And anyway, I'm late for confession ...

(Here is a real Christian story for you!)

“I went to one monastery for vigil and confession. Came to the beginning, but really wanted to eat. And there, not far from the entrance, a monastery stall with baked goods, tea, coffee and all sorts of other goodies. She took a turn, and when she just came, a peasant climbs in front of me. "I have already defended, I have just taken it, so please, etc., etc." Disgusting man! Skinhead, in Ponte. Wallet thicker than my bag, where everything is placed. Cologne trail ... - I'm a coffee! - He speaks. - Two! - Soluble? - Asks the saleswoman. - I am a natural and the best, - understand a man. And "shaved" still ordered some pies, cakes, something else ... "What, the wife can not bake, or a lover? - I thought to myself. “And anyway, I'm late for confession.” And I cast such glances at him that he should simply burn to ashes. But he didn’t even pay attention to me — not his flight. Finally, he took everything he wanted and went out. I drink tea, I look out the window. And I see how this arrogant man gives his “the best natural coffee” to homeless people. They are located nearby. And their pies with cakes. I already choked. I could not stand it, I approached them. - Did you buy everything for them? - Yes! Today is my birthday. I treat here. Sniffed - like sober. - Congratulations! Can I stand here with you? (Interestingly). - Wait, of course. Ears pricked up, and he bomzhikov asks what happened to them, etc. Two old church women pulled up to our "company". They also went to the monastery. And they began to say bomzhikam that, like, you can't live like this, you have to work. Well, I support ... And this guy, while we were preaching, lifted the pant leg to one homeless person, and the whole leg was rotten, smelly. He feels her. Straight with bare hands. I already could not stand it: - You are not afraid? - I'm a doctor, - he says. I looked around, wrote some medicine on a piece of paper and gave the bum money for it. I look at the uncle, and after all the normal muzhik. Good eyes. And what I just did not think about him. And the homeless - happy. Coffee cakes are bursting ... And I trudged to my confession. Just to sense something ... "

Elena Kucherenko