I went to both of their funerals. That was the first time I had been in the Molokan Church and seen a Molokan funeral.
In 2000, my father was getting up in years and I offered to help him write his autobiography. It took much digging, phone calling and researching. During that time I felt more Russian than I ever have in the past. I was finding my roots, relatives and making new friends.
Andy Conovaloff started up the Molokan message board on Ancestry. That was a haven for me because during my research I had collected obituaries, marriage, and death and birth certificate transcriptions. You name it and I had it. Before I knew it I felt a calling to do more, so I concentrated on Potrero Hill and the Molokans there and beyond. I traced families and found even more relatives. There are well over 3,000 entries on the message board. Check it out………you may find something to help you with your family’s history.
My next big project was the Russian Sectarian Cemetery. My cousins Ann (Pappin) and Bill Loskutoff were ‘caretakers’ of the cemetery. I had not met my cousins and I met them at the cemetery of all places. I took digital photos of the headstones and indexed the burial plots. Those records are all on http://www.findagrave.com. Little by little I’m compiling short bios for the people buried at the cemetery and will post on the findagrave website. Many of those buried at the cemetery are my relatives.
I no longer live in California. I moved to Ocala Florida in 2003 and teach 9th grade reading. I went to Mercy High in San Francisco and CCSF for a short time. My father is George John Poppin and he taught at Galileo HS in San Francisco, CA.
I’ll be back to see what others have written. Thank you for your site.
Nancy (Poppin) Posey
Hi Nancy, I’m glad you found my blog and other sites that you find helpful to your research. My Aunt Anna married a Loscutoff. His family lived in Sheridan. Blessings….
Fascinating stuff on a group I knew nothing about. Thanks for posting this.
I found this website looking for paska recipes and i think it’s wonderful. I grew up in the Molokan church, I went to what was called hilltop church in Monterey park, CA. i really enjoyed reading all the blogs and the article. This site is wonderful!
it amazes me how many people posting on this site used to be Molokans. They reminisce about how wonderful it used to be as a Molokan, attending weddings and other social functions. Yet none bothered to marry in the church to still be part of it in the future, and now complain that their children cannot enjoy what they did. There is nothing comparable to the Molokan church in American society, and to say about Jesus in some denominational church is not an adequate replacement for Jesus in the Molokan church. A site such as this is disheartening.
I married a Molokan and so did our 3 offspring, and we love our Molokan church and actively participate in it. I feel sorry for the balance of you that only have memories.
Dan, Who is Jesus in the Molokan church? I’d love to hear what you believe about Jesus and if it’s what the Molokan church teaches about Jesus.
Its interesting how some of us Molokans by birth have the same story. When I read the above comments, it’s as though I wrote each of them. As a kid growing up, the Molokans freaked me out. The way they jumped an stuff didn’t seem normal, making me abnormal in a cold war world where any Russian was to be disdained. But one thing for sure, my grandfather, a hard core Molokan, continually preached to me, the hell and condemnation message, which I am sure eventually let to me receiving Jesus Christ, and before being saved, I had a profound respect for the Holy Spirit. Through my grandfather, I was acutely aware of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. I don’t think My grandfather (getha), knew how to lead anyone to Jesus as Savior. As at the time, any Molokan for that matter. They pounded religion into me instead of a personal relationship with God. I love being unique in that I can say, I survived the Molokans! Yes I love them too!
Wow! This is incredible. Great job. Your story is exactly like how I remember going to the church in Boyle Heights as a kid.
Ellen, you mentioned in my post #41 that you aunt Anna married a Loscutoff; they lived in Sheridan.Would you please email me and let me know who your aunt is and the name of her husband? I have many Loscutoff/Loskutoff relatives. My father lived in Sheridan when he was young. My GGM was a Popoff.
Many thanks.
I too was brought up in a Molokan Church as a Morozoff. My family still belongs to Hilltop Church in Monterey Park, CA. I was also brought up to believe that the Molokans were the way to go. I love the church, the strong beliefs, but still cant understand if you marry out your no good. Your family disowns you. I don’t believe if you marry out GOD will not like it, as long as you believe you will be saved. I am now living in PA since my divorce 4 years ago. I miss my family but am happier then I have ever been.
Hi!
I’m really glad that I found this site!!
First I would like to say that the way the original molokans believed when the Holy Spirit first was outpoured upon them was different then the way it is at the present time. In the beginning they lived by Faith and Love in God the Father, His Son Jesus Christ, through the power of the Holy Spirit. They Believed and so they acted. Presently, they act as though they believe. It has become a ritual instead of a relationship.
And most think that by fulfilling this or that, that’s all that is needed of them by God, [marrying inside the faith, going to church, speaking russian, etc...] So please don’t think that all molokans think the same. Well, that’s my two cents, Thanks again!!!!!!