Book: Bell

And do not indulge in the sin of overeating.

On that day, the old year lived its last hours. He humbly endured the reproaches and slander of slanderers and honestly did his job. Spring Summer Autumn Winter. He completed the required circle and now bowed his tired head to eternal rest. He himself knew neither hopes, nor high impulses, nor lasting happiness.

I just don’t know what we poor people will get to. God grant that we achieve something good in the new year, fortunately it is coming!

There is nothing in the world as constant as lunchtime, and there is nothing in the world as fickle as lunch.

There are not many people, and since it is desirable from the very beginning to eliminate possible misunderstandings between the narrator and the reader, I ask you to note that I apply my statement not only to young people or small children, but to absolutely all people, children and adults, old and young , those that are still stretching upward, and those that are already growing downwards - there are few, I repeat, there are people who would agree to sleep in a church. I don't say - on a hot summer day, during a sermon, no, I mean at night and all alone.