Which is what I said. Everyone at once. The shaggy brats didn't even think to be embarrassed.
- Julia, there's not much that can frighten us after talking to Andre," Valentine honestly warned. - Clara, I suppose she's seen a lot of it in Tula, too," the nod and bright flash of red, pink, and orange in the fox aura, "and your brother still thinks he's in a fairy tale. And his quarrel with his grandfather worries him much more than anything else.
- The old bastard," said Slavka.
I was hesitant, but I didn't need a word," said Valentine, stepping toward him, and daring to hit the floor with one blow.
- Julia Evgenievna Leoverenskaya is the surname of our Prince. Konstantin Savelievich - her grandfather and personal acquaintance of Prince. So filter the bazaar, punk!
The last three words came out with a low, almost infrasonic growling. I smiled rather, but Clava straightened and twitched to Valentine.
- And he is her brother!
- He left on his own. The Jews are not my brothers, the aspen cries for them," I explained.
There are red and boisterous flashes of some kind of evil rage in the fox aura.
- You could have reconciled him with his grandfather,
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That's the sizzle! If she wasn't a fox, I'd say she was a cobra.
- I have enough to do as it is," I swung away. - Here's a year in three, when Grandpa's a bit cold... What else can you say about the vampires you killed?
- It's not a big deal. Not the strongest, but not the weakest. Nicholas is the strongest, Victor is his friend, I don't know the third.
- And how did Ivan feel about them?
I asked without much hope. That's how it happened.
- What can Padi know?
I looked at Valentin. But the werewolf shook his head, saying he wasn't lying. And the aura just keeps blowing. I don't understand anything. Oh, I think I'm repeating myself, but the truth is...
I don't understand!
- And who were they friends with? More than anything?
- Vampires were friends?! That's not how it works!
- It happens. Boris and Vadim are friends.
- That's not true, Clara spoke like the first apostle of Christianity. The confidence in her voice could be hanged in pounds. - If vampires don't kill each other, it's because the Council forbade them.
I tried to imagine the Miecislav who kills Boris or Vadim. It didn't work. Then the guys who kill each other. Daniel stabbing Miecislav in the back. It's unreal. That's bullshit.
- They just don't know how to be friends. They are cruel and ungrateful creatures who are more from a snake than from a human!
- I'll take your opinion into account, - Valentin sprayed on her. - Paddy will forever fall.
- Paddy couldn't see any good from vampires," I interceded. - Okay. It's already clear to me that we're not going to find out. We have to go to the IPF.
- You're talking to the FPI?! - Clara's jaw is sagging. - But... they think we should all be killed!
- Yes, but they don't know that I'm one of you," I explained. - Val, did Mecislav say anything else?
- No, he hasn't.
- Okay. Then go to the IPF, then change - and the Three Sixes.
- To IPFovtsy, it's to the Church of the Protection. Okay, Kostya and Gleb with you, they'll either handle it or let us know.
- Exactly, - I summed up. - Ciao, everybody!
I waved my hand and went out.
* * *
The Church of the Intercession met me with an open door. I thought I walked through the temple, causing the disapproving views of the clever old ladies, and asked one of them:
- Where's the lecture?
- Would you at least cover your head with a scarf, you godless woman!
- Grandma, I'm here to see you on business, not sick. Where's the lecture? Or should I knock on all the doors? Mind you, I'm opening them with my foot. And boys, I waved towards the werewolves at the door, and I'd love to help. They'll take it out with a joint, if anything!
My grandmother sparkled her eyes and waved her hand.
- You go out to the yard, there's an annex. Knock there.
- Okay, here's a good girl, I sang. - And it didn't hurt, did it?
I turned around and came out.
A werewolf slammed a massive door so hard that it squeaked, snapped and twisted.
- Guys, stay in the car," I ordered the werewolves. - Where I am and what - you know. I'll call you back. You don't have to come in, they might find out who you are.
- Okay, - agreed Gleb. More silent Konstantin nodded, and I went to look for the mysterious annex.
I found it. I knocked. So what? Nobody even opened it. Shouting, or what? No call. You can yell. It's just creative. What comes to mind...
- I went out on Pick-a-cadie-and-illy, throwing a shawl on my ass for what you love me for, for not pitying you...
Music is a great thing. Before I knew it, the door was open in front of me.
- Yulia Yevgenyevna? - The nuns who opened the door to me looked harshly and lifelessly.
Maybe we should sing another verse. Okay, let's be sorry about the environment. Because my voice will make all the trees fly.
- That's the one. Is Rokin here?
- He's busy.
