"It is a pity for evil, encountered with a big, great evil ..."
From the lyrics of this fall I do not feel sorry for the good - what to regret good? I feel sorry for the evil. Calls for pity for itself like My sinful language. I feel sorry for the dog that barks at everyone, Seeing that duty As long as she suddenly does not run out, For example, a wolf. It’s a pity when it cries "I will no longer!" Formal Baal. I did not know Francis, I did not meet the Buddha, And he knew such.