Every time praying for the alive and dead I always specially remember two names that got written in my memorial book on July 20^th, 1902: Andrew and his son, whose name God knows. And every time a terrible event of their death, which was an obvious proof of punishment from God, rises up in my memory. May the Lord God forgive them for their martyr death, for the prayers of the Church, and, who knows, maybe their horrible example will serve to salvation and repentance of some lost souls.

Lord forgive and save us all!

At the time when it happened I was still a quite wealthy farmer. And there was a worker amongst all that worked for me, who lived in a nearby village, his name was Andrew Marin. Sometimes, when he wanted, he could be the best worker ever, but when hi did not, no matter what you do, he won’t change. I had pity on that guy, he was still very young, maybe 25-28 y.o. and I always thought that he’d straighten up when he gets older, and I would work on him until I make him change. I was young myself and had a lot of hopes in myself...

Andrew barely made it the first year; served his term and came to get hired for the second one and asking for a raise, but my foreman was telling me:

"Don’t hire him, master, he’s no good and won’t change. What good is a man who beats his own mother when drunk? She’s been complaining to all local authorities, but the times are now that a widow can’t find any help. Don’t hire Marin!"

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