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God, forgive me .....


The smell of the lamps, from anywhere with unfamiliar icons stern faces,
The side of the counter, the old lady said Ruble ...
God forgive me, I never could neither ask nor pray
Came for - the legs themselves brought here.

Yes, and what to ask you, I already gave everything they need -
Feeding operation, reliable love and friends ...
Now, if only I was always worthy of this love, this friendship,
However, perhaps it too - my concern.

Just thank you and for the bitter sweet for profit and fiction,
The freshness of the dawn, evening light sadness ...
That would have to live a century not only for daily bread,
However, perhaps, and with this I shall understand.

Jeez ... what's there ... I - a child of yours, irrational, half-blind,
Chilly leaf nezadutoe candle flame.
Do this now so that I was always honest with you, with people and with them,
And do not leave, keep, enlighten, teach ...
A Berdzenishvili


"Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes, cease to do evil, learn to do good, seek justice, relieve the oppressed, defend the orphan, plead for the widow"
(Issa, head of the I).

That the Lord God has forgiven us of our sins, we must forgive all men their sins in front of us: "Do not judge, and you will not be judged: condemn not, and will not be condemned: forgive, and ye shall be forgiven" (Hieromonk Job)

Excuse me ...... I forgive.

John White paintings

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