- So tell him I'm here! - I wasn't in the mood. Adrenaline was still walking around the body, and meeting Cluck's mind wasn't resting. Well, is that what she was so excited about? And her aura was bad... If Slava hadn't told me that she loved him and even managed to resist the glee club after transformation... I wouldn't have believed in my life that with such an aura one could love someone!
- I can't do that.
- Is he with a woman or a boss?! - I'm totally freaking out. - So grab your legs! Or show me where, I'll steal it myself!
The nun looked as if I'd started preaching Lavea's ideas...
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carefully during the divine service.
- What's going on? - a dense voice cut through the space, and a nun was pushed from the doorstep. I had... a belly in front of me. Or a belly. Or a mammoth. Anyway, seeing a woman like that, I'd think she was nine months old and triple. Yeah, with a belly like that, you can really say "you." They (the pop and the belly itself), taken separately, weigh more than me.
- What good can it do? - I answered aggressively. - Here, I come to Rokin, I come on business, and your pigeon won't let me in.
- Pigeon?! - the nuns have swooned. - How dare you blaspheme in the house of the Lord?
- If the Lord tolerates you, he certainly won't curse me," I cut it off. - You'd better take out your pimples, or it's literally written on your face: diagnosis - spermotoxicosis!
The nun suffocated, and the case took over the pop.
- Daughter," he said, "Rokin is listening to a pastor who has come to us from America. We can't call him. But if you want, we'll walk you into the hall and you can find him and have a quiet conversation.
I'm a little cold. However...
- A clever man and it's nice to listen. Lead the way.
- Follow me, slave of God.
I stuttered. Are you cold? Me?! I'll rip it on rags! I am a slave of God?! You're not! It's like saying to a father or mother, "I'm not your child, I'm your slave." Can you imagine the result? I don't know about your ancestors, but my mother and grandfather and I would be pulled by the ears for such requests.
- You may be slaves, but I am from Adam and Eve!
- What's your name, daughter Adam?
Clever pop, definitely. Maybe he's just got his metabolism wrong, that's what blew it. I started looking into the aura. I'm also gonna practice...
- I have a name, you can just call me Julia Yevgenyevna.
- Isn't it Leoverenskaya?
- Is it Leoverenskaya? And how do you know about me?
- There are rumors that the earth is full of...
Pop was walking slowly ahead, showing the way. No, there's no metabolic problem.
Pop shook his head reproachfully - apparently, called me to shame. Naive! So that after talking to vampires, I could also be ashamed? Well, well, well.
- Yulia Yevgenyevna, Rokin said that your strength is great, but you can not yet take sides of good or evil. You fight demons in your soul. Fear them, for the temptations of eternal torment...
I had a snort. I couldn't help myself, sorry. Come on, Nostradamus-obstradamus. How does he even imagine that?
- How do they bring out demons? I know about fleas, but horned ones?
- Lent and prayer, my daughter, only by prayer and fasting. I shaken my head.
- If a man is hungry, he is hungry. If a man stands on his knees and prays, he wants to sit down in a soft chair. And better with a glass of wine. That's when you can think of horned and tailed...
- Wine is a sin. It awakens the devil in the human soul.
- There you go. And in ancient times, poets wrote poetry after him. Do you know Hayyama? Is that Guillaume ad-Din Abu-l Fath Omar ibn Khayyam al-Nishapur? How much did he drink - not count, but what kind of scientist was he? Was he a poet? And no devil in the shower... Except from under the table, after the fifth jug...
Pop sighed his whole belly. Or did that stomach sigh?
- Do you know that in ancient Eastern literature, to drink is to love?
- That's how you deny love, too, I wasn't embarrassed. - Do you love anybody at all?
- We love God. And people. And we pray for them.
- When they love everyone, it means they don't love anyone," I cut it off. - And your prayers don't make anyone hot or cold. It's better that you help orphanages and nursing homes. Love...
- We're helping... - There was a pop stutter, but he was immediately sedated under my eyes.
- I can't see! I can see the new churches! Both in our city and in the country! New dioceses, temples, prayers, sources... income! Anything I see. But there's no benefit to you. Neither does helping ordinary people.
- You are mistaken...
- And you're lying," I typed. - You have it all in your aura. You think it's invisible? You're also a gluttonous man. And you're the reason someone gave up their life. You know that your meanness alone cost someone their life. And that's why you have a burnt spot on your aura.
The pop receded and turned pale. But he found the strength to mumble a little:
- We're here, Julia Yevgenyevna. Come into the hall.
