Текст книги "RIDDLE OF THE DEVIL"

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  The, delightful beauty, having approached Jesus, one movement of a hand released the connected boy. It is trivial nails unstitched a rope to pieces.

  Lowering hands, Jesus involuntarily screamed from pain, joints were turned out. The girl with a smile set them and kissed the boy on a dislocated brush. Pain disappeared, and the tumor instantly fell down. Jesus raised a hand and, having carefully put on a breast, a low voice asked:

  – You are a messenger Ottsa of mine?

  The little girl kissed in reply Jesus on a mouth and with a smile answered:

  – No ... My purpose to teach people to live and create good independently!

  Jesus suddenly frowned and pushed away tender hands of the half-naked beauty:

  – There is no good out of God, to depart to me the Satan!

  The girl did not take offense at all, in her voice medical sounded:

  – Boy ... See on it the world, on the people Judaic. Unless guardianship of your Father, made Jews though it is one contribution better, than the pagan people surrounding them? – The beauty pointed to the old woman sitting in a distance and continued. – And me you think it is pleasant when offend weak when people – grow decrepit, grow old, are ill, suffer ... No, having the real power, ...

  Instead of the answer, on the place of the barefoot marks left by the beauty on sand escapes began to make the way. Promptly expanding, they turned into bushes of strange flowers. Grandiose reddening, grew directly in the eyes, and on trees there were wonderful fruit, both terrestrial, and such that there is no name to them, with fantastic aromas, and strange beauty. Also birds – as if started singing orchestras.

  Jesus looked at this miracle, and the little girl continued:

  – On the place of deserts fantastic gardens will blossom, and people will never be ill and die any more, and the rage will disappear ... We should combine only efforts for the sake of rescue of mankind. Before Jesus there was a scene of the fire which captured the city. The little girl without restraint shouting in a flame, the boy with the burned head, the baby groaning on fire ... More precisely, the letting-out hardly audible whimpers. From handles burning children gentle skin, and hundreds of images, with the charring women, with the old men choking tormently oblazit.

  And from the sky fire flows, cruel as if attacked. At girls hair flash, they heart-rendingly shout:

  – Mother! Mother rescue!

  The poor faces dripping from them a teardrop, with hissing falling on a flame. And when, carnivorous red language licked the crying child in on a chubby cheek ... An inhuman cry and the opposite bursting blisters which singed gentle lines of the unfortunate girl. And this horror was shown from different hundreds of places. Here the roof falls and the running-away, barefoot, roaring for horror children get to fire. The crunch of stones is heard and the woman choking in a flame, spits out from itself the smoldering lungs. Even animals, are fried alive, the scared low of cows, the herd of horses which is desperately escaping from the fire, manes flare a torch, the horsewoman at whom the burned clothes were already scattered falls.

  Jesus does not maintain and covers eyes with fists. How realistic image the Satan gives it, in one cinema of it you will not meet. Heat is felt really, and shouts, groans, began to smell fake too.

  The little girl Lucifer who coolly stood see the fire, opened Christ's palms and hissed:

  – Is not present, look ...

  Jesus receded and a shiver in a voice asked:

  – What for ad a nightmare?

  Deva-Satana answered:

  – It is the fire of Gomorrah. You remember, izlity to Sodom and Gomorrah of an eternal flame?

  The boy receded, one and the dying girls buried to him in a knee, and whispered:

  – Rescue!

  On cheeks at the boy tears began to flow, the suntanned person turned pale and he moaned:

  – No! I do not want, stop, it is so awful!

  Deva-Satana persistently said:

  – You agree that your Father, was not right, acting this way?

  Jesus is overflowed with emotions, shouts, groans, crying of thousands of children dying in terrible torments, all this before eyes and dins in the ears. Insufferably, it is impossible to suffer. The crushed girl, and a blood stream because of a mouth, a look full of entreaty. The girl Lucifer suddenly is enough with a hand for the flaring roof, rejecting it. Three the semi-strangled children, with the skin singed and charred by places, jump out from there. Deva-Satana prompts to them, specifying on are light koridy:

  – There will be to you a rescue and to recover your wounds!

  Children go to the public, and their burns and wounds disappear. They again cheerful, healthy in elegant clothes ... Laugh ...

  The Satan little girl smiles to Jesus and invites him:

  – Help dying if in you though something remained human.

