So SLIP has finished another novel. It was great
sweat over it. Who would know how much I read gothic
literature and history books for the sake of this writing - just horror!
Many thanks to ALCO for the material provided (list of all
bishops, monastic orders, etc.). Is it possible that
humanities combined with mathematics? ALONE CODER dokozal -
how possible! (I admire you!)!
The essence of the novel is human stupidity, about that anyway
a lot has been said, but still... I was inspired by Charles de
Bonfire with his book "The Legend of Tila". I just tried
look into the soul of your hero and thus reveal the phenomenon
non-standard. How I did it is up to you to decide.
Below is a short excerpt from the novel for anyone interested.
I can send you an electronic version.
Workers on the novel: SLIP - author and illustrator.
FREEDA - editor.
SALAMANDER - computer layout and design.
P.S. Below is the unedited text.
From darkness to darkness with hope (excerpt from the novel).
He didn't know how much time had passed, he didn't know whether
night, or maybe day. But this no longer meant anything special to him.
meanings. Someone brought him food, but he didn't eat. Food and him two
creatures alien to each other. She didn't accept it, he didn't accept it
her.
Whether days or hours have passed, Johannes stillDidn't understand. He
I was constantly sleeping, there was nothing else to do here. But sleep didn’t give me
rest for him.
One day Johannes woke up from the sound of footsteps and from the cold that
walked on the ground of a gloomy dungeon. He looked up and realized
that he's still alive. The pain would still keep him from sleeping for long.
Pain is his path. He was tired of her, he wanted peace, but peace
simple sleep cannot grant him. He hoped these were steps
executioner But there was no verdict.
Rising to his feet, he peered into the darkness of the dungeon.
The corridor that went into the distance beckoned him to freedom, but there reigned
the sound of the footsteps of those who thirst for blood.
Anastasy suddenly appeared in front of him with a torch in his hand. He has
there was a withered face and a sunken look. Maybe it's just faces
dancing flame, or maybe Anastasy just really had
the mask of the beast. Johannes nevertheless greeted him. But in vain
there was no response to his greeting.
Two inquisitors took him by the hands and led him somewhere along
dark corridors of the dungeon. Johannes felt like a rag doll
in their strong hands. But he knew they did not break his will. He was
ready for anything.
“A bag of “g...”,” one of the inquisitors laughed!
“That’s true,” confirmed the other.
They didn't care who they were bringing to the "holy judgment." Or maybe
the court was holy, but Johannes could not understand it
holiness. He only asked for a glasswater. But instead
received only a prickly laugh that echoed through the long,
dark corridors.
Someone was moaning in his cage like a wounded animal, someone
went crazy and laughed at the poor outcast monk who
a grain of sand lost among the darkness of endless sand rushed about,
knowing your fate with your own eyes. Then the prisoners cried behind the iron
with rods to the souls of those who lived in heaven. Now Johannes
knew the name of the abyss. Its name is humanity. Here it is sacramental
thought, this is the salt of the earth! But at what cost did he understand this?
I wanted to whisper her name, but it was forever lost to
him.
He was brought to a place that seemed so familiar to him,
and he grinned. The room was long and gloomy, and there was an air of
darkness only rare, torches pierced this darkness with their liquid
light. There were some wells here, fenced with stones and
crosses with leather straps and iron shackles. This is a cell
name - life! How the same sawdust doll was thrown onto the floor
in front of Anastasia's feet. He was stern, but kind in his own way. He
asked to bring water for the prisoner.
“Poor boy,” said the prior!
Johannes accurately guessed the character of this man. He's kind
to all humanity and for this I am ready to torture one
an unfortunate prisoner of the human vale. Valleys of sorrow and this world.
Johannes was silent, lying on the ground.He wasn't tired in
in the physical sense of the word. In his cell, except for sleeping, he
there was nothing. But I didn’t want to get up. I had a headache and
chest. He was out of breath.
Leaning against the stone statue of the saint, he became like him in
holy silence. The Prior spoke again.
- I'm sorry it all turned out this way. You are a warlock, I saw
the book of the one who was hanged for this sacrilege, and his corpse
turned on the fire. The book was written according to the intention of the Devil! She will
fathom!
Johannes was silent. He felt sorry in his heart that genius
Abelard, like himself, found refuge in the death given to him
ignorant minds wandering in the dark. And what's the most
disgusting - these people really believed in that nonsense that
carried! He could not live among such stupidity. But on earth there is
thousands of people who, lying in a soft bed, will
to assert that it is a sin to dream of death. Let their bed
will always be... and may there not be a stone burden in their lives
this darkness called stupidity.
-You know what to do with those who worship Dya
ox, - said Anastasy, - but at the same time you know the secret
from all diseases!
