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BEST LOT
Pray of the Creator and Heaven in the Universal Demand
Of all those who are infirm, who have learned the bitterness of the most severe troubles;
So that neither the homeless nor the char, without help, did not die
From the cold, and the sir did not need bread,
From the deeds of insane human scum
The fire, suddenly bursting out, did not devour all the living ...
That in the days to come the world suffering this fell,
Not easy let, but still the best lot!
PEOPLE'S FAULT
Looking around, see the single cause of all suffering,
Evil innumerable troubles and sorrows of people
The only thing in the fault of people is in their apostasy,
In oblivion and loss of the Early Commandment,
In terms of their honor, that century after century is getting more and more vague,
All the more ghostly, in contempt in the life of their valor of the past,
Substitution of true values in it, saints,
And therefore all the futile of their undertakings.