  And the boy walks for the Deviless, without paying attention to burns. Here he tries to cast away a roof where mother with children is buried, the poor woman hysterically coughs from a caustic smoke, children shout, cry out – pain from carnivorous shchupalets of fire which is poured out from heaven, gradually makes the way to them. Jesus suddenly straightens out hands and is frightened looks at the palms. Together the callosities received on a hard work, scattered on lifelines, the whole mycelium a pimple of burns. The girl Lucifer having quickly bent blew to the boy on a palm. Zhivitelno breath cleaned a burn and took away pain, the devil little girl rejected blood and with entreaty addressed Christ:

  – Help me the boy. In you there is great power of good and forgiveness!

  Jesus rushed to the falling wall, but again could not hold it. Fiery strips singed a breast, a stomach and palms to the boy Messiah. Future savior with despair exclaimed:

  – I am only a boy, I cannot prevent it!

  The girl Lucifer insinuatingly said:

  – Tell – the Father you is not right, and will find force can to the burning-down children!

  Jesus with pain in a voice said:

  – Well why I have to so to speak?

  Devchonka-Satana surely answered:

  – Because to rescue them, means to go against will, the Father who doomed them to painful death. And time to them life, means the Father not of the rights!

  Jesus shook a teardrop from the burned cheek, and resolutely shook the head:

  – No! I cannot tell that God is not right!

  The girl Lucifer with sincere pain in a voice answered:

  – Then all of them will die! I have no forces to rescue people from God's Anger!

  And you can!

  The flame singed the bare-legged little girl who is just fearlessly walking up and down on fire. Her golden hair began to smoke, and barefoot heels to become covered by a scattering of burns. In pupils of the beauty pain and intolerable melancholy developed.

  – Help people Jesus ... Rescue innocent children! – The piece of fabric, on magnificent and strong hips of the warrior, lit up. Evil tongues jarred on golden and olive skin of fantastically beautiful woman. Already on hair sparks ran. Really, heavenly fire got into Mephistopheles's body, forcing to twitch, from intolerable anguish ...

  And Jesus cried too, not to help nobody with forces. Heart ran around like a mad at the sight of terrible sufferings of the dying children, it was even a pity for the Devil. The girl Lucifer burned down in the eyes, her legendary beauty was closed by fragmentary, purulent ulcers of burns. Dynki of breasts suddenly singe, and in a trace behind them also the fried thoroughly meat from legs of the head of angelic opposition began to fall off.

  – Rescue children Jesus ... For God's sake! – The little girl Satan last time croaked.

   On the place of the fantastic maiden goddess there was only a charred skeleton which however, too later was scattered a moment in ashes.

  Gradually groans and shouts in Gomorrah calmed down ... The image of execution of the impious city was gone. Jesus was kneeling and loudly sobbed. Left the Satan reddening withered in the eyes, strange, worthy a paradise garden of a plant were scattered in ashes. The boy continued to cry, the body shuddered from grief, and human heart, was slowed down, accelerated. And so passed, hour after an hour until at last and the Sun was behind the horizon.

  Then the boy at last rose from knees and is silent, thoughtful – said:

  – It is difficult to be God ... But without God in soul it is even more difficult!

  Vision, tremendous realness disappeared. They again on Patriarchal ponds, in the light of pink beams of the dying Sun. Still very warmly and, it seemed did not pass time at all, and any of shadows not even became one inch longer.

  Apparently, "cinema" made tremendous impression on all. To the first the question was asked by cheeful Korovyev:

  – So means, the Gospel did not lie?

  The boy prince and he answered Lucifer with arrangement:

  – There is no direct lie in them. There are only half-words!

  Voland looked at the prince and with grief in a voice said:

  – Two devils, on one universe it already too ...

  Prinze-Lucifer with a smile explained:

  – In this world the Satan one – you ... I only reproduced this light ...

  And Mephistopheles pointed to Bulgakov's girl. – And it is your real Father Creator, can consider him the creator!

  – Charm! – Provizzhal Begemot. – I thought that I am a great and unique personality who serves the mightiest Boss in the Universe ... And it appeared, I no more, than the literary character.

  Voland severely looked at a cat, that in feigned fear shrank. Then messir and the master darkness judiciously said:

  – Yes, you opened the severe truth for me, very severe!