Johannes chuckled. If only he really knew him.
-Tell it and I'll ask the judge for quick fire. Think about it
slow fire is such a pain. You're smart, you don't deserve it
such a cruel death!
- Nomedicines,” said Johann, his voice slightly
hoarse.
When they brought water, it helped a little. Feeling
the life-giving moisture that suddenly poured into his body,
said with inspiration.
- Yes, I know the secret. This secret saved your life and I
I'll take it with me to the grave!
“Come to your senses,” cried the prior, “I don’t wish you harm, boy.”
but evil must be punished!
The monk grinned and tried to rise to his feet. He has neither
which didn't work out. Apparently, he didn’t spend hours in his cell, but
days. But still his lips whispered directly.
- It is better to be with the Devil at the right hand than to live among
cattle!
“You don’t want to ease your pain, but think about it.” This
the medicine can save humanity from the plague. From the scourge that
gives us no peace!
“It’s hard for me to talk, I’m having spasms,” he suddenly groaned.
“It’s a bad game,” said Anastasy, “but I know how.”
make you talk. You will tell everything to that person
whom you trust. Do you agree?
Johannes was silent. He knew for sure that no one else
trusts in this world. Even if Anastasius leads him to
Celestine himself. It didn't matter anymore.
Anasatsiy stood up from his wooden chair and deeply
sighed. He seemed to sincerely wish Johannes well.
Worry about him! But there was a sense of mourning in this thought.
the game is graymouse.
He raised his gaze to Anastasia with a silent question and
unbroken pride in his gaze. He grinned in his face and
said.
- I know everything about you. When I heard you
for the first time I mentioned the name of Abelard, this rebellious heretic I already
Then I knew what kind of bird you were! I had heard a lot about him. His remains
buried in the cemetery of the damned traitors of the Lord God!
A heretic who is now burning in hell for his sins! Do you think that
Are you a martyr, what are you a saint? It's not true, you're just pathetic
an adventurer who thinks he has the right to laugh at someone else's
trouble. We were sick with the plague, we had no choice to obey your
orders, but they were given by the Devil himself. While there is a chance to be saved,
come to your senses! You don't deserve heaven, but do you really want to burn in hell?
next to Abelard?
He ordered someone to be brought. From behind the door, just as damp and
The guard appeared as stone as everything that surrounded them. Johannes
didn’t see his face, but he saw how they led him into the room
a woman covered with a black veil. Like the veil, it was black
dress. Johannes looked at her and through the veil saw what
was invisible to the uninitiated eye. It was Elizabeth!
But how do they know about her?! He was in shock, very close to that
the line that separates two worlds. World of madness and peace
voluptuous dreams.
She walked like a ghost among the gray stonecompletely silent and
quiet. She floated across the floor towards him. And as soon as Elizabeth
took off the veil, he met this gaze. Deep, meaningful and
completely black in weak torchlight. The fire was reflected in her
eyes and something else that was inconceivable for him to understand. This
she is fragile, tender, but still tired. This is her, alive and
close.
“What sweet madness,” Johannes whispered!
Anastasy stepped aside and silently watched the scene. But
he no longer existed for the monk. These walls were not there either. How
before, as once he suddenly knelt in front of her and hugged
I cried for her feet. His head was drowning in black matter,
soaking it with your tears. It was unbearable pain. Already
it would have been better for his heart to have stopped that moment, but he continued
live.
She put her tender palm on his head and seemed
to her that the monk’s head turned gray in an instant. But it was a reflection
torch.
They both fell to the stone floor and she also began to cry when she saw
how sad his situation is. Stroking his hair and
continuously showering him with kisses, Elizabeth called him
unhappy child. Then they were swallowed up for a while
silence. Silence filled this room, and only the crackling
the tar in the burning torches reminded them of the situation.
Then he said, through tears, quietly and sadly.
- You are alive, you exist!
-Of course I am, she said, and her voice echoed
surrendered himself among these walls.
- Tell me how you live, how you are doing, tell me
whatever you want, the main thing is to speak, I want to hear your voice.
I want to see your face. I'm offended that I only see him
by the light of torches, but that doesn’t matter, the main thing is that it’s
Elizabeth. It's you who's alive! Alive!
She looked into his eyes and seemed unable to understand him. He
was always too strange a person for her. Usually like this
closed, but at the same time able to open up to her. This
scared her. You always feel sorry for such a person if you don’t love him,
It seems like you want to forget about him, but you don’t have the strength. How can you forget this
a sincere whirlpool of feelings. If he were always like this, she
I couldn't leave him. But to her great disappointment in this
the man had two souls. The soul of a child and the soul of a wise old man.