- The last question," I shaken up, "is loud on purpose to make the fat man nervous and not jullish. Let him twitch: people have a lecture, they hang noodles on their ears, and I'm under the door screaming. - When did it become known about the arrival of the preacher and this lecture? The place and the time?
- The day before yesterday.
Pop answered as soon as I expected. And he slipped through the door. As the ancients used to say, "wise enough is enough." I boiled even harder. Come on, Rokin! Well, wait... Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa!
I'm not a wolf, but I'll rip my ears off and knock my teeth out! I knew, I knew everything beforehand, and I invited you at this very time. In the hope that I'll have a piece of my ear, but I'll get to a lecture. It's a goat face! I'm a freak. I mean, sorry about the tautology, I'll dig it up! And nobody's gonna hold me back! You wanted me to listen to the preacher?! Oh, I'll listen to the preacher! And he'll listen. A lot of new and interesting things about yourself and people.
I resolutely went around my butt and went inside.
Standard auditorium - what else do you say. Just a lot of church paraphernalia and everything is very neat. On the walls of the painting on religious themes - all the saints would have long ago got horns and mustaches, at best. There are icons somewhere. A chair like the one our rector likes to broadcast. It's not cheap, by the way. We have a simpler one, but how much our rector takes out of the administration... Although I'm not fair to him! The poor woman has a wife, a mistress, a couple of mansions and a whole car park. There isn't enough money to keep it all, that's why we've got worse conditions in the institute. The chairs are luxurious too. I walked away to the hall and sat down in the one closest to the stage. My asses were wrinkled by the knocking of high heels, but I didn't care. The tipster behind the pulpit was tired of something, and I was spinning all over the place trying to get a look at Rokin. Yeah, I don't care! There were at least a hundred pops in here. And those in plain clothes are all in black and white. The lights were dimmed, and I couldn't see a familiar face. Everything merged: black suits, black robes, white cheeky and skinny faces... Tough!
We'll have to listen to the lecture. Except... I took out the phone and got Gleb on the phone.
- Hello, it's Julia.
- Julia? What's wrong?
There was a sincere alarm in the werewolf's voice. He's worried about a secure facility.
- I was dragged here to a lecture, - I didn't even think to lower my voice. If Rokin hears it, the better. - Don't worry, it's not dangerous, if I die, it's just boredom. But you're gonna have to sit here for a while. I'll get back to you.
- I'll wait in fifteen minutes. If you don't call me, I'll call you.
I blacked out. I've been looked at from all sides with a Christian cursive look. Well, let it be. How long do I sit here?! Your zebra! We're in a lot of trouble, and I'm wasting my time with all kinds of stuff!
I started looking at the preacher at the pulpit. Ironically, he was speaking Russian. He whispered a bit of cartoon and whispered, which made it a bit unclear, but he built his sentences correctly and competently. Did the CIA drag him in or something? But the subject was interesting. It's a shame I missed the intro. What if there's something else interesting to say?
- Exorcism... The etymology of that word is Greek. Exorcism is a procedure for casting demons and other supernatural beings out of a man possessed by them through prayers, rites... Notions of exorcism have an ancient history and are part of the belief system in many religions and cults. The doctrine of evil or good spirits that inhabited people and methods of their exorcism existed in shamanism long before Christianity. But I believe that the first true exorcist was Jesus Christ, who cured many demon-possessed people. But when He came into the house, the blind came to Him. And Jesus told them: do you believe that I can do it? They said to Him: to her, Lord! Then He touched their eyes and said: by your faith let it be to you. And their eyes were opened. Then the Gospel of Luke brought to Him a demon-possessed blind and mute; and He healed him, so that the blind and mute began to speak and see. The gospel of Matthew. Jesus also healed the demon-possessed man who lived in the tombs, and the demons who flew out at Jesus' command settled and killed a flock of pigs, and the power of demons over men ceased. Christians believe that the apostles and many other saints, who had the gift of God, could also truly cast out the unclean from men.
I only shrugged my shoulders. It was not possible to give up reality and take an open-eyed nap (did you think the students in the lectures also listen to the teacher?!). The voice of the preacher was no worse than that of a leech, rising or falling at the most inappropriate moments - I had to listen and think. A logical contradiction was found at once. Christ was only a couple of thousand years old. And the demon-possessed were exactly the same before him. Did the demon-possessed cope with them somehow? Or were every last one of them urinated in the toilets? Oh... And anyway, if you look very hard, you'll still find exorcists. Exorcists will cast out demons without relying on Christ and the Bible.