  Prinze-Lucifer seriously and already without smile, noticed:

  – And the truth always severe ... – And here again smiled and already joyfully noticed. – But nobody cancelled the right for sacred lie ... We will erase our emergence from your memory, and you will be able to enjoy and revel in the power, without thinking who created you and what insignificant little man had the nerve to think up to himself!

  Here already and Berlioz gave a vote. His question was the most natural:

  – And me the head by tram will not be cut off?

  The fresh youthful face of the prince got sad expression:

  – Alas, Voland predicted it, and it is impossible to undermine the authority Messira! – The Lucifer replaced looks with more joyful. – But if you do not want to disappear in a non-existence, then in hell to you there will be a town, you are a personality very interesting and extraordinary!

   Kot blonde in boots agreed:

  – Of course, against stupid scoops is directly Vladimir Ilyich from MASSALITA!

  Korovyev, winking at light, through broken a penny sang:

  – Scoops, scoops, we will not give you the country! Scoops, scoops – we declare to you war!

  Prinze-Lucifer winked at the demon in the broken surroundings and at parting took off a hat with a feather, having gallantly taken leave. Voland repeated this sign of friendly parting, then Patriarshikh Prudov Avenue disappeared. Prinze-Lucifer, a Puss in Boots and the girl Bulgakov appeared in the comic ship with transparent walls. Around sparkled, delightful stars and extraordinary planet forms. Very beautiful landscape.

  The Lucifer, seeing as Bulgakov was surprised, watching the planet in the form of the gold samovar topped with a cock crest and wings of a butterfly with the image of mobile drawing indulgently explained:

  – It is hell ... In it I like to create beautiful the planet in surrealism, but when here Picasso and Salvador Dalí come, it will be even better!

  Bulgakov was unexpectedly wrinkled and blurted out:

  – Picasso? Yes my daughter better it draws!

  The prince changed in reply the shape. This time there was already, something from creations of avant-gardism too. A six-sided prism with feelers of a squid, only instead of suckers butonchik of flowers. And on it several eye is represented. fancifully turned out and sparkling. And still pictures which delirious will not come in dream to the person also all in the bright, blinking a light show light.

  The Lucifer, in new shape, asked Bulgakov:

  – Unless it is not tremendous? Refusal of the ordinary, and bothered human body?

  Bulgakov politely answered:

  – On the it is fine, but ... My weak human mind is simply shocked!

  The Lucifer accepted shape of the young man, only this time in a garrison cap in an asterisk and a spotty undershirt again. Plus with a red tie and holding a horn in hand. Now it did not look search any more. The ringing voice said:

  – You want to become the hero?

  The girl, in the form of Bulgakov, became puzzled and only murmured:

  – I do not know whether I am worthy ...

  The Lucifer pioneer surely proorat:

  – Of course it is worthy! – Also shook finger at Bulgakov. – I know that you very much envied pioneers, especially, in process of increase of a physical infirmity.

  Here suddenly Lucifer changed again. Though whether suddenly? It is rather a richness organic property of the Satan. Persons not angry, but fiercely hating any templates! Before Bulgakov there was the most natural robot with wings, but with angular forms of the racing car which reared. And on an outstretched arm, it held the most natural TV. Only not that black-and-white primitive that Bulgakov, and with the big color screen got used to see.

  The robot Lucifer mechanical, that is reading to separate syllables, by voice said:

  – I give the forecast for the future. Russia – Germany, probability of war in ninety three percent. The biggest percent – the beginning in June, 1941 ... Forecast: defeat of Germany by 1945. Probability of a victory of the Third Reich – nineteen percent. In case of the entry in 1941 of Japan, the chance of a victory increases up to forty eight percent, plus twenty four – a neutral outcome. The chance of a victory of the USSR increases the introduction in war of the USA.

  The robot suddenly evaporated and on its place there was a boy in a garrison cap and with a red tie again. The Lucifer, seemingly, summed up all results:

  – There now, mister Bulgakov. Your Homeland and all Soviet people will overstrain many millions of people will die in the hardest fight during which, and you want that I allowed you to rest in bed in the warm place of an underworld?

  Bulgakov, in the form of the girl, turned pale and asked again the Devil:

  – Into the account of war with Germany, it is not a joke?

  The pioneer Lucifer severely answered:

  – Unless with such things joke!

  Bulgakov, it is lost twisting the head murmured:

  – But there are another seven percent that war between us will not be!

