Не будите спящих - Странник
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Branches of dry trees throw shadows, wind let the bare walls where there is no sun, where the moonlight cannot be seen. The mice are scraping in the corners. Who breathes so hard there? Giving an echo among the silence from the ceiling down a drop of water. Crows is circling over the raw dungeon, with chains of steel hands stuck, the gray -haired old man is exhausted by hunger, hanging his head, trembles from the cold, hellish torment is nearing the end, his body will be devoted to the fire tomorrow at noon among hundreds of eyes, he will see the sun for the last time as if he had come down from heaven. (so people said) who was lost in life (he cheated on their fate) as if people had come down from heaven (people unknown to say so) who got lost in life (... he cheated on their fate) Who is he is such an unknown wanderer? Rumors walked that a messenger from the sky. 18 years to him ... gray hair, with a young soul, with the face of an old man. He wandered around the village and that helped who, hope, lost love. He brought people a smile and joy to the houses, in return did not ask for anything. Alien diseases embodied in themselves, the people had fun, and the elder suffered. Hungry fed, the last to share. Where did he come from and where was he born? Strives for what why does he need this? The old man fell silent, moving away from the answer. It was not for years, but a day by day, the young guy with the face of the old man seemed to go down from heaven (as people said) who was lost in life (he cheated on their fate) as if he had come down from heaven (the wanderer unknown people said so) who got lost in life (... He cheated on their fate) People seemed to pray to God for the old man, envy tortured the evil king. Who gave him rights and who is he? To decide fate who is the king here?! I did not think for a long time, I decided everything at a time. The mountains of jewelry, gold proposed, to people to the fools - half of the kingdom, power and freedom in return for the soul of an old man. The passion of profit does not give their hands to peace, people are puzzled, plunged with their heads: to be good, kind, or half, give the wanderer a blow to the back. The goals are set, at the limit of the nerves. The traps are stretched out - they are waiting for their victim, the unknown wanderer is driven into a dead end, the hunt is over, the old man is caught over the raw dungeon Raven, with chains of steel hands, the evil king did not hold the promise, the stupid people sold their conscience as if he had come down from heaven (people said) Who was lost in life (he cheated on their fate) as if people went down from heaven (people unknown to say so) who got lost in life (... he cheated on their fate) The stupid people sold their conscience