- Modern medicine treats obsession in vain as a special case of mental disorder. The so-called possessed have classical symptoms of hysteria, psychosis, epilepsy, schizophrenia and other mental diseases. Atheism and disbelief are all around! It's getting scary! Some people who consider themselves obsessed, actually suffer from narcissism or low self-esteem and use demon possession, it is a terrible curse to draw attention to themselves. We a
ll understand that this is spiritual blindness, materialism and atheism. Only disbelief in the existence of the spiritual world (and thus the denial of the existence of God) can make physicians try hard to interpret everything with the materialistic unproven hypotheses on which modern psychiatry is built. Psychiatrists dissect the very experience of the mother church and have the nerve to talk about exorcisms when symptoms develop under the influence of the priest, who often heals the symptoms he has generated!
I blacked out again. That's interesting. Are the doctors wrong? What about the fact that many people have been exposed to psychotropic drugs before? I don't mean that they've been given anything, no. It's just that when they don't store the grain properly, they get ergot and some other mold. And the bread from that kind of flour, from the contaminated grain, could cause seizures. And epilepsy? It's not the child's fault that he got bad genetics from his ancestors! They used to be considered obsessed and demon-possessed. Anyway, I haven't seen a single demon! And children with problems are above the ears. We read genetics in our freshman year, every second page of it. It's sad to say, but lately medicine has been harmful to people. Previously, there was a cruel natural selection: the weak died, the strong gave birth. And now they're pulling everyone out. We have parents living next door with a baby down. It's scary. His mother is thirty-five, and she looks sixty. Dad ran away, and I didn't have the guilt to convict him. A child like that is an automatic family sentence. And a lifetime in general. Do you know how much the allowance for such children is? How much does it cost per month for such children? That's the same thing. That's creepy. It's just creepy.
A foreign bishop, or a preacher, or is he a pastor, a cure? - left the pulpit and was replaced by the familiar stomach pop. Wow! And the seamstress and the reaper? And he met me at the entrance, and then he's giving lectures? I wonder if chicks are dancing!
Well, wait for me, gastrophobe! I'll drown you in a shallow place!
- Rampers aren't contagious, like tuberculosis or scarletine. But one thing must be remembered: you cannot mock the forces of darkness, even if you are a convinced materialist and a volterian! Satan, as a liar and deceiver who does not recognize any divine laws, yet knows them well, and as a hook lawyer, always defends the rights of the "injured party" before God. His "cassation complaint" appeals to the original justice of the Creator, who established the universal law before which all are equal and for whose righteousness and immutability God is praised by all creatures. At the moment when man inflicts "offence" on Lucifer, it doesn't matter that the latter rebelled against God (for this Satan has already received the punishment - eternal separation from the Almighty with lowering into Tartarus!). The prince of darkness hypocritically cries out to God like a creature, without any reason on his part "offended" by a specific "word or action" of an individual. In accordance with the justice of the law established by him, the Creator is compelled to give any "offended" person the same right to give to the "offender". God's so-called acquiescence to the forces of darkness takes place. And the latter will not be forced to wait for themselves with vengeance: magnanimity and nobility is not the fate of fallen angels, they take revenge brutally and mercilessly! The instigation of thoughts of suicide, despair, despair, hatred, anger, trouble in material life - the arsenal is great. The only goal is to enslave the human soul! The most optimal way is to penetrate into the human soul. Our Orthodox Church has always followed the words of the Savior: "This race is cast out only by prayer and fasting," that is, a strict ascetic life. Some Orthodox laypeople and clergy also succumb to the desire only to physically heal people, not having direct notice from God. The service, called an abdication or rank over those who suffer from the spirits of the unclean, consists of reading psalms, canons, prayers, scripture, described in some dubious demands and must be performed with the blessing of a bishop. Participants in such services, usually without even seeing a false exile, still believe that the rank of exile has a positive effect on the person being reported. However, during the expulsions the demons often get even more power over the body of the possessed and begin to talk a lot and intelligently, while, according to the Orthodox Church saints, it is extremely dangerous to listen to demons, as they are much more experienced and wiser, and at the same time have the goal of killing all people who come into contact with anyone. The Russian Orthodox Church has constantly advocated for an end to the practice of expelling demons, arguing that only saints can carry out expulsions without being exposed to danger. But this practice still takes place, and even cassettes are distributed on which demons tell the whole world what they want, mixing truth with lies, so that viewers of such films can more easily believe their words. During the various rituals of this kind held by different people, demons speak with inhuman voices, shaking the possessed, forcing them to make strange motions, which happens to the unhappy possessed during their usual attacks, not ending in exile. The Catholic Church is currently training exorcists at the Athenaeum Pontificium Regina Apostolorum University. I have everything. You can ask questions.
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