
You see those green meadows, green with white flowers. Not from the flowers turn white meadows turn white robes of the Lord of the net. On spring field in undercover o'clock in the evening was the Christ, and with him a reed-girl, Mary Magdalene. Haste thee, girl, clutching fingers for clean garments, eyes stare Vecherova eyes of the Savior. Moonlight Interrogated, tortured the holy of the Lord GOD: - Gracious Lord, why is this month, and the stars shine? The Lord said to her: - Without understanding you, slow-witted girl, you want to test me. And as I...