“… Lack of respect for the elderly.”
Artiom was ready to turn onto his side, and, his head hanging down, to spit in Vasilii Petrovich’s face, who lay there on the bottom, but he was afraid that the fish would tear him apart from within.
I have sinned by hatred and anger, by wishing evil on others, by malice. Yes. Wrath. Yes. I have cursed people near and far. Yes. I have sinned by gossiping. Yes. I have sinned by envy. Yes. Falsehood. Yes. Boasting. Yes. Condemnation. Yes. Flattery. Yes. Mockery and shamelessness. Yes. Eavesdropping and seeking out others’ secrets. Yes, yes, yes.
“I have sinned by willful or unwilling murder!” Father Zinovii called.
“It’s like an auction!” Artiom laughed aloud. “I’ll take that one! And that one! Willful murder! Hey! That one’s mine!”
“Vladychka!” some
