
Nature smiled. He recognized a smile as a chance and began to work.
Having perceived the divine dictate as a dictation and writing it without obvious mistakes, he undertook to compose his life, as he considered necessary, glancing upstairs - is everything right?
Sometimes I guessed an approving nod there. But he was not enough for him “sometimes”.
- And in general?
- In general, inimitable.
- And who is nearby?
- Nobody nearby. But you are not alone.
- What to do?
-Something is not necessary.
- And what is needed?
- Atonement.
- Do you see my path?
“And you see him.” You are lucky: He is the only one.
- And there is no choice?
- He is already done. You. And for you. Go! Do not look back. You sow the divine sound and collect the souls longing for it. Drive them with your art. Rejoice yourself and please the world around.
- Is this a task?
- This is the decision.
... The light went out. A man in a black, with a black strand falling over his eyes, and pressing the alt to the pulsating artery, brought a bow above him, as if above fate.
Manage to her - this hour is yours.
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