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Мonasteries, spiritual peaks in virgin forests, only a fair is just a fair of abomination, rudeness, and roughness. Why are we so doomed, I ask, between the temples and the mud, the spirit of the Bulgarian to wander disgraced, yearning for an ideal? Can not find balance, in harmony to exalt, and the monasteries are silent and judged are you human or not?