Marina Judenich

Never grumbled, did not suppose errors and consequently, to anybody in a head not
Has come to check it. And here once, I remember there was it a great post and hardly probable
Not on the Holy Week, come it to me to a room at already late night
Not the. It is pale as death, all burns on fire, shivers, and eyes any
Mad There is it before me on knees and speaks:
- Нетта, I more cannot be silent, I wish to open to you, because
I feel - the death washing is close
- The Lord with you, Верочка, - I answer it what you can be
Sins, we after all every day before each other as on a palm You, are visible, is sick
Now also can be, as you rave
But she persists and asks, that I, not interrupting, has listened to her Well,
There is nothing, I began to listen to it though just right was to run for the doctor, and for
The priest And here in what покаялась to me Belief. In one of days, when died in
Our shelter was especially much, the person three, and even four, it has incurred in
The municipality documents on from a burial place, yes here also was found on it by turbidity
Mind, differently I it till now, forgive me My God, I do not name. In a word, to
That three or to four новопреставленным she has attributed one more name. What -
I think, you will guess and without my help. That is all this time it is afflicted
There was it, it appears, idea to have beside itself not that that a tomb Steves a background
Паллена, but as though its similarity and to be buried after the death near to
This plate. Here such strange and богопротивная, I will directly tell to you, imagination And
What? Focus it has gone right to it. Local officials so have got used to it and to it
Accuracy and scrupulousness at registration of all necessary documents,
That forgery have not noticed It on poor savings has ordered a plate and
She has established it in the remote corner so that longer to anybody on eyes not
Has got from people expert By then, it was not too difficult,
The cemetery has expanded, the Russian living any more only in Paris, but also on all
France began to carry here to bury the relatives, and on a modest plate anybody
Has not paid even attention. And there was I the keeper of its terrible secret,
Because that night at an image of Divine mother it took from me a word, that to
Anybody about that forgery does not learn her death, and as she so I will bury her will die
By all means nearby stand плитою. Give up to it I could not, I very loved it
Also was for what - the mild and pure soul was at unfortunate, I think, as
The Lord has forgiven it its sins. Besides that night it was really already
It is very sick, it is fast after Easter has fallen ill with a heavy pneumonia and it is silent
Has died away in the same spring. I it have executed will, tomb Верочкина near to that
Damned plate near which has happened to you, my dear, this
Strange meeting. Here to you and all mine сказ.