-One of Hieromonk Anthimos’ great virtues was the gift he had in the matter of fasting: he could fast for days on end! He went once to the Russian monastery before the Holy Apostles' fast, utterly exhausted. The monk on duty received him with great joy and prepared something for him to eat. The Elder began to eat, while the monk who was waiting on table went in and out. He looked at the Elder, who was munching away all the time, and passed judgement on him: "Such a withered up, weak monk, yet he can eat so much!" Upset by those thoughts of condemnation, the monk went to his cell. When Father Anthimos had finished his food, he went and sat at the door of the monk's cell. Seeing his friend troubled by those thoughts, he took pity on him. In order to help him, he was compelled to tell him why he had eaten so much, so that he would be more careful about judging other people. (We can also learn from this and avoid judging people) Taking him by the hand, he asked him:
"Brother, do you perhaps know what humblemindedness is?"
Out of constraint, the Brother answered:
"No, I don't."Then the Elder said to him:
"Humblemindedness constitutes this: in not judging anybody, but in thinking yourself worse than everybody. See, just now you went astray and judged me because I was eating so much. But what you don't know is how many days I have gone without eating at all. Do you remember the last time I was here and had something to eat?"
The Brother replied:
"I remember, Father. You were here with us on Sunday of Thomas and you ate. But I haven't seen you since."
The Elder said to him:
"Well, now you see how many days I spent without eating.” In other words, he had not eaten from Sunday of Thomas until the beginning of the Apostle’s fast-about 7 weeks!
-Father Tychon paid no attention to the cleaning of his cell, for a bed he had three wood planks with a ragged blanket spread over them for a mattress. On top, he had an old cover with the cotton coming out in places. The mice used to take the cotton to make their nests. On his poor imitation of a pillow, he had the Gospel and a book of homilies by Saint John Chrysostom. The floor of his cell was actually made of planks, though it seemed to have been plastered over, because he never swept it and, over the years, the mud he had brought in from outside together with the hairs from his head and beard had formed a proper plaster.
The Elder had reached a very high state of spirituality! His soul had become extremely sensitive, but he had also achieved bodily insensitivity in order to have his mind constantly on God; he was not at all troubled by the flies, the mosquitoes and the fleas, which he had by the thousands. His body was punctured all over, and his clothes were covered in red spots. The thought occurs to me that even if the insects had drawn his blood with syringes, he still would not have felt it. In his cell, everything moved freely, from insects to mice. A monk once said to him, when he saw the mice at play:
"Elder, would you like me to bring you a cat?" Father Tychon replied:
"No, my child. I have a cat, one and a half times as big as a cat. It comes here; I feed it; I stroke it; and then off it goes to its den down in the hollow and relaxes." It was a fox, which used to visit the Elder regularly, like a good neighbour.
He also had a wild sow which used to bear a litter every year next to his garden fence, so that he would protect her. Whenever he saw hunters moving about in the neighbourhood, Father Tychon would tell them:
"My children, there aren't any big boar around here. Best be on your way."
The hunters would think there were no wild boar in the area and go away.
The holy Elder, like a good father, would feed men spiritually, while feeding the large wild animals from the little food he had and filling them even more with his great love. He would also allow the small insects to suck the little blood he had.