At Holy Week we walked quietly, talked quieter and ate almost nothing. Instead of tea they drank sbiten (hot water with molasses) and ate it with brown bread. In the evening we went to the monastery church, where the services were more regular and strict. Mother brought from this church the other day the words heard from a nun: - For prayer, fasting is the same as wings for a bird ...
V. Nikiforov-Volgin, "Tales of the Holy Week"
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