Three small letters from Veniamin (Fedchenkov), where he soberly writes about the end of the world. Here are a few quotes:  “The time is dangerous, the days are evil... Therefore: let us not count, but repent!”  “As for the question of the deadline, I’m even religiously afraid to start it: God have mercy on me from this insolence!  It is painfully obvious to me that my main task is salvation, in particular expressed in the need for a continuous struggle with sins, prayer, fulfillment of immediate duty and a number of other matters that are important for me and those around me. Therefore, dealing with such questions (about timing in particular) would seem to me similar to what would happen if a patient who had neglected to care about his treatment began to study: when will he die? And what will happen to him after this?