The chosen vessel. Fighting of the spirits. Miki Lazović

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СКАЧАТЬ just do not know what to say…!” – said Zoran mistrustfully. It is as if people know what we are thinking about and what we are looking for and tell us about interesting history on this topic.”

      “Old people say: there is no smoke without fire,” – Tanya an swered him.

      “Yes, Tanya, you’re right, but look at the truth… It’s just unrealistic at the moment!”

      “Is it really possible to be so indescribably stubborn?” – Tanya asked angrily.

      “Come on, I beg of you! Good God, Marco, why did you not take someone more intelligent, but anyone who believes in any primitive tales?” – Zoran asked in an irritated tone.

      “Indeed, if you continue in such a way I’ll call the director” – threatened Marco. – Really, even here, in a cafe, where all of us can be heard, we will show our lack of culture. Let’s go easy, everyone to his room. We will see what tomorrow will bring us.”

      “To be honest, I’m looking forward for tomorrow to meet this crank!” – Said Zoran, slightly offended by Marco’s words, because he counted on his support.

      Everyone went to bed, each with his own thoughts.

      Near the monastery Zhicha[4] next to Kraljevo, the magnificent hotel “Gerdan” is located. Probably because of clean air and fatigue from a tedious journey we slept soundly, like lambs. We were awakened by the kind staff of the hotel. Morning coffee with breakfast completely renewed our strength. Cheerful, as if there had been no quarrel between us last night, we were calmly planning to go to the Zhicha monastery. A little walk and then we’ll go to the ordered session. The owner of the hotel explained the easiest way to find Micki and we went. The beauty of the monastery can not be described in words. It is necessary to feel, absorb this spirituality and realize the centuries that this relic radiates.

      Then we went to Miki. Navigation does not help here. Streets, that are not entered on any map yet, can be found only if someone is asked about them. Many times we stopped passers – by and finally we reached our destination. The house is old and near the house there is a stream. The ground floor is built of bricks and the upper one is made of wood. It reminds us of the old times when people lived at God’s discretion, without doctors and pills. Meadows and a beautiful forest were the decoration of this ancient house. On the other side, there are sheds and another wooden structure. The previous owners kept cattle in it. Everything exudes the fragrance of the past. From the bridge to this wooden house a concrete path is made, which is decorated with various colors on both sides. Later we learned that the construction of this concrete path was helped by the friend of Sarah, who lives and works in Switzerland. She came here for a massage. The path reached a small terrace. On the terrace there is a bench, a table and a bed.

      “Good afternoon” – we greeted the man who was sitting on it.

      “God gives you health,” – he replied.

      “Do you also expect a massage from Mr. Miki?” – Tanya asked.

      “No, daughter, I have already finished. I decided to sit down here, smoke a cigarette and wait until he massages my wife.”

      “Tell me, did you like how Mr. Miki massages?” – Tanya continued the conversation.

      “Listen, daughter, you can contact me as you want. As to Miki, I can say that he does not like when he is called a master. On the one hand, it’s not bad, because here you couldn’t feel excessive respect. We are all alike. Rich and poor, beautiful and ugly – we are all made from flesh and blood. About massage I can say that words and praise are not enough. It is necessary to experience this feeling in order to judge objectively.”

      Our conversation would continue, but at that moment the door opened. An elderly woman came out followed by Miki. They greeted us and then grandmother and grandfather left.

      Miki called us and we entered a room measuring about thirty square meters.

      “Sit down freely, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” – Mickey said and went away.

      We look around… On the walls, there are old paintings and several Miki’ diplomas. To the right of the door there is an iron stove and in front of it there is a table with neatly arranged clean glasses and some kind of wooden vessel with several bills, five or six eggs and as many apples. A bed and a large TV stand in the corner. To the right of the TV there is another bed and, finally, a corner sofa on the edge of which the locker is made. There were towels, bedspreads for massage, bottles and jars with different ointments in it. In the third corner, there is an electric stove and a fridge, and next to it there is a massage chair. On the left side to the very doors a wooden display case stood. Cups, plates and other dishes are neatly arranged in it. In the middle of the room there is a device and immediately behind it there is a massage bed.

      “I have to ask you – does this look like a clinic of the person who helps so many people and is able to develop brains to unimaginable boundaries?” – Zoran turned to Tanya sarcastically.

      “To be honest, I’m not impressed by what I see, but what is that is, now we’ll talk to him and see what he tells us.” I do not know why, but I still believe this person.”

      The quarrel began again, but the door opened and everyone fell silent.

      “So, none of you three came for a massage,” – Miki said. “Well, nevertheless I’ll massage you and at the same time we’ll have a little talk.” Come on, undress to the waist and lie down here “ – he was referring to Zoran. He pointed out how to place the head and legs. You know, Zoran, why did I choose to massage you first?”

      “I do not know,” – Zoran replied, shrugging his shoulders and removing his knitted shirt.

      “Lie down, I’ll tell you everything calmly. – Zoran lay down and Miki put an ointment on his back and began to talk. – Actually, I should be angry with you because you directed your negative energy towards me.”

      It was possible to guess which expression Zoran had. It was lucky that at that moment it was already in the opening of the table and nothing was visible.

      “And my grandpa Gatso used to say: “Because of stupid Nikola do not ever abuse St. Nicholas!” Now I will explain to you why I understand you. At each step hundreds of herbalists and healers and they promise to do this and that, they say that almost dead people are being resurrected from their graves. In the end, when you take away money, all promises evaporate. Therefore, I understand your attitude towards me. You should succeed in this business, because you have some subtle instinct that guides the truth, and, in spite of the complexity of the task, it will always lead to the goal” – he turned to Tanya.

      “Quite right! – Said Marco. – That’s why the director decided to send her with us in the group.”

      “I see and I know that you came here with the intention of reaching some information, but not massage,” – Miki said, and they thought that before them there was a prophet who from their subconsciously reads everything they want to know. I’m not sure if I have time to tell you something while I’m still here, because in about fifteen days I’m leaving for Germany to help my friends there.” They come from Russia, but live in Germany. You see, almost every day people come to me for a massage. Patients will interrupt us, but I’ll try to combine everything, – Miki explained massaging Zoran. Keep in mind, if I start talking about my grandfather Gatso, it will not be a short story for a couple of hours. You will have to spend here much longer than you planned. Therefore, I suggest you move here, so that you do not spend money СКАЧАТЬ