- Greeting, people! - Angel smiled.
- And who might you be, we wonder? - they muttered.
- I am a son of God, - answered Angel. - I have come to aid you.
- We didn't call for you! - they have bitten.
- Of that I know, - replied Angel. - That's why I have come to you.
- Because you weren't expected? - men burst out laughing.
- No, because you would never call for me yourself.
- The stub is clear, day is ended, - they have been mocking. - We are living pretty well even without ones like you!
- Oh, that I see, - Angel has sighted. - Have already collected stones to banish us, have you?
- What was that? - a shout came from a crowd.
- Throw away your stones from the bosoms, - said Angel. - Better, if on the road.
- Well, you know, - people have choked. - What if they will still be of some use to us?
- Going to throw them in the sky, are you? - Angel smiled. - Or have you forgotten of the gravitation invisible?
- We have forgotten nothing! Of all the nature laws we are aware of, taming it!
- To tame one, you have to love one. We are responsible for the ones whom we tame.
- How very smart of you, oh our star-descended one!
- For what the reason have you brought knifes together with you? Are you going to cut yourselves in distemper, I wonder?
- Nay, we have no need to cut ourselves, oh damned one! Intended for the enemy of ours this weapon is.
- How are you expecting to distinguish friends from foes, if anger blinds minds of yours so often?
- Have no worry of that, we'll sort it all somehow with no aid from your side! We have lived much and we have known much.
- Who is that one, standing among you with a backpack that has hunched his back? Why haven't you tried to facilitate the burden of his, idly standing?
- Oh, ye are a stupid one, indeed! A stock of stones for the ones like you we have gathered in that backpack, so that they be always, well, at hand.
- Do facilitate the burden of your brother.
- We are gonna to throw that stones at ye then, foolish one!
- Try it, if minds of yours thirst for no other.
- Tally-ho, brothers! Have no mercy!
- And where is the fulfillment of your desires, throwing ones? Or haven't you been warned of the gravitation invisible?
- Oh, how terribly painful it is! Save us, ignorant ones, from those stones, flying back to us! Accelerating are those stones returning and feet of ours have stuck seriously like in a bog, and no longer can we move forward! Rescue us for we thirst for living intolerably nevertheless! Save us, we beg of you!
- Lend your hands to each other and let last ones from you take my hands, if out of bogs you are daring to get out. Carry you on my wings I will, believed ones. Hold each other tight for now to be saved!
- Why have you saved us, oh Angel, sent from the heavens?
- Whether you feel better with no stones in your possessions, I wonder?
- We didn't ask you for favors! Homes of ours are destroyed, clothes of ours are smeared in dirt - and whether by your favor, we wonder?
- Whether it was not you who have plunged yourselves straight into a swamp? What are you carrying in bosoms once again?
- Because we have dirtied ourselves in that smelly mug, then you shall be washed in it as well! Like us you will become from now on from the inside out!
- Have you no fear to turn black from the dirt of yours, I wonder?
- Tally-ho, oh brothers! Have no mercy!
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On the Wings of Hope: ProseGeneral Fiction
A collection of inspirational and philosophical short stories about life challenges, love, hope, faith, overcoming of difficulties and never giving up. May this book help you find a kind answer on the nature of the man, his strengths and weaknesses...