“Forgive me,” she whispered!
“I want to say,” he whispered, “I want you to know
why did I leave then?
“Don’t, Johann,” she whispered, almost crying.
- I'll tell you, you should know. I know you don't love me and you don't
when I didn't love you! It doesn't matter and I don't need your love.
I can be happy simply by loving the ghost of my expectations.
Just loving the hope in yourself. Just knowing that you exist. If
If I stayed with you, I would ruin your life. Because I
went crazy next to you.You and my duty, that pain in my
heart are incompatible things. I must follow my call
rock.
- What are you saying, you madman!
- This is the truth Elizabeth, the same bitter truth that I
should have said from the very beginning. But you were so beautiful
I couldn't leave you. Now it doesn't matter anymore.
I understood everything. We can't be together and I know you love
Daniel. Or maybe not him at all.
- Daniel is only my friend and nothing more, I...
He didn’t let her finish; there was so much to say.
- You don't understand, I want you to be free
from me for real. So that there is no pity in your heart.
Forget me! I want it that way.
“Stupid,” she said and thought deeply.
Her face was tense even in the torchlight. Face
Johannes was in tears, he was like a child.
“It’s impossible to understand you,” she said, “I could be
with you, but I am a woman and you are a child.
- I know. But you will understand later yourself, when I’m gone,
how much courage I had. More than that person
knew how to fight for himself, waving his fists. More courage
than in these Inquisitors who think they have
power over souls, but this is not so! I have the courage to look
in the face of the truth and at the same time I did not become like all these people, that
surround me. I'm not chasing bread, I'm not chasing gold,
I'm not chasingwomen, this makes me sick. I'm an idealist, I'm
scientist and lived for the sake of truth. The truth is that everyone understands and sees, but
no one wants to lift a finger, considering hopelessness to be the norm for
yourself.
“I didn’t even think of anything like that,” she whispered, “
I'm just a woman who wants to live and be a woman. Johannes,
I want you to know... I'm married now. So it happened and...
“I know, don’t ask me where,” he whispered, “I
happy for you.
- You didn't let me finish. I came to save you, because
after all, we are friends and you need help. I don't think it should
you think about death. Death is a way out for cowards! Remember this, and you
you can become even happier!
He fell silent and suddenly became tense and cold as marble.
statue.
“Can you hear me,” she asked?
“Yes,” he answered dryly.
- Be reasonable, tell them everything they want to hear
from you. Tell them all your secrets and they will give you
freedom. You will be forgiven. You will be free. You will find yourself
girl, and you will live. Hear me, you will LIVE!
He smiled, not at her, but rather at himself. His heart became
a piece of ice. And his smile was like the smile of a hunted
a beast ready to take a crazy step. Let everyone who
They hate, they see this very smile.
“Tell me about Daniel, how is he,” asked Johannes, “
Am I worried about him?
- He's fine, he'sI don't have much money, my friend
I thanked my father well for bringing me
to him safe and sound. Now he is already halfway to his
homeland. Daniel wants to go to Goslar.
- Well, I'm glad that everything ends well!
- He remembered you and wanted to see you before
departure. But you disappeared, and we didn’t know where to look for you. You
crazy, ran away, left us alone, we didn’t know what
think about you. They looked for you all over the forest, but everything was in vain!
You can't do that with friends.
- I was looking for what I'm looking for.
- You are talking about your stars again, forget about them. Stars, others
worlds, all this is up there, in the sky, and you live here and
now. I want to see you happy! Don't ruin your life.
“You never believed me,” he said disappointedly, “
then tell me why for belief in a better life, for your ideals
people give their lives. And it’s not fools who go to the chopping block,
and the best and smartest among us. People like Abelard?
- I didn’t know him...
- It's a pity. He was a genius, I love him.
- But you don’t need to imitate him. Genius is not worth it
scaffolds. If he were smart, he would be living comfortably now.
“He was smart,” cried Johann, “but you don’t understand that.”
An intelligent person cannot live for himself! And I don't want this
discuss, forgive me, but I must say that I throw
beads...
She fell silent. Offendedor not, he did not understand this.
“Okay, so be it,” she sighed, “but why?
to die when there is an opportunity to live at least for the sake of one’s own
discoveries.
This time she was right. But Elizabeth didn't know
something these people want to find out is a soap bubble.
There was no cure for the plague.
“I can’t be helped,” he whispered, “they found the diary.”
I have Abelard, there will be a trial. I am a warlock for them! And you
You don’t even understand how stupid this is. Adults
wander in the darkness of their ignorance and essentially have no
the right to judge your neighbor.
- But you can make it easier for you to take into account, tell them everything!
THE END.
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