Petersburg, I went several times to a Roman Catholic church, but the theatrical character of the service and the absence of real feeling in it shocked me, the more so when I saw there with what simple faith some retired Polish soldier or a peasant woman would pray in a remote corner.
Kropotkin critiques the lack of genuine feeling in a Roman Catholic service compared to the sincerity he observed in a Russian church.
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