charity [Theme]

“This is a generous gift from my parishioners.

… I try not to borrow. First you ask for a loan, then you ask for alms ...

First of all, for God's sake and the soul, fear have of God in your heart and alms submit not poor, is because the beginning of any good.

The children tried to appeal to the conscience of passers-by, urging: "We really are very, very hungry. We have not eaten. Give us a piece of bread or even a potato or an onion, to live at least until tomorrow."
But almost no one had this one bulb, and those who it was - didn't have a heart. The war turned him to stone.

A thin, weak voice they sang about a young soldier wounded on the battlefield, dying all alone and calling: "Mother!" But mom's not around. It is far and not know that the son dies, it shakes only mother earth, soothing rustle of trees and herbs: "Sleep, son, sleep, my love!", and instead of the cross of merit to the dead chest falls from the tree the flower is its only reward.

Estonia is a circus juggler, performing complex acrobatic figures on the geopolitical tightrope. Left foot Tallinn restrains indifferent Moscow, which, in spite of svidomo nezalezhnikam, all did not wish again to bring Estonians to his neck. Parallel left hand equilibrist blowing twists Brussels trying to impose Tallinn quota on the admission of migrants.
The second hand Estonians are pulling towards the same klyatyh Muscovites, which allegedly constrain the foot. Waving his hand in the hope of economic benefits from cooperation with the coveted invaders.
What's left, given that one foot must somehow stand on the rope? Ass? Tallinn makes it difficult draft motion addressed to the tolerant Finns and Scandinavians, whose investments, in fact, held until now the Estonian economy square.