  Pioner-Satana splashed a heel on a parquet and having a little frowned eyebrows said:

  – It is small probability. Practice of all wars showed what is to be rather to the conflicts, than not to be. And time only increases chances of collision. Though, certainly, there is some probability that the Fuhrer will want to deal with Britain and he will be enraged by bombings of Berlin. Maybe Stalin will be able to lull Hitler and to convince that he is not going to free Europe, on extremely measure in the next years. Knowing Stalin's character if the Fuhrer does not attack, Coba will begin approach with probability in twenty nine percent. And in this case at the USSR huge chances to win far smaller blood.

  There came the pause and Bulgakov asked Mephistopheles in a garrison cap:

  – But you such Almighty ... Why to you in general, completely not to prevent war with Germany ... – And it is resolute, having waved a hand, added: – And with all wars around the world!

  The boy Lucifer lost fervent tone, and grew dark. Then on its place there was a beautiful girl, in a sacking and chains on the brought-down, bare feet. The touching little girl from under whose fragmentary sacking, crimson shone is even fresher, the brand half inflamed, very sad voice said:

  – Over Earth I am not imperious. Any power there from God! And we can influence wars only indirectly! Sorry, but only hell, this place where so far God does not turn my Creation into a scorching heat! So that ...

  Again there was a guy in a garrison cap and loudly finished: – You can be consoled in the fact that in hell there is always a place for a feat and it is impossible to die!

  Bulgakov, in the course of writing "Mastera and Margarita", re-read various literature, including on communication of the Devil with people much. The Satan really often tests people and gives them tasks for which, in case of their successful execution can give an award. However, the transaction with the devil, does not guarantee paradise on Earth. Though hell, with his sufferings, looks nevertheless far more interestingly than the sublunary planet. But least of all Bulgakov wanted to appear on real war.

  He is not a maniac or, any romantically adjusted boy. During a time to think that Lucifer, revenges such sophisticated way it for "Mastera and Margarita". Maybe really Voland's image, caused some feeling of irritation. The ... Malchishka-Dyavol interrupted reflections of the writer with a ringing laughter:

  – Well you also give ... Yes can in all hell nobody is as dear to me as you!

  The Satan gave a whistle and scenery began to change again. And the ringing voice added:

  – Before leaving to make feats, it is necessary to hold a friendly party with kind friends.

  Bulgakov sighed, remembered a ball of the Satan and "refined" public ... The little boy Mephistopheles hurried to assure the writer.

  – Very interesting people will gather. Beautiful interlocutors and philosophers! Will pleasantly conduct conversation!

  Transformation ended and they appeared in huge, sparkling jewelry, unknown on the earth, and topped with statues and falls, the hall. From above, in the improvised sky shone, fifty stars at once. Everyone peculiar and fine, with fancy rosettes, curls, icicles. And these sun replaced artificial lighting. Bulgakov exclaimed:

  – Mad embodiment!

  The Lucifer noticed:

  – Well why the Creator, so stubborn, gives to all stars the form of a sphere? Unless stars cannot be more various and richer?

  Bulgakov was not that to object to it. Really, to what to limit a flight of fancy, so far as concerns such fine subject as stars. About the entities which are throwing up light with the unique shades and fibers awakening desire to create.

  The enormous hall where there had to be a magnificent feast, struck with the luxury and abundance of jewelry. And, each decoration, real masterpiece of the fine arts of the unique image of drawings. Possibly, really created by the most talented masters of the planet Earth who received a new haven in hell.

  The Lucifer remained a boy in a garrison cap and with a red tie. Only boots disappeared from legs. The girl who arose from air hardly covered with threads from jewels began to mass to the Satan of a heel and anklebone. That, zaurchav from pleasure, presented the girl:

  – This is the world famous countess Genoveva de Sez. How many innocent souls ruined because of animal jealousy!

  The countess bent, submissively kissing Lucifer in brilliant as if luster, a foot and whispered:

  – Very much I regret for it great messir!

  Unexpectedly, malchik-Satana caught fingers its nose and having slightly squeezed, said:

  – Jealousy, this feeling of people defective! They are weak on reason, them it is even a pity for the poor!

  Bulgakov, and itself being rather afraid of Omnipotent Mephistopheles, despite his very thoughtless image of the pioneer in shorts, having hardly overcome itself, noticed:

  – Can too, for the lady?

