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Pen Your Pride


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-    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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