[Аркадий]

Paschal


[I]...А meanwhile, the good news is always in the midst of the triumph of hell, and it's the only way there is, and always just so right! When, it seems, we're told - and maybe wanted to go deeper, deeper into hell the stairs of Holy week: all the forces of darkness came to the show, hesitate nobody - why are there; Thomas fled, denied by Peter, Judas is busy recalculating, " but in a world of aimless labour which have become loathsome and fornication becomes a miracle only when it does no miracle, when hope no one suggests to us that the living and the prospect there is one - the rejection of any prospect.

At all angles telling question, a grin happily as animals: "Freaks, where is your Christ?" And our Christ while in the cave, in the still of the night. From alien to his eyes hidden by the shroud. He's there until any of us not falter and doubt (no doubt the only one staring intently and strictly unshakable idiot that doesn't believe in God).

The earth is formless and empty. No mercy, no meaning. It cannot be Christ, it never happened, was a dream. Syska dubious shelter, not waiting for the comfort, the apostles sit, and drink, and find out the relationship:

- Everyone died. Some dreams. Here to sow only to waste grain.

The traitor you are.

- You planted.

- He was wrong.

- Wrong?!

- Undoubtedly. He was wrong, and the right ones. Not, of course, and the child, he would hardly be on the cross that he himself foresaw, by the way. We fools, the devil has beguiled...

But then prihodit Magdalene and says, "he is Risen! He is risen! He said, I said!" And this shrill woman's scream among powerlessness and anger will be heard at the last moment, when even a little bit-and everything.

Look around - the earth is black. Still tolerate and get used to it. And in the resurrection of grain no one believes, as Whitman. We are surrounded by only revenge, and idle talk, and apprehension, as if suddenly there is hope - it is still Easter. The failure is not so deep. We get all the way to husky songs that don't let God arise, and we certainly will not be resurrected. He was despised, forgotten, rejected, deprived and anger, and affection; first was Holy Thursday, then timelessness Saturday - and only then will hit the light, you will see him on this day, I: no sooner, no later, no, - in the hour of renunciation and downs.

When not ten, not hundred, but a million will believe delirium; when nothing, nothing hints to win - hit the lights, it will burn, and death leave, escalas. Here Is Easter. Here is her story. Christ is risen.

And you Baalis@


D. Bykov