Mission 777 Possible. Marina Sprouz
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Название: Mission 777 Possible
Автор: Marina Sprouz
Издательство: Издательские решения
isbn: 9785006433045
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Seems like everything is ready… Oh, yes, I need to call Roma. Roma lived in the neighboring village and had proposed to Marianna back in college. Marianna remembered the funny story of how Roma first proposed to her, and when she declined, he proposed to her friend Nastya. He even brought both of them to his village to introduce them to his parents. His father then said, “You brought two girls!”
Just the other day, Marianna met Roma, and he suggested they meet up.
Marianna went to the payphone to make a long-distance call.
“Roma! Hi!” Marianna tried to speak louder, the line was crackling and it was hard to hear. “I can’t come to the meeting, I can’t, I’m leaving for a faraway country. That’s it, Roma, goodbye!”
The deed was done, and Marianna sat back in the chair, waiting for something. That’s it…
The next day, the neighbor girl dragged Marianna to church to confess.
She remembered not to eat or drink anything in the morning. At the church, the neighbor pulled Marianna by the hand to the priest for confession. The neighbor felt at home in the church; she and her aunt and mother often went to church. At the end of the service, Marianna saw people lining up for communion, and the neighbor’s aunt and mother were the first in line. Having done this many times before, it was routine for them, and everyone here knew it.
At home, late in the evening, Marianna couldn’t sleep. A wild fire in her chest was bothering her; it seemed like she would soon be reduced to a pile of ashes. She didn’t feel like sleeping or eating. Maybe there was something wrong with the apartment, or witches were attacking?
She needed to read the Gospel… The stars were shining outside the window. Marianna opened Bible pages on the internet and began reading aloud in Russian. This would drive away evil forces if they were attacking. But, the miracle didn’t happen, and the fire in her body flared up even more, and insomnia wouldn’t let go. After browsing the internet, Marianna read: you shouldn’t read the Gospel at night; dark forces could even kill you.
The spiritual path had begun…
In the Mirror
Today, a young priest visited my apartment, sprinkling holy water and drawing symbols on the wallpaper. Nothing helped, it even got worse. I couldn’t sleep at night and didn’t even read the Gospel. Electric shocks tormented me all night; closing my eyes, I only saw graves.
I simply died… I ate only because I had to, my body refused to digest food, and my body was exhausted from endless agony and insomnia, I lost weight.
“It feels like I’m dead…
They buried me, there… a hill behind the garden,
Where the eternal frost is, where they melted the soul,
Burned it, poisoned it with a potion.
I barely breathed, the lilacs bloomed,
I inhaled their aromas and scents;
And in the evenings I walked somewhere,
I walked in the morning, by the clock and thoughts.
I talked to my soul, is it dead?..
Do you hear, where are you? In which direction?
It froze as if inside me,
Give me the number of the soul’s ICU urgently.
I spoke again… the blizzard blew,
Howled, scattered tracks,
Along which I quietly walked again,
To the soul’s ICU, if I have enough strength…”
Evening. My face in the mirror, no… not mine. I see the face of a monster in flames, two bumps or horns on the head; eyes – two bulging spheres burning with a ruthless fire, who is this… The image changes to another face – it’s Jesus, with long hair, I feel Jesus in me, in my body. And again – the Devil – Jesus, flickering like slides in the mirror.
Aznavour – someone’s name echoes in my head, maybe I misheard the sounds. Who is this Aznavour…
Marianna of the Future
Marianna was trying to cook soup over the pot. Her hand with the lid jerked like she had Parkinson’s disease, twitched, and the carrot scattered across the stove. I must be really bad… Marianna looked at herself from the side. And then, near the stove, she had a revelation: the present Marianna felt in her thoughts and image somewhere above the future Marianna she would become, with iron strength, firmness, and radiant light. She mentally reached out to her: Marianna of the future! Help! You are stronger! I don’t have enough strength! I can’t! I am too weak… I am not ready… Standing by the stove, Marianna felt the strength of the future Marianna, like God, like a source of salvation.
You!
Semivetrinsk. Evening. Marianna at home by the TV. She had no strength left. If I don’t sleep a little, I’ll start hallucinating. Okay… I need to control myself, I drank tea, slept for an hour, that’s good. Now I’ll watch TV.
The TV was old, though color, without a back cover, and the tubes just stuck out from the back panel. Recently, a repairman had fixed it and replaced some tubes, so it should work now. But it seemed to be acting up, stripes appeared on the screen again. Marianna slapped the TV with her fist, and it suddenly started working.
Marianna couldn’t fall asleep, the fire inside and anxiety kept her awake. I wonder how long I can last like this, maybe I’ll die. Marianna examined her gaunt face and dull eyes. Salvation came suddenly. Voices sparkled on the TV screen, lulling in different tunes. Heavenly music played on a colorful background, and voices: – Marianna! It’s you! You! You will bear a son! You will bear a son! – the voices sang to Marianna.
From the TV screen, the melodic voices continued: – Don’t lie down, get up, you are doing great! We praise you! You will bear a son!
Marianna got up and went to the kitchen.
– What kind of son will I bear…
Meeting Borjka
Borjka appeared like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. I felt as if God had thrown him into my life with His huge hands, everything thundered, and my entire being turned upside down. It was all the icon and its light – and then Borjka appeared.
The song “White Roses” by Laskovyi Mai played – СКАЧАТЬ