And again, after praying,
Forgive family and friends
For thoughts bad and low ...
The candle burns,
In the heart of a fire thoughts roam.
Light will go out and you will be bad.
In life, we pick our way capriciously,
It's not like that, neither is it for us ...
And the icons in the church look with reproach,
In our discontented all faces.
In a whisper, over heads,
It breaks the truth of a wave of sins,
In such a difficult battle.
From churches, yes across the district,
After the service, it is carried by incense.
Suddenly, someone will flounce nearby in fright.
That sly, unexpectedly-unexpectedly.
From the forehead, yes into the belt,
From shoulder to shoulder.
Tearing his conscience,
From sin I cry.
In a bow obediently
Having broken your knees
In the prayers.
The heart will be wrinkled from sins,
But the soul will cry in repentance.
And will save thoughts from shackles,
The former life is cursed.
"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go