Book: The gadfly. Page 5

- Do not attach all that much attention. I think I portrayed his past in too bleak a light. In fact, the first half of the year was not so bad: I was young, strong and quite successfully out of the difficulties, while the sailor don't hurt me... After that I could no longer find work. It's amazing, the perfect weapon might be a crowbar in the right hands!

- Shall I go on? - he asked after a moment.
- If... if you want... But the memories are painful for you.
- And you think I forget about it when silent? That's even worse. But I was not plagued by the memories. No, the scary thing is that I lost all power over himself.

- And what did the others? Were they all afraid of one Lascar?
He looked at her and laughed.
- The rest! The players and the people of the house? How do you not understand! I was their servant, property. They surrounded us and, of course, was delighted by such a spectacle. They look for such things as fun. Of course, in that case, if the actor is someone else.

What suffering will compare with this: you want to forgive, eager to forgive and know that it's hopeless, that can not be forgiven, forgive not dare.

The stone lying on the road, you may have the best intentions, but still it should be removed...

The more complex the task, the more reason now to proceed with it.

Arthur knelt down and bent over the edge of a precipice. Huge pine trees, shrouded in the evening dusk, stood like sentinels along the narrow river banks. A minute passed - the sun, red as a glowing coal, dipped behind a jagged rock, and all around went out. Something dark, menacing loomed over the valley. Cliffs in the West, protruded into the sky like a Fang of some monstrous beast, which here-here will rush on its prey and carried it down to resvertol mouth of the abyss, where the forest muffled moaning in the wind. Tall pine trees with a sharp knife rose up to the sky, whispering almost inaudibly: "Fall on us!". Mountain stream seethed and bubbled in the dark, in inescapable despair, rushing to the stone walls of his prison.
- Padre! Arthur stood up, startled, recoiled from the abyss. - It's like hell!
- No, my son, - said softly she spoke, is like a human soul.
- On the souls of those who are wandering in darkness and death, who strikes with his wing?
- On the souls of those whom you daily meet on the streets.

Great revolutions are not made in one day.

Montanelli turned to the crucifix:
- My God! Can you hear me?..
His voice froze in deep silence. There was no answer. Evil demon awoke again in the Gadfly:
- Mr. louder call! Maybe he's sleeping.

In the gospel of St. John it is written: "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son so that the world might be saved through him." Today we celebrate the body and blood of the Redeemer, who died for you, the lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world, the only son of God who died for your sins. You are going to eat of the sacrifices you and thank God for that. And I know that morning when you were going to eat of the body of the Redeemer, your hearts were filled with joy and you remembered the sufferings of God the son who died for your salvation.
But who of you thought about the suffering of God the father, who gave to be crucified on the cross of his son? Any of you thought about the torment his father, who looked to Calvary, from the height of his heavenly throne?
I watched you today when you walked in solemn procession, and see how you exulted in your heart that opustitsya you your sins, and rejoiced in his salvation. And here I ask you: think about what price it was purchased. Great price! It exceeds the price of rubies, for it is the price of blood.