  The Lucifer burst out laughing and, having released the girl, indulgently said:

  – Its it is not sick, and from the master of the Universe underworld such joke is not offensive.

  The countess Genevieve too, quite sincerely, agreed:

  – Messir is kind and taught me to love for the neighbor!

  Bulgakov strongly was surprised:

  – And it still as?

  The Satan boy nodded supposedly tell. The girl was accepted, tinkling bracelets and brightly sparkling beads, to be filled in with a nightingale:

  – The last night before the death penalty was the most awful. Took off a rich dress and all jewelry from me, took away even footwear and forced to dress a dress of the simple peasant. My bare feet strongly froze in a crude chamber, the stomach clenched for hunger as I for dinner was given only not too pure lokhanka. But the most terrible, is even not physical suffering and not in a disgusting way the rats peeping in a condemned cell. The most terrible, it was the wild horror before hell. Especially, the padre on a confession so browbeat me with him .... Moreover and "The divine comedy" of Dante. So terribly there all this is described. – The girl even turned pale and on her pretty face there passed the disturbing wave. – I was kneeling and violently prayed. And before dawn, shivered and weakened, fell asleep. And I dreamed an underworld, huge as the Alpine mountains tongues of flame and a Satan. Such terrible, horned that I cannot even describe it. And when it pierced through me long as a knightly spear a claw, I screamed and in horror woke up. The message that I am already conducted on execution, apprehended nearly with relief. Especially as a condemned cell, dark, in the cellar and very cold, especially for my coddled legs. Before, I was in one of the best rooms of the Bastille, prison for rich people and generally could not complain. And here a terrible jail with rats to whom, however, I did not pay attention.

  My stiffened legs turned blue from cold and it was very sick to go. I strongly limped and sighed, jailers supported me. When left in a court yard, the sun stood quite highly and cobble-stones got warm. And then the legs which froze in the cellar, began to ache even stronger, to be poured by blood and to be ill. And me shook on warm air from a fever. On custom, me brought quite big cup of strong wine. I greedy nestled to it. Up to a body began to flow, more precisely, even pleasant heat spread. The fever was gone and terrible leg pain ceased. I could get into the vehicle independently. In my head from drunk rustled and the fear was gone in hop. The peasant's dress that I was graciously given out, was short. I think, can it purposely truncated to steal fabric, and at the same time to humiliate more the prisoner. I went by the open vehicle, showing all naked, red from the flowed blood of a leg and a hand. Let on shoulders hair down, graciously allowed not to cut them. And in general, for my crimes much more cruel and painful execution, than the otrubany heads relied.

  I, then one more of the most beautiful women of France, bare-legged and in too frank dress. On me were all eyes, some pointed a finger and, that stood closer, pulled greedy and lewd hands.

  Be I sober, probably would burst into tears with shame that I stand as the whore offered for auction: before commoners and the torn-off poor boys. But the wine drunk on a hungry stomach and without snack, awakened in me the demon and extinguished shame. I even purposely pushed bare feet and allowed to touch them. And the piquancy of a similar situation even brought me, touches of rough, dirty hands caused a tickling when ran on fingers, I even zaurchat from pleasure.

  Did not pay attention to various insults, as if shouted not at me, and on some it is made other young woman whore. To me even it seemed that it abruptly to show naked legs to hundreds and even thousands devouring me with views of oglodavshy wolves of men, and to allow it me to concern.

  But when, at last, the scaffold, with the fleecer of huge growth effortlessly shaking a pole-axe where in one toporishche there is not less than a pood of tempered iron loomed. A mighty giant, I recognized legendary Samson at once (there their whole dynasty of executioners!), me began to rock for fear again ... And painfully pulled out. Wine poured out from an empty stomach, hop evaporated as dew at midday and ... At once the shame returned. I densely reddened, and desperately drew in the naked legs, and in general shrank in shoulders, trying to cover broad cut on a breast. It not too well it turned out, and I tried to cover nakedness of a bust with hair. And here noticed the gray-haired lock which appeared for the terrible night spent in a basement condemned cell in a red shock. And me it became even more terrible.

