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The days of St. are over. Pentecostals! Now everyone sit down and take stock - what was in the beginning and what is now? There was a purchase: well, what was the proceeds? Is there even a small profit? We entered the lists: well, did we chase and, having chased, did we achieve what we expected? The fight was declared: well, did we arm ourselves, did we fight, and having fought, did we fall or win? Attentive and cheerful fasters, who have labored with a contrite and humble heart, of course, looking back, cannot help but rejoice. For us, careless and carnivorous, who only bothered about sweets and pleasures, there is always nothing but shame on our faces. And even this is not there. Others are beaten, and it does not hurt them, because they have copper foreheads and iron necks.
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