– Hi.
I turned around. Michaelis was standing behind me. Hastily, I stubbed out the smoldering cigarette into the small ashtray I used to carry around so as not to scatter cigarette butts everywhere.
– Hello, – for some reason it became light and light again. All fears and doubts receded. Even though it seemed strange, it didn’t bother me.
– How are you? He stepped closer and sat next to her, crossing his legs at the ankles. Michaelis was not afraid to sit on the very edge. It was as if he didn’t know the feeling of fear at all.
I sighed. For some reason, I wanted to share my experiences and thoughts, but it’s stupid to dump everything on a person you hardly know. He was sitting very close and I could smell the incredible scent from his hair. Something subtly familiar and so dear, as if from childhood, warm and cozy.
“You can share your feelings with me,” he said calmly and seemed to trigger some kind of lever in me.
“I almost got hit by a car today, due to my own inattention,” I began. – A moment before the collision, I felt like someone was pulling me out from under the wheels. Such a strange feeling. But no one was around. And that’s how it might seem. Yes, but I clearly felt how my jacket was pulled, – I rolled my eyes. “We’re kind of taught magic here,” I nodded at the textbook. – And it feels like I’ll either get schizophrenic or… I don’t know. Maybe I’m overthinking this?
– So it’s important to you, Elizabeth.
I didn’t show how everything inside me turned to stone at the mention of my real name. Michaelis did not seem to pay attention to this, continuing his thought.
“Perhaps you were not destined to die that day. The world is more complicated and simpler than any of us can imagine. What is an incredible set of circumstances for one person may be just a job for someone else.
Michaelis shook his head from side to side.
“You should rest,” he finished softly. I agreed. Almost leaving the roof, I turned around and could have sworn that I saw subtle wings behind Michaelis. Six wings.
– Second chapter-
At the very least
Angels are not indifferent executors of the will of God;
they “rejoice over every penitent sinner”
OK. 15:10, that is, they are sincerely interested that the will of God be carried out;
Angelic beings live in our time
(they cannot look into the future or travel from here to the past)
and limited by our space.
– Mom, pour me some tea, please, – Michael smiled charmingly. The woman, not hiding her disposition, began to hastily pour tea into mugs, but noticing the sadness in the guy’s eyes, she sympathetically asked:
– Have a fight?!
– I went too far… I’m constantly jealous, I can’t help myself, – he admitted. – I know it’s my fault. Got pissed off by accident.
Nodding, he took a sip of his cup of tea.
“Well, don’t touch her yet, it will cool down, later and make peace,” the woman smiled sympathetically. She, like many, liked Michael and she appreciated the directness in his words and actions. Knowing also the parents of a teenager, the woman created a positive image.
He shook his head and asked:
– What kind of tea? I’m too calm.
– It’s melissa with chamomile. Chamomile is soothing. I dry it on purpose. The only thing that helps me calmly fill out accounting reports and go to parent-teacher meetings.
– I left, I’ll take a walk with my girlfriends, – Elizabeth muttered angrily, deliberately ignoring Michael.
“Don’t forget the scarf, you’ll catch a cold,” the guy reminded him carefully, looking at the girl with loving eyes and knowing that just a little bit the girl catches a cold and gets sick.
“I’ll figure it out without you,” she snapped.
“Yes,” Mom slammed her hand on the table. – She wrapped herself in a scarf to the very tonsils. And you let’s gnaw chamomile.
With a displeased snort, Elizabeth still wound the charm over the collar of her jacket.
– And call when you get home, – the guy looked at his watch, realizing that the anger at him had not yet gone. It was time for him to get ready, in the evening he needed to help his mother around the house and solve more problems, preparing for the future exam.
Elizabeth ignored him and ran away. Emotionally slapping his open palm with his fist, Michael noticed that the chamomile still works. It was only at home that he found a package with herbs and instructions for use in his backpack – his mother Elizabeth carefully wrapped daisies for him. She also called him, saying that her daughter had come home and was visiting Svetka. Sincerely thanking, the guy calmly started preparing for the exams. Matters of the heart are important, but it was not worth abandoning your studies either.
– Chapter 3-
Monday kids
Seraphim surround the throne of the Lord,
protect it, praise the Lord with their songs.
The main duty of the Cherubim is to guide people to the faith.
Cherubim stand at the gates of paradise. They have more than one
and immediately four faces looking in four directions:
human, eagle, bull and lion
The couple seemed to drag on longer than usual. Perhaps due to the fact that I spent the weekend reading the ill-fated textbook, I was bored at the lecture today. Until now, it all seemed like nonsense. Starting with wings. I was afraid to ask myself the main question, realizing that this could be the beginning of my mental disorders (or their continuation). I even started taking motherwort, hoping that it would help, but realizing that I saw what I saw. And I didn’t want to go into deep thought.
Batiushka talked about the peculiarities of religions, about faith. Lots of stuff. I listened with curiosity and some sadness. All this is surreal… I like to believe in what could be seen, touched, made an evil “bite” in the end. But… what will change? I still didn’t know all my classmates. Faces flashed and seemed to merge into one incomprehensible spot. I also sat alone. No one tried to establish communication with me, just as I did not pester anyone with questions. Only Vosmyachkin stubbornly offered his help in studying one or another subject. He often took notes from me and always found something to complain about. It seemed to be his way of starting a dialogue with me. I tried to treat such a manifestation of attention in my direction calmly and even condescendingly, because the rest of the stream stubbornly ignored Dimka, showing his disdain.
I shook my head.
The next day was no better or worse than the previous one. But it seemed to me that I would never get used to this vain capital. She made me sad and misunderstood. Michaelis still spent evenings with me on the roof. She didn’t understand why he was so upset. Basically, he preferred to silently look into the distance. Sometimes he started talking. And I was not clear. An ordinary guy, he was looking for himself in seclusion. I never saw him at the university. He never spoke about his studies. Wings, however, no longer seemed to be.
And I enjoyed spending time with him. Again and again. He did not like to talk about himself, diverting the dialogue to the side. I didn’t insist.
I don’t