  To go out of the vehicle and to climb up the wooden, badly pared down scaffold steps I did not want. Then the big-bellied and broad-shouldered assistant to Samson, seized me by the right hand and dragged to an executioner's block. I desperately resisted, but the executioner's helper in two me was heavier. On oak steps, in a thumb on the right leg the splinter deeply pierced. I cried from sharp explosion of pain, and then the second assistant, more harmonous and nimble rushed to the aid of the companion.

  I was dragged up to the executioner's block and put before it. Strongly swayed, my legs absolutely weakened, maybe for hunger, and from drunk. There was a wish only that rather all this came to an end. But at first to the people and notable public began to read the list of mine of a crime. It is opposite to listen to similar as if to you with each word stick the heated needle in a brain. It seemed to me almost infinite. Then the priest approached, asked if to me what to tell. I whispered pale, almost blue lips that I am not present. He allowed to kiss finally a silver crucifixion and waved, begin a pier.

  I hurried to kneel and rested a stomach, on carefully washed from blood, an executioner's block oak. It became a little easier and lips whispered a prayer.

  The executioner did not hurry, his axe very big, and is sharply perfected. But for some reason me not the tool of execution, but a slanting, lilac scar almost in half of rassekshiya frightened the person of zaplechny affairs of the master, rough, brown, similar to a theatrical mask, more.

  I fell face down, trying not to look towards the giant Samson and again whispered, with all the might prayers. And infernal, reddish fire began to seem to me. So terribly, and I wanted to delay embraces of a flame of Hades at any cost. I prayed and prayed, then prayed again.

  The priest began to glance at an o'clock of a city head and impatiently muttered:

  – Give, start! She plays for time!

  The skilled executioner nodded, the bull neck with a scratch shook:

  – I understand!

  Also brought over me the axe. I in fear was interrupted and tried to jump. But both assistants dexterously seized me by hands, without allowing to tear off the head from an executioner's block. And such second, long for my frightened perception, later, fell upon my neck, something heavy and heated. Before eyes, brightly flashed, intolerable pain flew from a nape, to my barefoot heels, and then the consciousness grew dim ...

  Genevieve interrupted the story, Lucifer whispered something and in hands of a she-wolf arose engraved by a cube with orange wine. The countess took couple of sips, her face reddened and she is grateful looked at the Satan. Then continued:

  – I wakened lying on a magnificent grass, in paradise to a garden, such beauty that on Earth nothing is similar it is impossible to present. Air is filled with strange aromas, warmly and miraculously. I am itself, as well as on execution barefoot, but clothes almost weightless as if the Indian silk and sparkling as if sewed from stars. And the body changed: from the adult woman I turned into the young girl, even more beautiful, than was when that.

  Genevieve, having shy been lop-sided on a messir, quietly continued.

  – I did not believe the eyes: cannot be that the murderer deserved paradise! Or me all this, including also execution, only dreams, and actually I lie on a small group of rotten straw in a condemned cell and just about the rough hail of the jailer will interrupt my dream.

  But it is valid, all it seemed quite real and pleasant, and I took several steps on this paradise. And suddenly I hear someone's crying. And it as shock, in paradise cry too. Turned and see the little girl, with a tear-stained face, and a poor, shabby dress. She turned the scared face to me and by the shivering voice said: – the Aunt, for what you killed my mother?

  Genevieve choked and again greedy nestled to a diamond glass. Convulsively took a sip and continued.

  – Here then I understood that the real hell, it is not obligatory when executioners to you unscrew joints on a rack and fry heels. Maybe it is more terrible. Then I saw the hungry, thin boy who pulled to me hands and asked the same question: For what you killed also my mother? And new children appeared, all exhausted, in a tatter, tear-stained and unfortunate.

  The countess has a little cry and, with very sad look, continued.

  – I fell on knees and began to ask from them for mercy, forgiveness, kissed them brought down about sharp stones (and where they were in this infernal paradise?) legs. Itself started howling, having begged, asking let better me will give to the most cruel torturers, than to suffer similar ... And then to me It was ... Beautiful, radiant angel of light of Lucifer. Its thunderous voice and, at the same time tender and sad, told me:

  – Your fault is big and crimes are cruel. But I never set as the purpose to punish angrily for the sake of the punishment or revenge. The principle, an eye for an eye, is opposite to the highest reason. And punishment has to correct first of all the criminal, but not cripple him ....

  Genevieve bowed towards Lucifer and continued:

  – Therefore make one thousand kind acts, concerning unfortunate, unfortunate and oppressed. You will be forgiven!