They’re singing for vespers, and how carefully that merchant crosses himself! as if he were afraid of missing something.
Leo Tolstoy. Anna Karenina (1878)
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Church; you don't go to mass or vespers; you sleep till midday. . . . Why do you come here? . . . You come with a God of your own into a monastery you have nothing to do with, and you imagine that the monks look upon it as a very great honour.
Anton Chekhov. The Duel and Other Stories
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The sun is not so hot now and I must prepare for the afternoon classes and vesper service.
Alice Walker. The Color Purple, p.140 (1982)
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He did not go to vespers. He did not go to compline either.