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“There is nothing more dangerous than an insidious enemy, but there is nothing more poisonous than a feigned friend.”

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Gregory Skovoroda
Gregory Skovoroda

Gregory Skovoroda was an 18th-century philosopher known for his profound moral and religious philosophy, which had a significant impact on Orthodox philosophy and Russian philosophy. more

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