When I was a student, I lived in a dormitory. I think, if not everyone, many are familiar with this condition: you want to eat, but there is no money. My studenthood fell to the most democratic era, when everything was possible, but the people had no money for anything. Accordingly, the wacht in the dormitory had a purely nominal name and the babockerbers had not yet stood on the wacht. Two Korean women came to us in common (why Korean women - even kill, I still don't understand). They speak of God, they speak of themselves, they speak of themselves. And there they met me. It was evening, there was nothing to do. Asked if I believed in God, I said no. Here they had their eyes and shimmered, they began to persuade me to go to visit them – they live nearby, to talk about God, to eat what He sent... The last argument proved to be decisive. I followed them, and the truth was not far away. By the way, I was in that company not alone, three other girls went with us, talking about God.

Now I remember vaguely what they were telling us there, but the girl was clearly stuck. I was waiting for the promised food. Finally we sat down at the table, the Korean women started praying for something, the results of the seminar? The Dispute? The lectures? to bring the flock to thee, and to ask him how close he is to God. And all these high-spiritual conversations were periodically silenced by my grumbling, and requests to give me a salad. I don’t remember what I talked to them about, but I ate at the time.

In the future, they came to us several times hostel, some of the girls brought to themselves many times, but never called me again. When I asked why you don’t take me with you, they explained that I don’t believe in God too much and they can’t do anything about it)))