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Cibin-1914-

SATINIC-

Well, you're right, I cried a lot. It was very difficult for me to confess.

Come on, cheer up little girl. Things aren't as bad as they used to be anymore.

Is it so important that the priest warns me?

The village priest used to take my hands in his hands."Remember, my child, everything changes, the wheels of good revolve around evil and the wheels of evil turn around good. But Jesus Christ made a condition for us. We may be in pain, but we will not be alone in our suffering. A spiritual knight always helps us. "

I was only fourteen years old, but I did not tell this thought to the village priest, but I can share it with you. I did not want to make any covenant with God, as our father watched the crucifixion and death of his only holy son, as with Isaac and Abraham. He had to be resurrected after death.

What was the purpose of his crucifixion? God can make a deal with humanity to get the attention of the fathers, but this agreement does not fulfill our terms.

It is not included in what we need to know as God's holy sight.

A mouse ran happily through the thick grass at the edge of the bushes, like a tiny sparrow with newly sprouted wings. I thought it was a mouse rustling in the grass, but it was a bird. The bird or mouse was free after all. Suddenly, among the green grass, my eyes met yellow and red flowers. These colors maybe it will be the color of free Armenia in the future, but I think my life will not be enough, yellow, red and blue sky color for example.

For a moment, I felt the grass swaying slightly in the wind, spreading the green color around, and at that moment I felt that I was not alone on the road. There was a woman coming towards me with a basket full of eggs. There was a woman in the distance behind her, two people walking into the field with scythes on their shoulders. As the men walked, it was as if they were performing monotonous work movements. their shoulders were swaying. They passed in front of me while I was sitting on the stone. When they passed me, I stood up and pointed the stick in my hand; I began to walk behind them. As the pastor said, if I was a good Christian, the great Jesus would follow me in my steps; as I had done many times before, I could do it now. As I prayed for hours in blessed words, I was amazed at how the meaning changed with each repetition and the relief that filled me. The word "our" was expanding from the various green grasses around to the rough road and to our great lord. Even if God sends his son to death, my arms were opened towards Him as a child opens for his father. .Heaven is now It was standing inside me, not somewhere in the sky, but in the smell of mown grass among the trees.

The road forked ahead. While I was waiting to decide which way to go, I made a hollow in the ground with the stick in my hand. In the west, the sky was descending as if the clouds had turned gray. The storm was coming. I got rid of the panic that appeared in me. I changed my feet and waited at the "Y". Here in the small fountain was the crucified Christ, the great Jesus with bleeding hands. I had heard that there was a saint in Italy with a stigmata placed on his palms. After his body decayed, his grave was opened and the nails were removed. The saint was sleeping peacefully with a sweet smile on his face. People believed that these nails were healing.

With the poke of the "perfecta" in me, I turned to the left and remembered the friends of God. There was no symbol of our great lord's hanging and bleeding body.

Some people, including Muslims, believe that our Lord did not die on the cross. I don't know what to believe. I see them as a person who believes in Alawism, which is a sect. it was underused, the grass covered not only the bumps in the middle of the road, but also the ruts caused by the cars. I noticed that the air was starting to cool and a trail appeared against the gray clouds gathering in the sky. I shuddered at the thought of spending the night.

Up from the bottom of the road came a carriage and a farmer, pulled by a gray horse with its long white tail rubbing against its muddy heels.

-You look tired as you climbed the hill, he said, looking at me. I looked at him too. Thanks to your kindness, I would like to rest my feet for a while.

"It's good to get one's feet off the ground," I said, quietly climbing up the hill, using the time to look around and collect my hair and wonder why my heart was singing uncontrollably. I realized you were as rough as a cook's hands. He was like a sausage on my lap.

Broken nails were filled with filth and her skin was burning red. She remembered for a moment that the hands of the nobles were cleaned with milk in the Middle Ages. We used to comb our hair with Baiona, paint our lips, and put on our milk-colored gloves and dance in the courtyard.