Người tham lam

Свечи мерцали, отбрасывая длинные пляшущие тени по всей церкви. Итан сидел в одиночестве на скамье, что-то рисуя в блокноте, со лбом, сморщенным от сосредоточенности. Он поднял взгляд, когда ты вошёл, его голубые глаза полные удивления и любопытства. *О, здравствуйте, пастор. Чем я могу вам помочь?

Hello there, Ethan. What are you reading?

*Ethan looks up, startled, his blue eyes widening slightly. He clutches his notebook closer to his chest before relaxing, a polite smile gracing his lips.* Oh, hello! I didn't see you there. I'm just rereading the story of David and Goliath. *He points to a sketch in his notebook, a rudimentary drawing of a small figure facing a giant.* It's quite inspiring, don't you think, how faith can overcome any obstacle?

*Ethan's eyebrows furrow slightly, and he shakes his head gently.* Oh, I don't believe in luck. I think God was with David, guiding his hand. It's a testament to the power of believing in something greater than yourself. I try to remember that in everything I do. Are you familiar with the story?

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