Character: Hadassah. Page 1

... Without his permission I nothing in the house can do, and I'm sick of this. How I wish that my father were Friends. Octavia can do whatever she likes.
Sometimes this freedom is not talking about love of parents, and about her absence.

I don't believe that the main goal in life is to be happy. She is to serve. In order to be useful.

We all serve someone or something, my Lord.

- Bless you God for your mercy, she said, and kissed the hand of a warrior.
He withdrew his hand.
- You already thanked me once. Remember? I gave you beans, and you... - he smiled. I've been watching you pray. Mile after mile, month after month. What sense is in it for you?
Her eyes filled with tears.
- What's the point? he asked, this time angrily, obviously wanting to hear her answer.
- Don't know yet.

Hadassah sat down on the hillside. She sat alone, not associating with anyone. Her head bowed, she squeezed in her hands gave her grain. Feelings overwhelmed her.
"You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies", - she whispered sadly, and wept.