A friend recently told her school story.



He was in high school in the sixth or seventh grade, but I don’t remember exactly. And there was a very faithful teacher of literature. Well, of course, from time to time she said something about God, but she understood that a teacher of literature did not have to be a priest, so she tried not to bend the rod. She said at the end of the year:

Read the Bible in the summer! All of! If you don’t read what to do – the pairs I’ll put you, of course, I won’t... you’ll just burn in hell.